Hey everybody! This is my Twilight story Milky Starlight. It's post Breaking Dawn, so it might not make sense if you haven't read BD. My beta is Miss Vampire Freak. I seriously don't know what I'd do without her. So I hope you enjoy the story!

Preface

No…

It couldn't be…

Of all the people that I never expected to see again, I would have never thought that she would be one I'd see again…

I struggled as she shoved her hand down on my throat, cutting off my oxygen supply. The ground was cold, and I scrabbled feebly against her freezing, granite hand.

She wouldn't budge…

My mind began to fade into blackness. I saw the faces of all my friends. I couldn't believe that this was the end…that I would never see him again…

I didn't want to die…

Not now…

Not yet…

Chapter One

Come stop your crying

It will be all right

Just take my hand, hold it tight

I will protect you

From all around you

I will be here

Don't you cry

For one so small,

You seem so strong

My arms will hold you,

Keep you safe and warm

This bond between us

Can't be broken

I will be here

Don't you cry…

WHAM

I slammed my hand down on my radio, and flicked on my lamp, flooding the room with light. The warm, gentle light filled the room, making me feel like falling back asleep and never getting up. I rolled over in my twisted sheets, running my hand through my dry, tangled hair, and checked the calendar that sat on my bedside table. It had been a farewell gift from Katie, my only friend that helped me survive the first year and a half of my old high school. It also symbolized my decent into hell. First day of a new school. My life sucks…

My name's Logan. Up until the age of 12, I lived with my mom on Cape Cod, in a small cottage in Brewster. We lived a peaceful life, never rushing to do anything, living life for every moment that came our way. Up until the accident, that is. The moment I lost her was the worst moment of my life. After that I didn't know where to go. DSS sent me to live with my grandfather in New Hampshire, but he died suddenly a few weeks ago. I ended up here, in Lake Placid, NY, with my mom's best friend Claire Hutchinson. She was a hiking guide, so she was gone for a week or two at a time. It was hard, but I knew she loved me like a daughter, and she knew I was responsible enough to take care of myself. I didn't really mind being alone. Except on the first day of school. The one day where I need morale support the most and she couldn't be here.

Climbing out of my mangled mass of sheets, I tried to remember why I was up at 5:30 in the morning. Oh yeah! I had decided to actually try to look presentable today. I headed into the bathroom, turned the shower on, and got in. Ahh…it felt so good. I ran my hand through my hair, making sure it was completely soaked before I dumped shampoo on it. The calming scent of the lemon shampoo washed over me, calming my first day jitters. I got out of the shower.

I ran to my room in a full out sprint, skidding on the cold, hardwood floor. Diving into my clothing drawers, I pulled out tan jeans, and a blue t-shirt. I shoved on my jeans, then the shirt, then my faded, worn converses. After three years of backyard baseball, painting, and hiking, the sneakers were finally beginning to show irreplaceable damage, and the soles…well I didn't really have any tread on them anymore…

I dashed down the stairs, through the living room and into the kitchen. I checked the clock above the table. It read 6:15am. School started at 7:25am. I still needed to find my way to the school, go to the office and grab my schedule, and figure out where all my classes were. Fishing around in the fridge and the cabinet produced a small bottle of apple juice, a granola bar, and a small Tupperware container of strawberries. Stuffing them in my bag, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. The car rumbled to life when I turned the key. I shivered in the cold for a few minutes, fluffing my damp hair so heaters the heaters would dry it. Adjusting everything, I caught a glimpse of myself in the rear view mirror.

The area above my forehead was still visibly black and blue, and I had another thin, scar like bruise running from the corner of my left eye down to my cheekbone. At the lightest touch it throbbed, as if to remind me why I had moved to this quiet little town in the middle of nowhere. My bangs fell quietly into place, covering most of the dark bruise. I played with my scrubby hair, realizing that I desperately needed a haircut, or even a trim.

The forest flew by me as I drove to the school. Tall, ancient pines covered with piles of light, fluffy snow, creating a white wonderland that spread down to the frozen lake and beyond. My head filled with a million different thoughts, on my old friends, my current condition, and how I would fit in for the first day of school. Since I had moved in the middle of December, I had to start school after everyone else had already gone for 4 months. So I'd be the loner, the outcast. These thoughts filled my mind as I drove to the school and into a parking space in what I assumed to be the student parking lot.

Climbing out of the car, I grabbed my bag and kicked the door shut. The door was beginning to show the wear and tear of my many brutal assaults against it, with different sized dents scattered across the metal. The cold, bitter wind was a shock to my system, and I grabbed my jacket tighter around me as I walked to the side door of the school. As I carefully navigated the nearly invisible sheets of black ice that covered the parking lot, I felt a steely grip grab the crook of my elbow. I spun around, furious that anyone would have touched me. "What do you thing you're…"

Standing in front of me was one of the hottest boys that I'd ever seen. He had on a winter green fleece vest over a black long sleeved shirt, and long tan pants. His black hat covered what looked to be dirty blond hair, and his topaz colored eyes poked out curiously from under his bangs. His face…his face was perfectly angular, and clear of any blemishes that would have been splattered across any teenager's face, unless he had a skin regime that involved a high powered scrubber and a laser. It was also pale, probably due to the 30 degree temperature and the biting wind that whipped across the parking lot, singeing the cheeks of anyone who wasn't dressed for this type of weather. Mainly me.

"Most students here wouldn't dare traversing the parking lot of doom without boots." He motioned to my Converses that stuck out from the bottom of my jeans. I stood there in shock with crossed arms, not sure whether to be angry that he was touching me, or happy that a really hot boy was talking to me. When he received no response from me, he began guiding me across the parking lot, stepping carefully as if he had a map of exactly where the icy patches were. Within a minute, he had dragged me to the side doors of the school, out of the biting January wind.

"You're welcome…" He said as he walked briskly through the doors, but he paused halfway through. "Main office is to the left, four doors down on your right." He disappeared through the doors.

I stood there, still in shock. One of the hottest boys in the whole school…no, wait, probably the whole town, had just helped a poor, defenseless unknown like me cross the parking lot, and had not left me there, most likely to slip and end up bashing my head in on the ice…the mental picture made me cringe. I did not need that. I picked up my canvas shoulder bag that I had dropped at some point, and hurried through the double doors to the office.

There were a few kids in the halls, most likely trying to get a jump on the new semester, like me. As I quietly made my way down the halls, I noticed a few people staring at my bruises. Ducking my head down, I worked my way quietly, taking a left, and then counting the number of doors on my right. "One…two...three…four. Here we go." I came to a door, propped open with what looked like a cinderblock painted and dressed to look like a dog. I walked into the area, through what looked like a waiting room, and into what I guessed was the main office.

The office was nice and warm, and half a dozen scents wafted through the room. Lavender, freshly baked cookies, orange blossoms…It was so relaxing. I walked up to the nearest desk. The woman sitting there was furiously typing something out on her computer. Her desk tag read Ms. Kramer. I coughed, and she noticed I was standing there. She looked up at me, gauging my semi ragged appearance and my bruises. "Yes sweetie? What do you need?"

"I'm a new student. My name is Logan Anne Marshall." The woman went back to typing, and reached under her desk, nearly falling off her chair. She pulled out what looked like a schedule, a map, and a bunch of other paperwork. It was all normal procedure that I had been through at my school in NH. I tried to block her out, until she started calling my name in a loud and annoyingly high pitched tone.

"Ms. Marshall?"

"Yeah?"

"One of our student guides will show you around before classes start. I hope you have a nice day." She smiled warmly

I smiled back, and headed out.

I gritted my teeth. The last thing I wanted was to be led around by some pompous, preppy, overly spoiled brat intent on giving tours for extra credit so she could get on the National Honor Society and make mommy and daddy proud. But as I walked out of the office that's definitely not what I found.

This girl was about 5'2", short compared to me at 5'8", with waist long golden blond hair tied in a French braid, which had flaming red streaks running through it. Her outfit was a grey vest with a black t-shirt shirt, dark blue skinny jeans, and bright red Converses. She looked at me with incredulous blue eyes.

"You the new girl?" I nodded, and she held out her hand. "Name's Kamen. Prez of the Lake Placid High School anime club and avid cosplayer. Nice to meet you." I took her hand and shook it, surprised at her grip. Definitely not what I expected...

"I'm Logan. Anime fan, not brave enough to cosplay."

She laughed. "I'll make sure we change that. Do you have your schedule?"

I handed it to her, and we spent the next half an hour walking around the school, talking about friends, and if I had belonged to any clubs before I came here. She brought me to the cafeteria, and we sat down at a table in the far corner of the dimly lit room. I fumbled around in my bag for my breakfast, and set everything down on the table.

"So..." Kamen began, with a tone that I knew would lead to a question. "How did you get your..." She motioned to her face, drawing invisible lines on her cheek and forehead in the exact spot where my bruises were. I hated answering this question more than anything else. But if I was going to make any friends I might as well tell her.

"I got in a fight..." She looked at me curiously.

"No fist could have…"

I grinned crookedly. "Not a fist. A three hole punch. The girl got mad at me in the middle of class for something I hadn't done, so she grabbed the closest thing to her that could do a good amount of damage." She looked at me in a mix of what I figured to be wonder and worry, and I sat back, munching happily on my food, glad to get something in my stomach.

When the halls and the cafeteria began to fill, we got up from the table. She handed me my schedule and picked up her bag.

"You should be just about set for the day. Come find me at lunch. You can sit with me and the rest of the gang." Waving at me, she walked off.

I headed to my first period class, American Lit. The teacher was young, but nice and seemingly interesting. Then came history, then chemistry. My fourth period class was an elective, Modern Mythology (it was either that or office tech.) I walked in, and took a seat towards the back. Surveying the class, I saw that Kamen was seated across the room from me. She waved, and came to sit next to me.

"Hey. What's up? How's your day going?"

I shrugged, and gave her a playback of my day so far. It was then that I noticed a sandy blond head had appeared in the room. Peering around, I got a better look at him.

Outside, it had been less obvious, but his skin was pale. Normally, when compared to me and my tan Italian skin, anyone looks pale, but he was easily the palest in the room. When he walked it was fluid and graceful.

To put it blankly in mythology terms, he was a god. Too perfect for any of the humans around him, but he graced us with his presence. I gawked at him until Kamen whacked my arm.

"You alright Logan? You're spacing out a bit there."

I turned to her, a blush forming across my cheeks. "Sorry. I was just looking at him…" I pointed to the gorgeous boy. "Who is he?"

She sighed. "That, my girl, is Matthew Douglas. Don't even think about him, cause you're just wasting your time. Since him and his family came here a year and a half ago, almost all of the popular girls have made a move on him, and none of them have succeeded. He just doesn't date. Actually, he more or less ignores every single person that isn't a part of his family…" She looked at my curious expression and continued. "His family is huge. There's him, his brothers Thomas, Brandon, and Kyle, and his sisters Sarah, Amanda, Emily, and Michelle. They were all adopted by Dr. Douglas and his wife. Dr. Douglas works at the local hospital."

At that moment the teacher walked into the room, and Kamen turned around. The teacher began to hand out a list of topics of the course, and a book list. I laid my chin down on the desk and began drumming my fingers.

He was just so…so different. Everything about him screamed "not normal" in some way. What had Kamen said about him? He ignores anyone that isn't his family? Then why had he helped me in the parking lot?

The rest of the day went by with a blur. Lunch was not as bad as I thought it would be, and my last three classes were pretty much the same as in my old school. When the last bell rang I waited until most of the students had cleared out of the parking lot, and then I headed out to my car. As I reached the edge of the parking lot once again a steely grip locked onto my elbow.

"Would you like some help?" The musical voice was so familiar, so unnerving. I turned around and looked up to meet his gaze. I gasped like a stunned fish for a second, and then turned around and yanked my elbow out of his grip.

"No thank you…" I said as I began to walk across the lot, towards the far corner where I had parked my car. When I was about halfway there, I heard the sound of footsteps behind me.

"Wait. Let me help…"

I whirled around, trying to find him to refuse his offer once again. In that second, my legs slipped out from under me, and I fell, going down hard on my right wrist. A sharp pain shot up my arm, and I instantly let out a small cry of pain. Sitting up, I attempted to get up from the small patch of ice.

"You shouldn't do that. I could hear the crack from ten feet away. You definitely broke something." Matt walked over to where my bag lay, and picked it up. "Let me at least drive you to the hospital. I can get you in quickly." He dangled his phone in front of me. I then remembered that his father worked at the hospital.

"Fine. On one condition." He offered his hand out to me. I grabbed it, and felt a shock as I realized how cold his hand was. He saw the look on my face, and looked away. I fished out my keys out of my pocket. "You drive."

I was about to hand him the keys when I noticed something.

"Aww, shit…" I huffed as I held up my keys for a closer look. My little blue crystal star that had been a present from my mom was broken, two points missing from one side. I threw him the keys. "You're going to have to drive." I began to toddle back to the car, fully aware of the now searing pain in my forearm. Matt beat me to the car, unlocking the passenger side. I got in, and upon sitting down I realized that the seat of my jeans was soaking wet.

Lying back in the seat, I tried to block out the pain in my arm. A chilly, painful minute later, Matt got into the car, carrying a roll of bandage wrap and an ice pack. He looked at me, and I was caught again by the brilliant color of his eyes.

"Please?" he murmured, motioning to my arm.

I gingerly held up my arm, and he took it in his hands. Working carefully as not to hurt me, he had my arm wrapped up in about a minute.

"Wow. Does this happen a lot?" I said as I examined his handiwork on my arm. It was tight, perfect, causing me no pain.

Matt laughed. "No, not much." He cracked the ice pack and laid it across my now bandaged wrist. "Having a doctor as a father does have its advantages. I already called him. He's waiting for us now." With that he started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

The ride to the hospital was dead silent. I stared out the window, watching the snow covered trees wiz by.

Five minutes later we were at the hospital. Matt escorted me in, taking me down a maze like series of hallways to a small, brightly lit waiting room.

There, sitting in a chair, was the most gorgeous man that I have ever seen. His hair was platinum blond, his skin and eye color almost identical to Matt. I figured this must be Dr. Douglas.

"Dad. Here she is. This is Logan Marshall. Logan, this is my dad, Dr. Samuel Douglas." Dr. Douglas stood up, with just as much, maybe more, fluidity and grace as Matt. I managed to stutter out a small hello. How did Matt know my name? I was sure I had never spoke to him after this morning, and he had only been in one of my classes, and that teacher hadn't taken roll call. Whatever. I turned my attention back to the handsome doctor.

"Nice to meet you too Logan. I heard you had a little incident in the school parking lot." He shot Matt a glance. "Good thing he was there. If you had moved it any more you could have damaged it more seriously." He walked away, and when Matt began to get up he turned around, pointed a finger at Matt, and mouthed the words "sit down." Matt sat back down, head down, fiddling with my keys.

The process of the x-rays was easy and quick, and twenty minutes later revealed that I had broken one of the bones in my wrist. Dr. Douglas began putting my arm in a cast. While he was busy with my arm, he spoke. "So how exactly did you get those bruises?" He motioned to my forehead. I took my good arm and gingerly touched the sore spot.

"I got in a fight with another girl. She took a three hole punch to my head." He looked at me in disbelief. "It was the second fight I had gotten into within the past month, I know it's kind of hard to believe, but the school I was in wasn't exactly the best. I wasn't exactly the most well liked person." He finished with the outer wrapping of the cast, and took a pair of small scissors to cut off the excess fabric.

"It's not so easy moving to a new place, is it?" He spoke with the air of a person who had done it many times before.

"Yeah…" I breathed. "After a while you get used to it. I'm starting to actually like this town." He grinned, and put the scissors down on a metal tray.

"You're all set. Come back in four to six weeks and we'll check your arm."

"Thank you very much. Now about paying for this…" I thought about my dwindling amount of cash in my bank account.

He waved his hands. "Don't worry about it. It's been really quiet around here today, and you're a friend of Matt. So it's no problem."

I stammered out another quick thank you, and headed back out to the waiting room. Matt was sitting, talking animatedly with another pale person. This was a small, pixie like girl with short, black hair that was spiked in every direction.

"I'm done." At the sound of my voice he looked up at me, and I held up my arm. "I'm patched up now. Can I go home?" He got up, and motioned to the small girl by his side.

"Logan, this is my sister Amanda. Amanda, this is Logan." In a very unusual gesture, she bounded forward, and locked her arms around me in a death hug. I must have looked shocked, because Matt just laughed. "Don't worry. She does that to everyone."

Amanda let me go, and looked up at me. "Call me Mandy! I hope we can be friends!" She turned back to Matt. "Ready to go home?"

Matt gave a quick nod, the looked at me. "Will you be ok? His voice was filled with concern. He tossed me my keys.

I shrugged. "Yeah. I'll be fine. See you tomorrow." I left them in the waiting room and back tracked the maze of halls until I made it out onto the parking lot. Finally making it to my car, I quickly got into the drivers seat, and shoved the keys into the ignition.

It was then that I noticed one small difference. Pulling the keys out of the ignition, upon closer examination, revealed that in place of my broken blue star was a clear crystal snowflake. Attached to the chain was a small tag. I flipped the tag over. Written on the back was a single word written in cursive.

Sorry

I hope you all liked it! Chapter two will hopefully be up after Thanksgiving Vacation (November 26-29) because I have plenty of time to work on it. I would like 20 reviews, so please click that lovely green button at the bottom of the page!

Oh, and MissVampireFreak was confused with the names, so I'm going to post a name guide here.

Cullen Family-Douglas Family (The Douglas family is the Cullen's fake names)

Matthew-My OC

Bella- Sarah

Edward- Brandon

Alice- Amanda

Jasper- Thomas

Emmett- Kyle

Rosalie- Michelle

Carlisle- Samuel

Esme- Nicole

Renesmee- Emily

Jacob- (doesn't change. He comes in at a later chapter)

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