Broken Moon

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Twilight.

AN: This is the sequel to And Then Came You. I would like to thank all the people that reviewed on the last story. You made my day... Well, enjoy and review.

Prologue: Broken Dreams

I had seen my father in my mother's thoughts. They were so vivid, so real and I already knew I loved him. He became my Seth. His name was the first word that I said, and to this day, he is the only name that makes my hurt flutter with love and hate at the same time. He is the only man who's ever sparked absolute rage and admiration in me.

He stood in the middle of the gymnasium, his hand holding the cell phone close to his ear and the other hand waving at my mother. I could see there was so much love for my mother. I quickly understood why she loved him. I understood why she never stopped crying at night, he was her light.

He walked slowly, giving her an opportunity to run. But she stayed seated, holding me tight, afraid to wake up from her perfect dream. She loved him, even more than she loved me. But I didn't mind. I loved her to the point of sacrificing my own life to give her all the happiness in the world. My mother was the only world that I knew. In her eyes the sun would rise and set. She was the center of my small universe, I gravitated around her. I was content just by seeing that beautiful smile on her lips.

My father was closer to us, but stopped when he saw me. He stared at my mother quizzically; raising his perfect eyebrow as he looked down at me… He didn't know that I even existed. To him, Seth Jacob was the only child that he knew. It was sad when his eyes left me. I felt my little heart beating fast as I stared at his tall frame. I smiled up at him, reaching for his hand, but he nervously jerked away.

"This is Mallory Moon. She was born a few minutes after Seth Jacob." Ali, my mother said sadly, kissing my forehead tenderly. "She's my little Seth."

She raised her blue eyes to stare at him, smiling sheepishly at him. She looked so beautiful! She was my queen. I smiled at her, my eyes slowly falling on my father and he looked skeptical.

"You want to, um," she said, swallowing and staring at him. "You can carry her. She's the sweetest girl." my mother laughed, kissing my cheek.

Seth sat beside us and touched my finger. I felt a current running through my body and I giggled. I was so content to see them together again. She needed him, like she needed air. Her heart would never be complete if she didn't have him. I was proud of my Seth.

"Um, okay, Ali." my Seth said nervously, opening his arms to carry me. "She won't cry, right?" he asked as he chuckled.

My mother handed me to him and he carried me awkwardly. I smiled at him, giggling trying hard to make him smile. He stared at me, studying my face. He tilted his head, examining me with his eyes. I reached for his face with my tiny hands and touched him. He was warm, just like my mommy. He was startled by the coolness of my touch.

"Her hands are cold." he chortled, pulling me away and smiling down at me. "She really is a Cullen." he said, looking at me. "Moon Clearwater sounds beautiful," he said, kissing my forehead.

My mother smiled behind her tears. If I could touch her, I would've been able to know what she was thinking. She looked so happy, so alive. Her blue eyes were shining brightly, and I knew that she was finally complete.

Four years passed and I looked like a nine year old. I preferred blood over human food, but I always ate human food around my father's family. I didn't want them to think I was strange. Leah never liked me, but I still loved her. She was my father's dearest sister and I would always respect her.

I did everything my dad asked me to. I never questioned his motives. My safety, happiness and protection were his priority. He loved me, I know that he did and still does. I guess being around me brought back the memories of that night; it was a night that we never spoke of. It was buried in the darkest confines of our souls and that's where it would forever stay.

Seth Jacob's memory would be forever in their hearts, I knew that my father had been blessed to have me in his life. He was happy. My father, Seth, was a great man and he made me happy. He played with me, hunted with me and tried his hardest to be the best father possible.

He was the greatest man in the world. But there was a sadness that constantly lurked on the surface of his honeyed color eyes. He never tucked me in at night. Seeing me sleep at night reminded him of SJ's pleasant smile when he was born. I reminded him of his greatest pain.

We traveled the world together, and, while living in France, my mother got pregnant with the triplets. I was overjoyed when they were born. My father's dream of having three little girls was more than a reality. He now had four little girls to love, spoil, and adore.

The triplets, Addison Vanessa (Addivani), Allegra Suzanne (Ally) and Alexis Marie (Lexi) were a handful, but just adorable identical little girls. They had my parents russet skin with dark eyes and the blackest of hair. They looked just like my father, beautiful and adorable. They became my father's adoration but I always still felt like a part of the family. My mother was immensely happy. If she didn't cry, I would be happy. I didn't care if I was forgotten or ignored, as long as there was a beautiful smile on her lips, I was happy.

After my little brother Diego was born, things began to change. We live in a fairly small town in Bolivia. One night, after my parents went to the main plaza for a banquet to honor my father's dedication as a province doctor, a vampire came across Addivani and Ally.

They disobeyed my father's order of staying in the house, until they came back from the party. The vampire attacked Addivani and poisoned her. I heard her screaming and ran to search for her. When I found her, the vampire was about to attack Ally. I launched myself at him and was able to get him off her. The venom was slowly spreading across her body. I did what I thought was the correct thing to do. I suctioned the poison out of her, but could barely stop myself from wanting more of her delectable blood. A neighbor saw us and called the police. She was taken to the hospital and I ran fast, disappearing in to the woods, until my father came searching for me.

After that, my father didn't permit me to be around my sisters and brother without supervision. Addivani became the light of his eyes. He wasn't ready to lose another child. She took advantage of his weakness and manipulated him.

In the summer of my tenth birthday (I already looked seventeen years old), I met my first boyfriend. I liked him and enjoyed his company, but as fast as the summer ended… Addivani took him from me. The moment he ended our relationship, she didn't want him anymore.

I suffered, but I still had my mother's unconditional love. She tried to help me approach my father again, but it was useless. The more I tried, the deeper and further the gap that was between us became. I protected my heart from pain. I stopped smiling, reserving those special expressions for only when my dearest mother was in the room. My eyes only shone for her. I loved her and I was going to always protect her heart from pain. I would never speak my pain. I denied my nature, I tried to become human. I stopped drinking blood, hunting and speaking telepathically.

We moved shortly after the accident to the Dominican Republic, and my father became the head doctor of a small hospital in a small town. We lived comfortably. We weren't brought up with a lavish lifestyle, like the one my mother grew up in, but it was enough to provide for all seven of us.

I was ten years old, but my physical appearance was of a seventeen year old. I stopped aging at the age of eight. I went to school and learned Spanish. I had excellent grades. I was well-behaved; I never caused my parents trouble or rebelled against them. I often helped the local orphanages, tutoring the children and teaching them English. It was a great feeling to help others, I felt wanted and needed. It was a way of coping with my loneliness.

One scorching hot afternoon, I met Ruben. He was the most handsome boy that I'd ever seen. He was so gorgeous. Tall, dark and handsome was an understatement, when I had to describe him. His beautiful bedroom eyes were my downfall. His sensual thick English accent, made my heart skip fast.

As the days passed by, I fell in love with him. I never knew that there was such pure, sublime love, like the one I felt for him. I told my mother about him and even introduced him to my family. The moment I saw Addison staring at him, I knew that she would try her hardest to take him from me.

I feared that she would try the same thing she did before. The eve of my birthday, I received a card signed with Ruben's name, inviting me to meet him in a secluded part of the beach. I was excited. I was going to be alone with the boy that I loved. I had a smile on my lips the entire day. I couldn't wait to spend a quiet evening, enjoying my birthday in his company.

I dressed in my best clothes and wore earrings hoops and makeup to enhance my green eyes. I was excited and overwhelmed with joy as I walked towards the beach. But my happiness never lasts long. I saw them, their skins bathed in the afternoon rays. Addivani was with him, giving herself to the man that I loved.

My heart broke. It was the worst pain that I'd ever felt. I confronted them, but there was no sense in fighting for a man that didn't appreciate me. I still had some pride. Addivani tried to play the victim, but I knew that she had planned this. She had been the one that sent me the card, asking me to meet Ruben near the beach.

I ran home, holding back my tears. I went to my room and she followed me, laughing with satisfaction. Seeing me suffer was a pleasure for her. How could my sister be so sinister? Why did she hate me so much? I apologized to her many times for all the possible transgressions I did towards her!

"Ruben's lips were soft," she said, standing on my doorway. "He had so much experience," she laughed, running her hand through her black hair.

I ignored her, trying to control my anger. I walked to my bed and put on my headphones and turned it up loud enough to drown out her venom-filled words.

She trudged to where I sat and threw my Zune on the floor, stepping on the only gift that I'd ever loved. I cried. It was a gift from Edward. He'd written so many songs for me. It had recordings of my favorite aunts, Rose and Alice. She laughed cynically, pouting hypocritically at me.

"Why are you crying, Moon? Did I break the illusion of your first love?" she asked, touching my face. I was glad that I could never enter her sadistic mind. I wanted to send her flying out of the window, but she was my younger sister and if I touched her, my father would alienate me even more.

"Oh, please, Mallory!" she said annoyed, when I didn't answer. "I did you a favor! A guy that would fuck his girlfriend's sister isn't worth it!" she said, walking to the window.

"¡Vete de mi cuarto! Get out of my room, Addison." I whispered, bending down to pick up the pieces of my Zune.

She walked to my dresser and began to throw my things on the floor. "I hate you!" she yelled.

"Leave my room, please." I said, trying to refrain myself from screaming. "Just go! I don't want any trouble with you. If you want Ruben, have him. I know that I'll never be happy." I said quietly, picking up my dolls and teddy bears.

Addivani walked to my night table and reached for a family portrait of my father and my mother and I.

"You should've died, Mallory. Can you see that Papito only pities you? Even a blind person can see that he doesn't love you. Mom is the same. No one in our family loves you. Leah hates you; Grandma Sue is scared of you. Just leave and get out of our lives. Leave this house, you are just occupying space that could be used for something better." she shouted, poking her fingers on my head.

"Ruben didn't even put up a fight! He just slipped his fucking dick in me and didn't feel remorse," she said, exposing my vulnerable side.

I slapped her, losing myself control, enjoying the moment. I slapped her so hard and it felt good to stand up for myself. I'd never felt so liberated.