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Cresent Moon

Summary:
Isabella Swan is your average teenager until her mother is killed in a car accident. She is then adopted my a mysterious family and she is shown a new world. Along side her new friends she is out to figure out exactly who the Swans, the Cullen's and the Hales really are.


Notes:
This story is purely fiction and it is 100% of my imagination if there are any similarities to Twilight or other movie/book franchises that is a coincidence. (copyright 2007 - 2011 Katrina Meade)


1. Indifference

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BPOV

It’s strange how I felt that I deserved better than this. What more could one want? I have an excellent boyfriend, two awesome best friends, and the life every girl would ever want. But no matter how much I tried to hide it; I always wanted more. I thought of it less whenever I was with Mike Newton, my boyfriend, who happened to be captain of the football team. With him I always felt a sense of release. I think, however, that it had to do with our alcohol consumption. Tonight was no different.

Tonight we were celebrating the Harding Knights’ Homecoming win. Our football team beat the Duluth North football team. It was 18 to 10. This was our first win of the year. We were celebrating the win and the prospect of winning our Hatchet game against the Johnson Governors. This year’s football team is supposed to be filled with some of our best players. I heard my name called and looked up from my empty beer bottle to see Mike staring at me. He was asking if I wanted another one, I shook my head.

“Come on babe, just one more,” he begged.

I hiccupped. “I’ve already had one too many, besides I need to get home soon.”

Mike shook another bottle of beer in my face. “Come on.”

I grabbed the bottle. “Whatever, my mom won’t care.” I tried to open the bottle but was unsuccessful. “Does anyone have a bottle opener?”

Tyler, Mike’s best friend, handed me a knife. “Will this do?”

I laughed. “Sure.” I held the blade steady and popped the top. Everyone cheered. “Here’s to the Knights victory!” I toasted, taking a deep gulp of the amber liquid.

“Hell yeah babe,” Mike agreed. He then started kissing me and several people wolf-whistled. I normally would have been embarrassed but I was past caring, I was wasted. Mike stood up, pulling me with him, and without breaking our kiss, walked to his bedroom. Next thing I knew, I was waking up asleep in his bed. I climbed out and almost screamed. I looked around his room frantically. My clothes were lying at the edge of the bed, on the floor. I scooped them up and got dressed.

While I was pulling my jeans on, the door opened and Mike walked in. “Well good morning.” He looked me up and down. “You look good.”

“Pervert,” I muttered. I looked down and noticed I forgot my shirt. I quickly shoved it on and stomped out the door.

“Come back baby,” Mike called.

I didn’t turn around. I was scared about what had happened last night. But what should I care? It was what I wanted, wasn’t it? This was the life I wanted. To feel wanted and loved. To give myself wholly over to the one whom I belonged to. Then why did I feel wrong for doing it? Shaking my head, I climbed into my mom’s truck and sped away. It took me a few minutes to get to the closest drive-thru. I just stopped at McDonalds and bought a coffee. I needed caffeine, not to stop a hangover, just to wake myself up. I for some strange reason didn’t get hangovers. As I waited for the red light to change, I saw a young woman staring at me from across the street. She looked vaguely familiar. I recall seeing her at some point. Her long brown hair hung to her back. Her gaze made me feel uncomfortable, so as soon as the light changed, I drove away as fast as I could. I pulled up my driveway and parked the truck in its usual spot.

When I unlocked the door and ran downstairs, I heard Renee Dwyer yell, “Isabella Marie Dwyer, where the hell have you been?”

“God, Mom,” I said, a quiet rebuke. “You should be at work, but instead you decide to scold me.”

“I should…I should be at work, should I? Now, Isabella, tell me, how can I? Huh, how can I go to work when you are god knows where with my damn truck?” Renee snapped.

“Whatever.” I flopped down onto my bed.

“You’re grounded,” she shouted. “We’ll discuss this when I get home.”

I waited for my mom to leave the room before I pulled out my cell. I quickly texted Angela.

Ang, I think I had sex with Mike. I’m not sure, but here’s this fact that might possibly give it away. I woke up in his bed, naked.

I waited impatiently for Angela’s response. After I started pacing around my room, my phone buzzed.

OMG, you have to tell me everything!!! But what’ll you tell your mom?!

Yikes. I hadn’t thought of telling her.

Well, I don’t remember anything from last night…Oh wait never mind, it just came back to me. I enjoyed it soo much, and Mike was great. I don’t remember all the details. But what I just told you is the most important. I can’t tell my mom, she’s already pissed.

I hoped that Mike didn’t and wouldn’t tell anyone about us.

Well, well, aren’t you just all that. I can’t believe you bagged the hottest guy in school. Yummy!

I laughed. It was a good idea telling Angela.

I’m tired, so I’m gonna go to bed. Don’t tell anyone, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

Angela didn’t text back, so I knew it was safe to fall asleep.

My dreams were strangely dark. The woman from the street was one of the many stars. Mike and my mom were there. Then there was a bright silver flash and a man appeared. He had the most beautiful face I had ever seen. It was pale and slightly angular, but had a few child-like features. His eyes were jet black, and his hair was a reddish-brown color. He was tall and languidly leaning against a tree. His black leather jacket was undone and exposed a black ripped t-shirt. His jeans were ripped, faded and wrinkled at the knees. His eyes found mine lazily and a soft smile graced his face. He was gorgeous. Then he started to talk in a husky, silky smooth voice.

“Come here Isabella,” he whispered.

“Who are you?”

“Come here Isabella,” he repeated.

I groaned frustrated. “Who are you?” I asked again.

“Come here.”

A loud scream and a high pitched keening tore me from sleep, jolting me back to consciousness. This wasn’t the first time I’ve woken in a daze. The last time my grandfather passed away, my parents got divorced, and my father was killed. My mother says that it’ll pass, it’s just a phase. But what would she know, she’s never around. I looked at the clock, dazed. At first the numbers were blurry. After blinking to readjust to the new setting, the red numbers burned my eyes. 1:30 am.

I groaned and rolled out of bed. I walked up the basement stairs to go to the kitchen. I opened the fridge to look for something to drink. I grabbed the jug of milk and poured a glass. I started to drink and thought about the dream. The boy from my dreams struck me the most. He was different. He was strange. His teeth were sharp, like a pair of vampire fangs. His skin was paler than mine. There was something appealing about him. He had a charm to him that drew me to him. It was almost a desire.

As I was drinking, the phone rang. I looked out the back window and saw my mom’s car was gone. I ran to the living room and grabbed the phone mid-ring.

“Hello,” I said groggily.

“Is this Isabella Dwyer?”

“Yes?” I spoke slowly.

“Your mother has been in an accident and...” The voice trailed off as the phone slipped from my hand. The clatter brought me back to reality and I knew this was life. In those few seconds the phone was out of my hand I thought over the last seven years. When my dad had died, I couldn’t cope. But now, I couldn’t go into that kind of mentality. I was the only one. I put the phone back to my ear. The woman was still speaking. I tried to make sense of what she was saying but every word said had no meaning. It seemed forever that she spoke on and on about the woman I called mother. Finally she said goodbye.

“Yeah, bye,” I muttered.

After putting the phone on the hook, I dropped on the couch. My whole world was rapidly dissolving and there was nothing I could do about it. I had no control over the future and the past was far behind me, but at this very moment there was no present. There was no sense of time as I felt the pain of loss. Another parent, ripped from me by death’s sick sense of humor. She was too young to go, there was too much she still had to do. Admittedly my mother was never around but she always came back in the end, and now not even that prospect was plausible. I tried, of course I tried. I had to. There was nothing left but to try. I couldn’t just throw everything away. I had to live in the moment. I had to think about today and not worry about tomorrow.

I sat up slowly. Looking around I could tell it was early. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Mike’s number. I really hoped he answered. After a few rings he picked up.

“Hello,” yawned Mike.

“Mike, it’s me.”

“Isabella, what’s wrong? Are you crying?” Mike’s protective side kicked in instantly.

“It’s my mom, Mike.” Tears rolled down my face.

“What happened?” Mike demanded, more awake.

“Car…” I choked and started crying.

“Honey, did she get into an accident?”

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“Oh, Bell, I’m so sorry.” He sounded like he was hiding something.

“Michael?” I never called him this so I hoped he knew I wanted a serious answer.

“Yeah?” he said cautiously.

“Is there something you wanted to tell me?” I was scared there was something.

“Er, no.”

I didn’t believe it. “You want to break up, don’t you?”

“It’s n-n-not that, exactly.”

“God, Michael, you’re an ass.” I hung up on him.

At quarter to seven I rolled off the couch and went downstairs to change. It took me a while but I soon managed a simple but grieving outfit; faded jeans, black shirt and sweatshirt, and white Vans. I moved slowly towards the bathroom. I hugged my chest as I looked in the mirror. It had been a while since I really just looked at myself. My bright sapphire eyes shined in the light, the tears shimmering at the bottom. My creamy ivory skin glowed faintly. My dark chocolate hair warred against the pallor of my skin. My nose sat perfectly in the middle of my face right above my perfectly full lips. I had honestly always wished I was ugly. I didn’t like to be envied by the other girls, even to be the center of their jealousies was hard enough. Maybe someday I wouldn’t need my beauty. I shook the thought and hugged my hoodie closer. I turned away and left the bathroom. I had years of experience bottling everything inside. I thought that since I had no one I needed to be responsible. Dropping out of school is not responsible. I had to do this for my mom. Renee would have wanted it. Plus, Angela would want to talk about what had happened.

I walked out the side door and climbed into my midnight blue Dodge Neon. I drove to my high school, Harding Senior High School, without music, and pulled into the student parking lot. I shuffled through the front door. Sidestepping many people I made it to my locker in the Science Engineering and Industrial Technology hallway. Waiting for me, like every day, were my two best friends: Katie Marshall and Angela Webber. They were the best things in this school. They were the reasons I still went to this crummy place. They were dressed identical to me, except they went one step better and wore black jeans. My friends were loyal and they were always there for me in times of need. Katie hugged me first. Her arms constricting me to her small body. Her wet face was pressed against mine.

“I am so terribly sorry, hon. I can’t believe your mom is gone,” sobbed Katie.

I merely nodded, unable to speak.

“I can’t believe you showed up today,” said Angela, patting Katie on the back. “You are so brave.”

“It’s what my mom would have wanted. Me to go on with my life.” I hugged Angela, who was always more understanding and not as emotional as Katie. After my things were put in my locker, we walked around the school.

“So what are you going to do now?” asked Katie, her tears having finally subsided.

I turned my head towards her slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what are you going to do about the house and things like that?” clarified Katie.

“I have no idea Ang, and since I’m the only one left,” I said in a low voice.

Angela sighed. “I just can’t believe that everyone in your life, all your family, is gone.” She shook her head sadly.

I wrapped my arm around my friend’s shoulders. “You guys are my only family now.”

“Wait,” Katie said. “What about Mike Newton?”

“Er, well,” I spoke softly. “We…you know…sort of broke up.”

“When?” Angela gasped.

“This morning,” I sighed.

“No,” Katie whispered, shaking her head.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “It was right after I told him my mom was killed. He sounded like he was hiding something. When he lied, I knew what he wanted.”

“Oh, that’s so much worse for you,” Katie cried. She and Angela both gave me a hug.

The first bell buzzed sending me on my way to my first hour. I had no idea what class stress would do to me. Just as I was walking to English, I noticed a boy following me. At first I wasn’t positive he really was, so I went to class. Today we were studying Othello. I despised the book. William Shakespeare is nothing but a misogynistic pig that gets his kicks out of killing woman. I had read the book enough times to know that he allowed Emilia to live through the whole story hiding her husband’s secret only to be killed by said husband. Iago doesn’t end in death as he should but they keep him alive, whereas Othello kills Desdemona then himself. It was a terrible story and I hated having to read it.

An hour later, the boy followed me again. This ‘stalking’ went on up until lunch. Just as I got out of fourth hour and headed to lunch, I saw him again. I pretended to ignore him and then when I knew he was following I turned on him.

“Why are you following me?” I demanded.

He shrugged his shoulders innocently. As I got a good look at him, I noticed he was tall and incredibly good-looking. His eyes were sharp black and his hair was long and blonde.

“Who are you?” I asked, still looking at him. Then I blurted out, “You look too old for high school.”

He laughed. “You’re right,” he whispered, his voice was low and alluring. “I do look too old. My name is Riley Swan, and you must be Isabella Dwyer.”

I nodded, entranced by Riley’s voice.

He chuckled lightly at my incoherency. “Well I’ll be seeing you.”

I waved dully as he walked away. What the hell just happened? I shook my head to regain mentality. I turned and found Katie staring at me in awe. I walked up to her and shrugged at her unspoken question. I headed in through the cafeteria doors and Katie followed silenced in awe, for once. Just as we sat down, she spoke.

“That was Riley Swan,” she gasped.

I nodded. “I know.”

“But that was Riley Swan,” she said again.

“Yeah, so?” I said, setting my lunch on the table.

“He’s a real hottie and a real freak,” she continued.

My head whipped in her direction. “What do you mean by freak?”

Katie shrugged. “Well he and his family were marked as freaks when they moved here. Have you ever been past their house?” She shuddered.

Angela walked up and stared at Katie. “Are you talking about the Swan’s again?”

I nodded. “Riley talked to me today.”

“Now why would he do that?” Angela cocked her head questioningly.

I shrugged indifferently and began eating my salad.

The rest of the week continued like this. I walked with my friends in the morning. Riley followed me in the afternoon. Lunch was, however, starting to be a pain. Lauren Mallory and Jessica Stanley were two of the snobbiest, richest girls at our school. They started talking about me and how I was a homeless wretch that didn’t belong in their school. Soon people started avoiding me, and in a few short days the only people who really talked to me were Angela, Katie, and Riley. Life was going to be more complicated than I thought.

Two weeks went by and people still avoided me like I was a leper, an outcast. Lauren and Jessica showed their pleasure with everything that was going on. In no time they were the rulers of the school and I was lower than low on any kind of scale. Finally fed up, I confronted them before lunch.

I turned away from Angela, shushing her to lunch. There they were the skinny twins; though they weren’t related, they looked an awful lot alike. “Hey Lauren, Jessica.”

Lauren turned slowly and Jessica acted as if she couldn’t hear me. “Oh it’s you.”

I smiled wickedly. “Yeah it’s me.” I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts. “So I hear you’re the one spreading rumors about me.”

Jessica spun around at the word rumor. “If you think we have anything to do with that, you’re wrong.” And with a straight face, I’m impressed.

I chuckled darkly. “No,” I said nonchalantly and waved my hand passively. Jessica’s face became less frozen. “I think you have everything to do with them.”

They were speechless. I took that as my cue to leave. I turned around and as I walked away from Lauren I felt something hit my back. I spun around and found Lauren and Jessica glaring at me. I felt something brewing inside me. I had no idea what it was but next thing I knew I was screaming.

“What the hell is your problem Lauren?”

They laughed. Everyone in the hall gathered around and there was soon a circle in which we stood.

Jessica stared around to look at who was there. Then she turned back to me and spoke. “You think that you can say what you want to us?”

“Yeah, I mean you are no longer the it person of this school,” scoffed Lauren.

I laughed humorlessly. “Oh yeah, I know. You are the sluts who slept with every guy at school.”

Lauren and Jessica’s jaws dropped. They righted themselves before anyone could see. Just then the deep voice of Principal McVoi sounded. “What’s going on here? Who are those girls?”

The crowd started to shrink so I knew I had a few seconds before the principal came. “So, Lauren, what was that about being the it thing of the school?” When they didn’t speak I continued, “That’s what I thought for a couple of bitches.”

“I say, young lady. That is not the kind of language I like to hear in my school.”

I spun around and there was the principal. “Oh sorry Principal McVoi.”

Lauren snickered. That sent me off, again. I spun back towards her. “You have a problem with apologizing, probably, otherwise you wouldn’t spread rumors.”

Lauren laughed, “That’s the best you came up with.”

Next thing I knew I was attacking Lauren. It took Principal McVoi, Riley, and Mike to pull me off her. As soon as I was far enough away, I saw a glistening cut along her jaw. To match she had a black eye, and blood streaming out of her nose; which was probably broken. Riley walked me towards the office as the principal and Mike walked Lauren to the nurse. I didn’t like the way Mike was holding her. His hand was wrapped gently around her waist. Lauren was leaned against his chest, arms wrapped loosely around his neck. I found my reason for the break-up. He had cheated on me, with Lauren. It was totally unfair.

As soon as we were in a deserted hall, Riley turned on me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice sounded strained.

I nodded.

He let out a sigh of relief. “Let’s get you out of here, before anyone comes looking for you.”

We walked straight out the side doors that we never guarded. Instead of going to my car, Riley walked me to a black Jeep Wrangler. I frowned. Riley forced me into the seat, buckling me in. He got in locking the doors. In no time we were heading down the road at speeds that would definitely get us in trouble with the police. As soon as I was calm enough to find my voice I spoke.

“Riley,” I said, my voice shaking. “Where are we going?”

He looked at me in concern. “I’m going to take you to my house.”

I was confused. “Why? I thought you were taking me home?”

“It’s not safe for you to be home alone. My father, Alec, will know what to do,” he said in a detached voice. He obviously hadn’t gained control over whatever was overwhelming his system.

It was now my turn to be concerned. “Are you okay?”

“No,” he answered roughly.

“What’s wrong?” I asked hesitantly.

He turned his face away. “Nothing.”

I felt a heated frustration build up inside me. I gritted my teeth to restrain from saying anything harsh, or rash. “Where do you live?” I asked through my teeth to distract myself.

“I live in Cottage Grove,” he muttered, eyes glued on the road.

After that I lost interest. The rest of the ride was quiet and in no time we were parked in front of a yellow house with a reddish brown roof. The second story windows shimmered in what sun there was. The front screen door was made of glass and the door itself was pure white. I stared at the house with open-mouthed awe. It was so simple and not scary, like everyone made it out to be. Riley chuckled and led me through the side door.

I followed and found myself standing in his kitchen with its green counter and white cupboards. I looked around amazed. Suddenly I yawned, my eyes drooped slightly. My mind had not truly let me sleep.

“Are you tired?” he asked me quietly.

I nodded.

“Come on,” he whispered. He pulled me into the living room and grabbed blankets from the closet. “You can nap on the couch.”

I lay down and pulled the blanket over myself.

Someone was shaking me. I looked up, it was my mother. “Baby, wake up. Come on wake up.”

“I am awake,” I cried.

“Isabella,” she said her voice deep. “Wake up.”

I sat up slowly to find Riley crouched next to me.

“You’ve been asleep for three days,” he whispered. “Alec wants to see you.”

I nodded and stood. He led me downstairs and to the left was a dark room with a desk. On the desk were a lamp and a computer. Behind the computer was a man in his thirties.

“Alec, may I introduce Isabella Dwyer?” Riley spoke with respect for the man in front of him.

Alec looked up and stared curiously at me. “And to what do we owe the pleasure?”

Riley looked uneasy. “Well you see Isabella got in a slight bit of trouble at school and well...” his soft voice trailed off.

Alec looked gingerly at me. His tender eyes accessing every emotion that flitted across my face. “I don’t believe that you have anything left for this place.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“Well I think we should take you away from here and you can become one of us,” Alec said softly.

Riley looked shocked. I wonder why.

“You can become a Swan,” Alec clarified.

Riley’s face lightened up, and he let out a sigh of relief.

I looked down, chagrin. “I...are you sure?”

Alec smiled. “Of course. We’ve been watching you for a while, since your mother died. You’re an interesting person and I think you’d do our family proud.”

“Oh really,” I said, blushing flattered.

Riley chuckled, and wrapped his arms lovingly around my shoulders. “Yeah, Bella, I think you’re pretty great.” He then pulled me into a full hug.

There was a light knock on the wall. We all turned and saw a woman standing in the door. She was tall, skinny and very graceful. Her long black hair flowed down her back. She was the woman from the corner. She smiled slightly when she saw Riley and Alec and her expression turned to confusion when she saw me.

“Who is this?” she asked in a soft voice that held love, comfort and home.

“This is Isabella, Elizabeth,” Riley said just as soft.

Elizabeth nodded her head slightly. “Of course, welcome my child.” She then turned her attention to Alec. “Al, we need to...go.”

Alec stood up quickly. “Oh, yes, of course. If you’ll excuse us.”

As they walked out Alec threw Riley a meaningful look.

“What was that about?” I asked as Riley walked me to the living room.

Riley threw me a strange look, of desperation, of innocence. “Nothing.”

I shrugged and looked around the bare room. “Don’t you decorate?”

Riley chuckled. “Why waste time when we won’t be here that long?”

“What do you mean?” I asked quietly.

Riley shrugged passively. “Things happen.”

I sighed; knowing that was all I was going to get. “What’s going to happen now?”

“I don’t know, but I tell you we will figure it out.”

We sat in their living room for a while. Around seven, Alec and Elizabeth came back home. They let me go home as long as one of them went with me. Riley offered since he knew whom we were watching out for. I knew it made no difference as to who went with me or how many, someone would come for me. Trivial matters like that had no effect on the fact that I was leaving.

For the next two days I stayed indoors, never leaving. My phones were disconnected, and our only connection out of the house was Riley’s cell phone, which he said traced to LA where they moved from three years ago. Over the next few days I sat and talked to Riley about everything. I wanted to know all about him. He told me that he used to live here in Minnesota but moved to Washington then California and eventually back here. I learned about all the friends he made, including his best friend he had since he was young. Talking about friends made me miss Ang and Kay, but I knew that I would be in more trouble for leaving school grounds after causing a fight, not that I cared. I had only gone to school for my mom. That is when I realized I had never done anything for myself. I had always lived for everyone else, never for just me. That is why I agreed to go with the Swans. I wanted to start over, become a new person. Then finally a week later, we got the call.

I was washing dishes when Riley’s phone rang. I ran to the living room.

“Hello,” Riley said lightly. He nodded. “Yes, Alec...no one came, yet.”

He nodded again and handed me the phone. “Hello.”

“Isabella, we’re going to move you tonight. But first Riley’s going to hide you. Forget your clothes and stuff; we’ll buy you new things.”

“Okay,” I agreed half-heartedly. The thought of leaving my things was unbearable.

“We’ll see you in a few hours.” The line disconnected.

Riley looked up as I passed him the phone. “Grab a coat, that’s all you’ll need.”

I complied, pulling on my dark jean jacket I walked outside with Riley. With the intentions of not being seen, we walked through the backyard and out the back fence into the woods. We walked deeper and deeper. As it got darker by the abundance of trees Riley made me walk closer to him. I didn’t understand the need for cover but I didn’t question it. I trusted the Swans; they were my family now. I was about to leave behind everything my family worked for and start anew. Life would soon be beyond me and I would understand the meaning of being me.

Riley stopped. “They’re here.”

I stared around. “Who’s here?”

“Alec and Elizabeth. They’ve got the car,” Riley replied dully.

“Oh that’s good.” I shivered as a cool breeze blew through the woods. Riley pulled me to a hidden road a few yards away from us and there was a sleek black BMW 328i. Riley opened the back door and I slid into the leather seat. Elizabeth and Alec were talking quietly. Riley slid in next to me and shut the door. As soon as we were all in, the car sped silently down the road. In an hour we were well rid of St. Paul. We had gone far enough that there would be fewer people searching for me.

“Where are we going?” I asked, breaking the silence.

Elizabeth turned and looked at me. “We’re going to Grand Marais. We lived there before and we decided to go back.”

“You lived there before?” I persisted.

“A few years ago honey,” Elizabeth clarified, and by her tone I could tell it was a moot point.

I tried to sleep but I was too anxious to close my eyes. The trip was quiet and we didn’t stop. In no time I saw a sign, GRAND MARAIS: POPULATION 3, 929. We made the five-hour trip in two and half.