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Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer, I am simply a teenage girl with too much time on her hands, a migraine and seeking an excuse not to do homework.

Moving on with the story.....

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The sun pouring through my open curtains was what woke me up the next morning, preparing me for the start of another four years of hell, aka, high school. I couldn't hear Daniel in the apartment, so I assumed that he had gone hunting early. The note on the kitchen counter affirmed my suspicions. I helped myself to a bowl of cereal and stood eating it by the wall-length window as I admired the Alaskan landscape. It was truly beautiful. The sun was hidden by a bank of clouds but the snow still sparkled in a cheery way. I finished my breakfast, putting the dirty bowl and spoon into the dishwasher, and made my way to my bedroom to get dressed. I wore a hoody and jeans, hoping to blend in at the new school, no matter how thin my chances were. I and Daniel always stood out, wherever we went. I looked at the clock, eight-fifteen. I had fifteen minutes to get to school. I grabbed my car keys and made my way down to the garage that was attached to the apartment building.

I climbed inside my car and sped out towards the small high school which I was to attend. I hated staring a new school in the middle of the semester, it meant that you were always the new kid. When I did arrive, the school was already full of people and the parking lot was full of students socialising before they went inside. My car stood out from the rest as I drove towards the nearest free space, all the cars in here were clearly old or second hand. I felt nearly all the eyes in the parking lot look towards my car as I parked. Here was the bit that I had been dreading: I stepped out of the car.

The whispers began as they took in my appearance.

"Who is he?"

"God, he's hot!"

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend."

"Damn. He's gonna get all the girls attention."

I chuckled to myself; they had no idea that I could hear every word. I hurried inside to escape the prying eyes of my new classmates and to get my new schedule from the front office. It was easy enough to find. The woman who sat at the desk did a double take as I entered.

"Hi there." I greeted her, "I'm Anthony Swan, I'm new here."

"Ah.. um..yeah..err.. let me just... umm...get your err...schedule."

"Thank you."

She tapped away at her old computer for a moment before a frown appeared on her face and her brow furrowed.

"Shouldn't your brother be here also?"

"He wasn't feeling well today." I lied smoothly.

"Umm.... right... ok...yeah. Well here's your schedule." She said passing me the paper.

"Thank you again." I smiled at her before leaving the office. My first lesson of the day was English. I made my way towards the small English room and found a seat at the side of the room. Soon enough, students began to file in. A blond haired girl was eying me up from the other side of the room, she was coming over to talk to me when the bell signalled the start of class and the teacher walked in. He was a balding man, with glasses, but he was still tall. He put his worn leather suitcase on the desk and turned to face the class.

"Ah, I see that we have a new student joining us today. Anthony Swan. "

Right on cue, all the eyes in the room turned to face me.

"Yes, sir."

"Right, Ok then... We're studying Romeo and Juliet this term. Are you familiar with the play?"

"Vaguely." I practically knew the play off by heart, having studied it in high school three times in the past ten years. Not to mention my worn copy of Shakespeare's works at home.

"Well, pay attention until you catch up, ok?" He smiled and began his lesson. I knew that I was going to like this teacher. He started his lecture and I began to day dream of my parents and the pictures that I had of them, I had heard this information several times before. The snap of the door closing pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Ah, late again Mr Cullen?" I felt my mouth drop open and I turned towards the boy that had just entered the room.

"Sorry, I overslept." The smooth voice belonged to an extremely muscular boy with dark curly hair and golden eyes. Oh My God.

Emmet POV

Nobody had been the same since we had left Forks and Bella. Carlisle and Esme had lost a daughter; Alice had lost her spark along with her best friend, she rarely went shopping anymore; I had lost a little sister; Jasper was in pain and constantly sad, affected by everybody's moods and still felt guilty about what had happened at the party; even Rosalie missed Bella and that was really saying something, she had never really seen eye to eye with her but she knew how much the rest of the family missed her and respected our love for her.

And then there was Edward.

We rarely ever saw him anymore. He hunted alone and rarely; his eyes, when we saw him, were near constantly black and he looked like he'd been beaten up judging by the deep purple shadows beneath them. Not that we could look him in the eye anymore, they were too full of pain; Jasper could hardly stand to be near him. Edward had not played the piano since we had left Bella, he had not listened to music, he had not laughed, smiled, he barely left his room. Choosing, instead, to sit in there for days, usually weeks on end.

He had not enrolled in high school since we had left fifteen years ago, we had tried to convince him but he refused. We all knew why; it reminded him too much of Bella.

We now lived in a small town in Alaska, an area ideal for hunting, and us 'children' –minus Edward – were registered at the small high school.

Jasper and I were waiting by Rosalie's sports car. Rosalie and Alice were still getting ready for another day of high school; even with their vampire speed they were making us late. Amazing.

Eventually they deemed themselves fit for school and ran with vampire speed to our vast garage. Our car collection had grown and improved over the years. Alice had bought a yellow Porsche, Jasper a motorbike, Rosalie had acquired two new convertibles, Carlisle had a brand new Mercedes, I had a land rover, even Esme had bought herself a 'little run-around' as she referred to it.

Only Edward had not upgraded or improved his collection of cars. His Volvo and Aston Martin were under sheets at the back of the garage. They hadn't been touched in fifteen years; Edward had no use for them anymore.

With a sigh, I climbed into the car to make our way to school. The journey passed in silence as usual; our family had grown apart over time, we had lost our glue.

Even with Rosalie's crazy-vampire-driving speed, we were tem minutes late for the first lesson of the day; in my case, English. We found a parking space in the crowded lot of rusty cars, there was a new car among the usual 'disgraces,' as Rosalie often called them, a silver Volkswagen. A new student it would seem.

I hastily climbed out of the car and jogged at a human pace to my English room, as the rest of my family did to their lessons. The teacher had already begun his lesson when I arrived, it was Mr Carter so I was fine; he was strict but forgiving, a good blend for a teacher. I opened the door of the room and waited for the strong scent of human blood to assault me.

"Ah, late again, Mr Cullen?" Mr Carter asked me as I stepped into the room.

"Sorry sir, I overslept." I was internally laughing on the inside, oversleeping was impossible for me.

"Take your seat; we're on page thirty-one."

"Thank-you sir." I said, making my way to the back of the room and sitting at the small desk. I had used up my air supply talking to the teacher but when I breathed in, I almost immediately stopped. There was a scent in the air, in was too sweet in comparison to the other humans in the room but not sweet enough to be a vampire's scent. It was coming from one of these humans blood, I could tell, but I wasn't instinctively drawn to it as I was every other scent. It was a new student; I could tell immediately, I would recognise it otherwise. I looked around the room looking for the culprit.

It was a boy. He was a few desks in front of me and slightly to the left. I could hear his heart beating in his chest, quicker than all the other heartbeats in the room. I caught a sight of his profile as he turned to look out of the window. He was paler than all the other humans, almost inhumanly handsome, with deep brown eyes and brown hair that had an almost bronze tone to it. He looked kind of like Edward.

Woah. I wonder if Edward had some long lost descendants living in Alaska.

I found myself studying this boy throughout Mr Carter's lecture, forming plans to approach him and try and find out something about him. My plotting was wasted, however, when the bell signalled the end of class and the boy was the first out of the room.

Now that was weird. I made my way to my locker to get my books before the next class started. Perhaps I could confront him later.

Anthony POV

His surname was Cullen.

He was a vampire.

A 'vegetarian' vampire at that.

Karma really had it in for me sometimes. I prayed that this was just a major coincidence, I knew that was not the case. I also knew that nearly all the Cullen's repeatedly attended high school. Did that mean that my father was here? I felt the confusion and anxiety tie knots in my stomach.

The vampire that had entered the English room and was now sitting to the side and back a few desks from me was not my father, I knew that much. That meant that this one was either Jasper or Emmett. Unless they had gained a new coven member of course.

I could practically feel the eyes staring at the back of my head; I knew that it was the vampire. I glanced out of the window, using my peripheral vision to confirm my suspicions. I was right. He would be able to tell that I wasn't human. I knew that I had to get out of the room before he confronted me, after class had ended no doubt. I waited, impatiently, for the bell to ring. I had my things already packed away as the last few minutes ticked by. When the bell finally rang, I was first out of my seat and door, heading straight to my locker and collecting my books before hastily making my way to the boy's bathroom.

A wave of the smell of disinfectant – amongst other things – greeted me as I made my way in, locking myself in a cubical to think for the next fifteen minutes before my next class, history I found out as I consulted my timetable. I pulled my iPod out of my jeans pocket and listened to some of my preferred classical music, trying to relax before I headed to the next lesson.

The music served its purpose as usual and I soon relaxed. Realising that I only had about three minutes to get to history, I pulled the small earphones out of my ears and put the small black iPod back into my pocket before unlocking the cubicle. I noticed that my eyes had turned green as I caught my reflection in the mirror. Damn. There was not enough time to do anything now though so I hurried off to the history block. The corridors were empty now and I was glad that I didn't bump into anybody or have to listen to their whisperings. I couldn't avoid them as I entered the room though. I felt every eye turn on me but tried to avoid any contact, instead looking for an empty desk.

There was only one seat left in the room.

Next to a vampire.

Of course, it was just my luck to have another lesson with a vampire. A vampire to whom I was possibly related at that. This vampire had blond, curly hair, and golden eyes like the one that had been in English. I found myself making eye contact with him. Damn again. I saw his eyes scrutinise me and widen slightly, did he recognise me?! Oh crap. He seemed to shake his head though and I felt myself relax a little. I once again used my peripheral vision to study this other vampire. His eyes were a slightly lighter golden than the other vampire's; he had been hunting more recently. His face was covered n barely noticeable crescent shaped scars, he had been bitten. A lot. He was doing a good job of acting human but I could tell that he wasn't breathing. That was good – he wouldn't pick up my scent.

I could see him taking glances at me throughout the lesson although they became a lot less frequent when the teacher, Mr Fisher, arrived and began to lecture us on the civil war.

I felt waves of anger whenever the teacher made a remark about how the confederates lost. I could sense that the vampire next to me was sending them off and instantly knew that he had some form of 'ability.' I used my own ability to block them from reaching me. The vampire's eyes widened and he turned his head to stare at me, I kept my eyes locked on the teacher at the front of the classroom.

I rarely used my ability. I was capable of stopping other vampires' abilities from reaching myself, specific people or stopping it all together. Daniel had no ability himself and I had only come across two other vampires that did so it was rather odd to be using it again.

The hour long history lesson passed in a blur. I made a bee line for the door the second that the bell signalled the end off class, I needed to get out of there.

Apparently I was not the only one with this idea.

I collided with the vampire who had been sitting next to me as I made my way out of the door. He was in a rush and I felt myself stagger slightly as I bumped into him. Unfortunately so did he. He seemed shocked as I had managed to knock him out of my way, no human would have been able to do that.

I bent down to pick up my books which I had dropped; the other vampire went to retrieve his also.

"I'm so sorry." I apologised quickly, moving quickly out of the doorway and allowing the mass of students to escape from the dingy history room.

"It's fine." The vampire replied, I could hear the shock and curiosity dripping from each of his words. "I'm Jasper," he said, offering me his hand.

Oh Crap. I was getting roped into a conversation. I really did not need this.

"Anthony." I replied stiffly, shaking his hand. His eyes widened once again as our hands made contact. His eyes reached mine, I could feel the waves of trust that he was sending to me. I guessed that this 'Jasper' could change people's emotions. I quickly put up my shield again, I didn't want him to interrogate me, and quickly left the small foyer of the history block. I saw a familiar face as I exited the building. A small, black-haired, pixie-like girl was standing outside. She was the vampire from one of the photographs. Alice. I guessed by the fact that she was waited for the blond vampire – Jasper. I saw her brow furrow as she looked at me but I walked on by, hurrying to my next lesson.

Jasper POV

I was, as usual, early for history. It was the only subject that I found interesting within the human curriculum. That was because we studied the civil war, I had been there. The desks slowly filled up before the bell rang. The only free seat was next to me. I wasn't surprised, most humans tended to avoid me and my family.

Just then the door opened. The boy behind it seemed to look around the room before he spotted the empty seat next to me. I caught his gaze. His eyes were at first a shocking green colour; his emotions were stronger than any human in the room; shock, annoyance. That was odd, very odd. His eyes never left mine as any other humans would have, instead they kept contact, I was rather shocked as his shocking green eyes started to change to a deep brown. Was that normal? Could a humans eyes change colour like that?! Don't be silly Jasper. I told myself. They obviously must, you've just seen it happen. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I chose instead to study this odd boy. I had sensed his wave of panic and relaxation as I had questioned his strange eyes. He was clearly a new boy, he must have forgotten something.

The teacher then chose to enter the class room. Mr Fisher began his lecture, I was barely paying attention but his remarks about the confederate party were still annoying me. I could feel my own anger affecting the humans surrounding me. It was then that something really unexpected happened to me. I had been studying the boy next to me, feeling and analysing his emotions; taking glances when he was looking at the whiteboard and taking notes. He seemed on edge, bored and annoyed and then nothing. His emotions just stopped. Just stopped. How on earth did he do that? I was staring at him, trying to see if his expression gave anything away. Nothing. He was staring at the buffoon at the front of the class room who was criticising the war plan of the confederates.

Was I losing my ability?! No, I could still feel the emotions from the other humans in the room. I was going to talk to my family about this boy. Was he even human? He was paler then the other humans, not as pale as my family of course. His heart was beating quicker than any other in the small building. He was much better looking than the other human boys in the room, the waves of lust that the teenage girls were projecting and the waves of jealousy from the boys were enough to confirm that. I found myself studying this boy for the rest of the history lesson; the teacher at the front of the room completely forgotten. Not once did his careful guard slip or any of his emotions reach me.

As the bell finally signalled the end of class I headed straight for the door, eager to talk to Alice. She would already know that I needed to talk to her. Unfortunately I was not the only one trying to get out of the room; as I made my way into the small foyer of the history block I collided with somebody just as impatient as I to get out of the small room. I expected them to be knocked to the ground from hitting my marble form. What I didn't expect was to find myself stagger back, as did he and both our books to fall to the ground. It was the boy again. I could feel his emotions now, he was annoyed and impatient. He bent down to get his books as he apologised to me.

"I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," I could sense the opportunity to find out more about this boy lingering in the air. "I'm Jasper," I introduced myself, extending my hand for him to shake. I could feel the internal struggle raging within him before he shook my hand, almost grudgingly.

"Anthony." The boy replied curtly. I felt my eyes widen in alarm as our hands met; they felt lukewarm, nowhere near as hot as any other person. Any human. I sent waves of trust towards him; I planned to find out more about this strange boy. His brown eyes narrowed infinitesimally as they reached him and almost instantly his emotions were blocked to me again and he turned and left the room without a backwards glance.

I was stood in the foyer still trying to make sense of my jumbled thoughts before I heard Alice waiting outside. I ran with human speed to meet her.

My wife jumped into my arms as I reached her. "I was so worried Jazz, your future disappeared for the entire lesson."

"Really?" I asked, intrigued. Was it 'Anthony's' fault?

"Yeah. It took all my will power not to run out of that ridiculous lesson and make sure that you were okay."

I laughed at my wife's concern before sobering up to take to her seriously. "Have you seen the new kid?" I asked her.

"Was that the one that came out just before you?" Her brow furrowed in concentration.

"Yeah, Anthony. He's... different. It was like he could shut down his emotions. Do you think that's why you couldn't see his future?"

"It could be. We should talk to Carlisle about this."

"Yeah, we should. It's kind of like Bella, when Edward couldn't read her mind." I felt a pang of my own guilt as I said Bella's name, had been able to control myself at her birthday party all those years ago then maybe our family would still be happy. Alice knew me well enough to know what was bothering me.

"It wasn't your fault. Forget about it, there's nothing we can do now. But this Anthony kid..." she prompted me.

"It's weird, he's so much colder than everybody else, not as cold as us though; his eyes changed colour when I first saw him, from Green to Brown; and his heartbeat is so much faster too."

" I think that we should confront him at lunch, with Rosalie and Emmett too, he could hardly cause a scene with all four of us there."

CLIFFY! Well, sort of.

Opinion Time! Anyways,, should the Cullens wait until Edward's back to confront Anthony? Also, should Edward find out, before, at the same time as, or after everybody else? And HOW should he find out?!

The sad news is, -sniff- , I have fallen behind on homework; and may not be able to update for a while. I intend to have no homework before I update again, so I'll try and do it as soon as possible. I've also got to revise for a maths GCSE module thing, which I am not looking forward to.

And I have to tidy my bedroom. This week just keeps getting better and better doesn't it?

Until next time, Farewell.

Becky.