Story featuring excerpts from Twilight, but changed to have Bella in love with Carlisle. Bella is broken over Carlisle 's absence like New Moon. How will Carlisle handle a teenager who's in love with him?
Blue Moon
It was in there, sitting in that lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw them. They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating. Though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at me, like the rest of the people here, so it was okay to stare at them without meeting excessively interested pair of eyes. But it was none of these things that caught and held my attention.
They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big - muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy bronze-coloured hair. He was more boyish than the others who looked like they could be in college or teachers here rather than students. The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure. The kind you saw on the cover of the sports illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that every girl around her immediately took a hit to their self esteem merely by being in the same room with her. Her hair was golden, waving to the middle of her back. The short one was pixie like, thin in the extreme with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.
And yet, they were exactly alike. Every one of them was a chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than me, the albino. They all had very dark eyes despite the hair tones. They all had dark shadows under those eyes – purplish bruise-like shadows. As if they were recovering from a sleepless night, or a broken nose. But all there features were perfectly straight and angular.
But all this isn't why I couldn't look away. Something had changed that moment.
I felt something stop inside me, and I knew that nothing would be the same again. Still however important this part of me felt – I couldn't pin-point the exact thing. I thought I might have been shocked by their beauty... at first. But something had just changed. And from that moment on – I knew that there was nothing I could do. Nothing that would matter to me as much as it did before. I didn't want these feelings to continue, at all.
But I knew I was doomed to think this. Couldn't help but feel , that, with each passing moment, I was slipping away. The Bella that I knew was slipping away. Where did that Bella go?
I tried to push the thoughts to the back of my head. I didn't want to think about it – there was nothing I could do. At the moment. It was probably nothing. But. That didn't mean the thoughts wouldn't crop up when they could.
Something was very wrong. I had never felt this way. This is the first time, and, it had something to do with them.
.... I was going to try to look away.
But I couldn't.
I stared because their beautiful faces, so different, so the same were all devastatingly unfulfilled, troubled even. It was hard to see who was the most troubled, the pixie-like girl or the bronze-haired boy.
They were all looking away from each other and the other students. Their faces worried and confused. Something was different about them – empty.
"Who are they?" I asked a girl from my Spanish class, whose name I had forgotten. She looked up to see who I meant - though already knowing from the amazed tone. Suddenly he looked at her, the thinner, more boyish one, the youngest perhaps. He looked at my neighbor for just a fraction of a second and then his dark eyes flickered to mine. In that moment, lost in his dark eyes, did I feel that thing really leave me.
My back stiffened slowly into an arch, my breath came out in a savage sounding hiss and I clenched my hands into fists.
"that's Edward and Emmet Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr Cullen and his wife".
I stared, feeling my tension choke the crowded room. How dare they steal from me. What did these people have to do with the way I was feeling? I shook my head.
I considered the similarities. "Which ones are the Cullen's?" I asked, "they don't look related..."
"Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen Is really young. In his twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted."
"That's really kind of nice, taking all care of all those kids, when there so young and everything"
I turned the unpopular names over in my head. Something was missing – from a picture that felt a lot bigger. I could feel it.
