Author Note 1: I would like to apologize for the long wait. The program that I had kept all my files and stories on had decided to go 'fuck you!' at me and not work. I nearly lost all my files and stories AGAIN! Luckily, I managed to save everything from going 'bye-bye' and am now back on track. I know it's been a long few months since the last update, which was last year, but thank you so much for your patience.

Author Note 2: I've received a few reviews saying that "Bella is a child, she should not be treated that way. It's cruel of Tristan." Well, I never said that Tristan was going to be nice, or welcoming of his new family. It will be explained through the story as to why Tristan is not really accepting of his new mother and sister, especially Bella.

Also, I can tell you all now, that this will NOT be an Edward/Bella pairing. This is a slow burn of sorts and will involve Bella is some aspect of the story. But the main pairing will eventually be Edward/Tristan. Just to clear up any confusion.

Furthermore, if anyone is wondering, the face claim for Tristan is Joe Collier.

Anyway, please read and review!

Chapter 3 – The New Kids in Town

It was one those peaceful, warm dreams he rarely had. Ever since being reborn, he never had any meaningful dreams. But whenever he did have dreams that were worth remembering, he always made sure to draw or write them down when he woke up.

"Come on, Brandon!" He could hear the sweet voice of him. It had been so long since he heard the voice of his little brother.

"Kyle…" His little Superman. "Kyle, I'm here." He breathed, reaching of the little body that seemed to be just out of reach. "Hey little man, I'm here." He tried to beckon his little brother to come closer, wanting to hold him and never let go again.

"Brandon! Come on, Brandon!" Kyle laughed cheerfully, jumping away from him and rushing out the door and into the light.

"Wait, Kyle, wait!" He sprinted after him, not wanting to lose sight of him.

Kyle smiled at his big brother.

"Brandon!"

The world around him began to distort.

No… Not yet…

The darkness was spreading, destroying the beautiful landscape and light.

No, please… Let me stay here… Please, let me hold him… Please!

"Brandon," his brother appeared right beside him, smiling sadly and with longing in those wide brown eyes.

"Hey, little man," He grinned so widely, he felt his cheeks stretch into a wide goofy smile. He reached for the little boy that he loved so much. He held the little body close to him, feeling the dream slip away from and reality set in.

He opened his eyes, seeing the familiar bedroom surrounding him. And it all came back to him.

The tears were already falling, feeling the loss after having him in his arms. His breathing was heavy and quick; hyperventilating. He felt hot and cold, stiff and yet relaxed like he never had been before.

And the longing… sadness… loneliness… I miss him, so damn much.

If that wasn't enough, he was beginning to forget the dream. He could feel it drifting away from his mind, as if it was not important at all.

Panicked, he rushed to his desk, took out his sketchbook and pencil and started to draw from memory alone. He sketched, erased and sketched again for what felt like hours, until he finally got it right.

Kyle; his little Superman.

When finished, he wanted to stare at it for hours, days, years, if he could.

He wanted to go home…

"Kyle… Kyle…" He sobbed, the tears flowing and snot running. He didn't care, though. All he wanted was to go home and see his little brother. He wanted to go back to his old life, even with the mistreatment and coldness of his first father. It didn't matter as long he could see his little Superman again.

But he knew that it would never happen.

And he had to live with the feeling of never seeing him ever again.

It was a horrible feeling to bear, but he would endure.

Because Charlie Swan would fill the big, gaping crater in his chest.

He would have to do.

And that would have to be enough.

And with his mind settled for a while, and the feelings he forced back into the dark.

He forced Brandon Clarke back into the dark.

He began his day by day routine and face all challenges charming, smiling and happy Tristan Swan.

Finding a place to be alone when he had an over-protective father who is also the Chief of Police, was hard to say the least. He couldn't go anywhere unknown without informing Charlie. But with a made-up excuse of wanting to draw the landscape and forest, his Dad seemed more at ease. However, he wasn't to wander too far and had been warned of running straight back to the house if there was anything he heard, saw and didn't feel safe at all. With as many reassurances as he could say, Tristan made his way into the forest that was at the edge of his backyard. He stopped after a little under a mile, and began what he hoped would develop into a power he could use.

Telekinesis. He had the power to move things with his mind. And boy, wasn't that exciting.

It was difficult for him at first. He didn't know how to start, but with learning and practice, it began. At first, it was moving small things like pebbles, sticks and pieces of paper. Then he moved onto bigger rocks, branches and things that were heavier. As always, it took him a while to master the bigger things, but finally he made it.

He could control and lift nearly anything.

And the power was very useful for him. However, it was a strain to hide his abilities at times. Moving objects, while it was fun, also tested Tristan's control every time he used it. Sometimes his will to use his abilities would be too much and forceful, that moving objects would do more harm than good. Being hit on the shoulder by a paper weight was not pleasant, and Tristan didn't want to accidently hit himself on the head with flying objects. No, thank you.

But it wasn't just lifting stuff. His power felt… different. While there was no doubt that he felt stronger than anything, there was something else. His mind felt much clearer after every exercise he completed. The power, he felt, would travel all over his body and harden. His skin, muscles and bone felt heavier, like an unknown weight had been placed upon him.

And so, he tested. In the woods, he would lift a rock and concentrate on his power while gripping the rock hard. It didn't do anything, so he shook his head at assuming he was stronger. But then, in his emotional embarrassment, he crushed the rock in his palm.

Shocked beyond words, he tried again and put more feeling into it. He discovered he needed the will and want to crush the rock; to make himself believe that he was stronger and could do it. And his power, would respond. He could feel his power harden his body and mind, always there to protect him from all danger.

It was his own… shield.

And so, he continued training, making himself as strong as he could. He wanted to be ready to defend himself if the situation ever came about.

Apart from Tristan training himself, he began keeping tabs on the new family in town.

The Cullens.

As expected, Doctor Carlisle Cullen was working at the hospital.

Esme was at their new home, the perfect housewife.

The 'children', Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett and Edward would be starting school next week on Monday. It was something that Tristan was actually looking forward to, but also couldn't stop the cold shiver of fear eating away at him slowly. He wanted to avoid the Cullens as much as possible. He would mind his own business, as they would be minding theirs. If they stayed out of his way and stayed far away from him and his life, he would gladly leave them be and let Bella do her part.

However, if Bella ever brought Charlie in to her messes, then he would interfere and make himself clear to both her and the Cullens.

'They so much as put Charlie in harm's way, there will be Hell to pay.'

But how exactly could he put himself in a position to actually threaten the Cullen's, well that was another matter.

And so, he went to school on Monday, driving his beautiful motorcycle. He saw the silver Volvo and red 4WD before parking and making his way inside, out of the downpour.

Already he heard the whispers.

"Did you see the new kids?"

"They're so pretty."

"The guys are so cute and sexy."

"The girls could be super models."

"Are they single?"

It was all going on and on.

'I'm getting a headache already.' He regretted ever getting out of bed in morning, especially on the day of the new arrivals.

He continued his track down the hallway, seeing people turn to him and smile.

"Morning Tristan,"

"Hey Tristan, good weekend?"

"Hey Tristan, see you in Music later."

"Morning Tristan!"

People would call out to him, saying their greetings and smiles. It was nice being popular, not just with students but teachers as well and for that, Tristan was grateful to have a place of his own within the school. And making his way to his favorite class was a good way to start the week.

Art was very calming for him, considered therapeutic and so much easier to relax while having a paintbrush in his hand. He could focus on his painting, not the world around him. It was only him, the brush, the direction and the flow of color. It was the same with music, he had discovered. Ever since he was little, he had always been so calm when listening to music. It didn't have to be a specific genre – apart from western – and he was always so relaxed. And if there was one thing he brought from his previous life, it was his musical talent. He was partial to the piano, but it was the violin that was his calling. He would pick up the bow and just start playing. The music teacher had been surprised by his playing and had suggested to Charlie to give him lessons. Charlie had been thrilled to his son so happy playing an instrument, he went to Port Angeles asking about lessons. And soon, it didn't take long for Tristan to be signed for lessons.

Tristan had never been happier.

It was his moments of peace he enjoyed the most.

And now, thanks to the arrival of the Vegie-Vampires, it was ruined because of the inclusion of the Cullen's that would most likely break his family. Although it would only be about Bella, that didn't mean Tristan wanted to be involved with any of the Cullen family members.

Well, no time like now to find out how far his luck can go.

It was blatantly clear to the Cullen siblings that the high school populace of Forks was completely ordinary. Everywhere they walked, they were being stared at like super models or celebrities. Not that it would matter, considering they had the looks to become models quite easily. But that didn't mean they couldn't complain about it all the same.

However, it seemed they weren't the only topic of discussion.

"Did you see Tristan this morning? He's so cute!" One girl had squealed to her other friends.

"He's not cute, that's childish. He's handsome, like a real-life version of Prince Charming." Another girl argued, rolling her eyes at her friend's childish fan-girl attitude.

"Now that's insulting. No, he's good looking and nice, like a gentleman." The other friend disagreed, moving away from her friends at hearing such words.

It interested a few of the Cullens, a few being Alice and Edward.

"Hmm, wonder who this Tristan is?"

"Does it matter? He's only human." Rosalie sneered, her dark gold eyes piercing through a few boys that stared at her with adoring eyes. Emmett merely chuckled deeply, wrapping a big hulking arm around his beautiful blonde-haired mate. While appeasing his mate slightly, it also sent a message to the human males that the blonde beauty was essentially 'taken'.

"Oh look, there he is!" The girl squealed again, her eyes fixed on a figure that moved down the hall.

And soon, all eyes were on him.

The Cullens were somewhat shocked, to say the least.

It wasn't often that they saw a human that held a level of attractiveness that matched theirs in some way. And this Tristan sure had the looks down, that he could pass for a Vampire in a certain light.

Handsome features that gave a warm aura about him. He smiled at the people around him as he gracefully glided by them. His features were striking and far too handsome to be labelled as simply charming. He was alluring to a level that – if he were to turn into a vampire – the world would be brought to its knees to please the beautiful boy.

It was disconcerting to say the least. And for some reason unknown, its unnerved Alice the most.

"How…?" She murmured, her golden gaze fixed on the seventeen-year-old boy. 'How is that possible?' Her thoughts were jumbled, confused and stunned. She couldn't understand how it was possible, especially when she had seen them all at the school.

But she didn't see him at all.

Edward's head snapped to Alice with wide eyes, nearly gaping at her thoughts. His eyes darted back to the boy, seeing him coming closer to them but paying them no mind whatsoever.

Until his eyes looked at them.

He blinked, before he dismissed them as if they were nobody important and moved on his attention to the other students around him. He smiled and waved, always polite and respectful.

"He just—" Rosalie started, clearly offended by his lack of interest, even though he was only a human.

"Leave it, Rosalie." Jasper suddenly spoke, eyes fixated on the boy that walked by them. The boy walked straight, eyes forward and smiling in a way that seemed too forced to Jasper. It was a smile that he had seen before on his comrades in the battlefield. A smile so full of lost hope, sadness, longing and… broken.

It was a smile of an old lost soul.

"Jasper?" He heard his mate calling him, turning to see her there beside him looking concerned.

"Sorry, darlin'." He smiling, reassuring her that he was alright, before moving with her to walk down the corridor. He glanced back to see the boy looking back at them with a dark, challenging look.

His eyes met Jasper's.

Blue met dark amber.

The boy's look turned in a cold glare. A curl in his lip and his face was set into a sneer.

It was clear to Jasper that the boy did not like him, or his family.

The message was clear in the expression, and the message was received.

'You cause trouble, I'll make your lives Hell.'

Jasper merely tilted his head forward slightly, acknowledging the message before he followed his siblings away from the attentions of a not-so-subtle hateful teen.

All the while, Tristan stood in the hall with his classmates and peers surrounding him, thinking of how he would survive dealing with the Cullen's on a daily basis.

'This is going to one unpleasant year…' He couldn't help but dread, but never feared.

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-lostfeather1