The One True Cure

Disclaimer:

The characters in this story are not my original people; they are characters from Twilight and the Vampire Diaries. These copy writes belong to Stephenie Meyer and the CW. No copy right infringement is intended. For the sake of this story, Bella Swan is 16 years old in this story instead of 18 years old how it is originally written by Stephenie Meyer. She will also be in her sophomore year of high school, having met Edward in her freshman year of high school.

A/N:

Hello everyone! Welcome to my first FanFiction story! This story is only 1 chapter in. I have an almost one year old but it's all in my head. If I had a talk to text for my computer I'm sure it would be nearly complete. I am also a Beta for my best friend so that does take some time. For these reasons I plan on posting chapters biweekly!

So WELCOME to this story and I hope I do not disappoint!

I want to say THANK YOU to my best friend and awesome Beta, TabbyGuin! Any advice I do not take is sorely upon me.

Prologue

Bella – October 1, 2008

He is gone. He told me "it will be like I never existed". Those words echoed in my head. I literally have been sitting completely still in the same chair since he left, September 16, 2008.

I haven't eaten anything. I haven't had anything to drink. I just have been here sitting, staring out the window. I hear nothing. I see nothing. The world could explode all around me and I wouldn't notice.

Charlie came in once again with a plate of food. He had been doing this for me every day since that horrible day.

"That's it Bells! I'm taking you to a professional. I don't want to do it, but I got to. This behavior isn't normal. I can't take seeing you like this. It hurts me to see you like this."

"He's gone, Dad! GONE! I loved him! I still love him! I don't think I'll ever love anyone again! How can you tell me I need to move on?! You still are pining over mom! It's been 16 years! She's remarried! And you haven't moved on nor have you gotten help" I burst into sobs. This shocked me. I hadn't even cried yet. I had just gone numb.

"Bella, sweetheart, I did get help in the beginning. That's how I learned to function normally again. I've struggled recently because you look so much like your mom. But my counselor still sees me monthly. Baby, let me tell you, it helps. My counselor recommended a female partner in his practice. He says that she is very good at her job. Her name is Dr. Tabitha Salisbury, PhD. I've already scheduled your first appointment for today after school, I'll meet you there, but I won't go in if you don't want me to."

"Do I have to? I have a lot of stuff due this week at school." I complained.

"Yes, Bella, you are going. That is final."

I stormed out of the house to my truck and threw my backpack onto the passenger seat. I shoved the key into the ignition, with a little more force than necessary, and the engine roared to life. Off to another day of dull boring high school. The day passed by in a blur, but that's something that I noticed happens when you are dreading something. How could I talk to a counselor? Unless of course, I want to be in a loony-bin for the rest of my life. But Charlie isn't going to budge on this. The final bell to release all the students rang out loud and clear. Ugh! Here we go.

Charlie's cruiser was parked outside the Forks Community Christian Counseling Center, or the FCCCC, when I pulled in. Apparently this was the only place around that offered counseling as an outpatient treatment unless I wanted to drive all the way to Port Angeles. I parked in a space and trudged inside.

"Hey sweetie! How was school?" Charlie asked from his seat in the waiting area, "I already filled out your paperwork," he added.

"Hey Dad! I'm sorry I yelled at you this morning. I didn't realize, I mean that wasn't fair." I muttered apologetically, conveniently ignoring the question about school.

"It's OK Bells you're hurting baby. And you were right; I do miss your mom! She was my first love. There's just something about the first, Bells. I didn't want you to know about me being in counseling" Charlie said, giving me a side hug and a kiss on the top of my head.

A beautiful, tall woman with blond hair opened the door in the waiting room. She glanced down at her notebook and then called, "Isabella Swan?"

I got up slowly and trudged toward her. "Bella," I corrected. "Well," I thought "I guess I will tell all the truth. Lying will become difficult to keep track of, so if I was going to end up in the loony-bin anyways, why wait, right?"

"OK, Bella then. I'm Dr. Tabitha Salisbury, PhD., but you can call me Tabby," she said as she led me back to a cozy office. "Please take a seat, Bella, and make yourself comfortable. Would you like some water?"

"No thank you," I replied.

"Alright then, what brings you in today? Doctor Whittmore explained that your father was worried about you after a difficult break up. Can you tell me about it? Or would you prefer our first session to be more of a get to know you? I want you to feel comfortable enough to be honest."

"No we can dive in. My mom always says I'm her open book." I told her. I figured this would put an end to the madness sooner rather than later

"OK Bella, then let's start at the very beginning. What brought you to Forks?"

"Forks? Well my mom got remarried to a Minor League Baseball player. And he traveled a lot, as you can imagine, for his work. I could see she wanted to travel with him, but she stayed home with me so I didn't have to miss school. I decided to ask Charlie, I mean my dad, to let me come and live with him. I have always hated Forks, so he was confused a little when I wanted to come live with him. But he had never really gotten a chance to live with me so he didn't argue. I packed the few items I owned that wouldn't be useless in rainy Forks, Washington and moved in with my dad."

"Wow, so what was your first day at school like? Did you make friends easily?" she asked, her eyes watching me closely.

"Well," I replied, "I felt like the shiny new toy that everyone wanted to see and play with. I made some friends. It was that day that I first saw HIM." I paused, hoping that I wouldn't have to say his name; I didn't even want to think it.

"Him?" she questioned, "Who are you referring to Bella?"

"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen." I stated his full name out loud for the first time since he left me in the woods. My eyes filled with tears and I began to sob. Tabby handed me a Kleenex. I wiped my eyes and blew my nose. It was then that I noticed that Tabby's eyes were huge, filled with shock and a little horror. "What's wrong, Tabby? Is it something I said?"

"No. I'm fine. That name. Are you sure that was the boy's name?"

"Yes, I eventually met all of his family." I said, and then added to myself, "the family that didn't want me." "Why do you ask? Does that name sound familiar to you?"

"Yes. But that doesn't matter. What happened next?"

"Well," I said, "he and I became friends and then we started dating. But only after I found out that Edward and his family were actually vampires who preyed on animals instead of humans." I glanced up to see if I had said too much. I waited for her to grab the straight jacket and lock me in and send me off to the inpatient facility. But nothing happened. Tabby was just looking at her notebook. She looked thoughtful, but I didn't understand why.

"Bella, do you still love him, and the family?" she quietly inquired.

"Yes! That's why this hurts so much. Dad doesn't understand. I didn't just lose Edward, I lost a family that I love, that I wanted to be a part of."

"You wanted them to change you, didn't you?" she asked.

"Yes!" I exclaimed exasperated. Then I realized, I hadn't mentioned changing or anything like that. "Wait a minute, Tabby, how do you know all this? I was expecting to be put into the loony-bin or something. What's going on?"

"When I was in high school, I lived in Alaska. I was friends with Alice Cullen. She was always trying to get Edward to date me, but he was never more than a friend. I lost contact with the family after graduation. But I knew what she was, what they all were. I thought about writing the things I remembered and publishing it as fiction to allow them to live more freely, but I was certain my story would never get published because it lacked romance. What would you say to you telling me everything that happened during our sessions? I will write it into a book. We will try to get it published as fiction, and if it is published we will split the profits 60/40. 60% to you for your education or other savings plans and I'll keep 40% for my needs. What do you say?"

I guess I love them enough for this. What could go wrong?

"OK, Tabby, I'll tell you everything, but you can't use your name as the author. We have to come up with a pen name that suits us both. And this might take a while to get through. But let's do it. One last thing to make the lives of the ones I loved run smoothly."

Weeks passed, then all of the sudden it was four months later. I went in once or twice a week to see Tabby. My life story, up until this point, was opened up and exposed. I cried…a lot! I knew this had to work, a way to free them and allow them to live under the radar for a little while longer.

When we finished our first book, it was just twilight outside. I took in a deep breath. And then it hit me, what Edward always said about twilight, the title for the book, 'Twilight'. Then for the pen name I allowed Tabby to pick; she chose Stephenie Meyer. She told me this was her mother's maiden name and the name her mother wanted to name her. I reviewed the story, approved the writing, and it was off to the publishers. Tabby said it could be a few weeks until we hear anything.

Wow! Who would have thought I would have written the book that may save Edward from exposure for eternity. Maybe I really helped them. But I had actual family that needed me, like Charlie, and I owed him big time…maybe I could make it up to him with lasagna.

Tabby called me six weeks after we submitted the transcripts of our book. The publisher called her and they loved the story. They said it was "totally original and fresh". The release date was set for six weeks out to allow for advertising and publicity. They were confident it would be a hit with every high school age girl.

About one month after the release date, Tabby had me open a special bank account for the profits from the book. Book sales were insanely high. My college fund was full already. I could probably go to any school I wanted and pay cash.

Tabby really had helped me, Charlie was right, as much as I hated to admit it.

Tabby talked about a sequel, getting into my break-up with Edward. I agreed. It was much harder to talk about. It took me three months to get through to the point of our break up. Then Tabby asked if she could use her memories of the Cullens from high school to write fictionally to finish the book. She promised to have me read it before she submitted it. She said it was to allow our readers to have a happier ending.

Two weeks later, Tabby handed me the transcript. I skipped the part that was true, jumping to the fictional part. Tabby was an amazing writer. I longed for it to be true. But I realized that it was detrimental to dwell on the return of Edward. I gave Tabby my approval to send it in to the publisher. I told her to keep 75% of the sales of that book and I would take 25%. After all, she wrote the fictional ending. The publisher, again, loved the book and set up the release date for six weeks out. After only a month after the release, Tabby got scheduled for book signings.

It has been just over fourteen months, and two books, since Edward left me. Counseling with Tabby was crucial in my healing. And the extra money from the books was nice. I was able to buy myself a new Toyota Prius. Although I love my truck, it was a huge gas hog. Even though I now had the money, I just didn't feel comfortable releasing all the emissions into the atmosphere. I love the earth and my truck's use of gasoline couldn't be good for our world.

Junior year, so far, is bearable. Charlie has been great, helping me continue to function normally. Jessica Stanley hasn't really forgiven me for my dark time, but Angela Weber is as loyal as ever. She not only has forgiven me for my dark time, but she has helped me get caught up in my studies. I couldn't ask for a better friend. With Christmas right around the corner, I decided to tap my college fund to buy Angela something nice. It took me a while to decide, but I finally chose to buy front row tickets for Angela and myself to the Trans Siberian Orchestra concert in Seattle with a nice dinner beforehand. I told Angela I planned a girls' night for December 20, the date of the concert, but I didn't tell her what we were doing.

With Angela's gift wrapped and in hand, I bounded down the stairs. I almost ran into Charlie at the bottom of the stairs. "G'morning Dad!" I gave Charlie a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. "Don't forget I won't be home tonight until late because I'll be in Seattle with Angela. I've left the leftover lasagna on the top shelf of the fridge. Just put it on a plate and pop it in the microwave for two or three minutes. Got it?"

"Yes, Bella, I cooked for myself before you came here. I'll be fine!" he assured me.

"I don't know how you survived!" I muttered to myself. I gave Charlie a kiss on the top of his head then headed off to my car. It was the last day of the semester, and then no school until January 4, 2010.

Elena - December 20, 2009

Dear Diary,

Tomorrow we move. Jenna understands Jeremy and I can't stand to stay in this house. Mom and Dad are everywhere. Stefan said he would move to wherever we decided to move to. Alaric, or Ric as we call him, is going to move with us. He really loves Jenna, I can tell. I'll miss Caroline and Bonnie, but I just can't stand to stay here.

I tried.

One whole semester Jeremy and I both tried to move on. Jeremy is into drugs. Jenna tried to talk to him about it. She took the approach of sharing her past in high school, but that didn't work. Jeremy called her a hypocrite for trying to stop him. Now he won't even talk to her.

Since Jenna works from home, she allowed us to choose where we are moving to. Jeremy said he doesn't care. I told Jenna I would love to move to Forks, Washington. I love the book Twilight and think it would be fun to live there. Jenna looked into real estate and she found us a cute home that borders the woods; just like Bella's house in the book.

Ric is all set to start teaching U.S. History at Forks High School. Jenna already informed her boss of the move. And Jeremy and I are set to start at Forks High School for the next semester, which begins on January 4, 2010. Stefan thinks my reason for moving to Forks is comical, but he also thinks it will give him another layer of cover. No doubt that eventually Stefan's brother Damon will show up, but I won't worry about that now.

Jenna is coming in to check on me. I'm in my pale blue ball gown. My bouquet is sitting on the nightstand. I'm ready to head to the chapel.

"Are you ready?" Jenna asks, sticking her head inside my door.

"Yes, are you?" I reply. Jenna looks stunning in her pearl white dress. It flatters her every curve in her perfect hourglass figure. "You don't have cold feet do you?" I tease.

"As ready as I'll ever be! AND, no I do not have cold feet. Come on, we will be late!"

Well diary I'm off to Ric and Jenna's wedding. Next time I write I will be in Forks!