Beep. Beep. Beep.

That was the noise I woke to. An incessant beeping tracking the presence of my heartbeat through a series of annoying… Beep.

I opened my eyes to see an off white ceiling, looking down at myself I could see I was lying in a hospital bed with an IV attached, with a large man in a police jacket to the side.

'Must be Charlie. I wonder what I'm doing here, in a hospital? Shit. I don't have any memories of this life.'

As I was thinking that Charlie began to stir. He woke with a small snort and looked straight at me.

"Damian?" Charlie blinked. "Thank God you're awake; we've been so worried about you!" At this he gestured to a blonde haired woman seated on the opposite side of my bed.

'Must be Renee.' I thought furiously, 'How do I play this then? I can't pretend to know them, it'll only cause complications later…'

I looked at Charlie with what I hoped was a believable expression of confusion. "I'm sorry, but who are you?" I turned to Renee, "And you?"

They both stared back at me with identical expressions of shock and pain. "Damian, honey." Renee started in a soft voice, "It's me, Renee, your mother, and that's Charlie your father. Don't you recognise us?"

"I'm sorry." I whispered, tears in my eyes as I saw the pain break on the surface of Renee's face.

Charlie chose this moment to rise from his chair, turning in an attempt to hide his tears. "I'd…" he began in a chocked voice, "I'd best find the doctor and tell them you're awake."

Renee and I sat in silence whilst waiting for the doctor to arrive. The only sound that broke our vigil were the occasional sobs which escaped her.

A short while later Charlie returned with a short balding doctor, who wore a rather large pair of glasses which appeared to magnify his eyes to an alarming degree.

"Hello there, I'm Doctor Gerandy, how're you feeling Damian?"

"Not good." I deadpanned, "I have no idea how I got here, and have no idea who these people are." I gestured to Renee and Charlie. I figured it would be best to get the memory loss out of the way early, hopefully speeding up the process.

Let's just say it didn't.

I ended up in the hospital for another week whilst they tried to figure out how a 'hiking accident' caused such damage to my memory. They also seemed baffled by the fact that I could still operate at a basic level, for example speech and general problem solving. I made sure not to mention my 'personality transplant' as I was certain it would end with me enjoying the view outside my padded cell.

Eventually, after much whining on my part, I convinced my 'parents' to get me discharged from Forks general. However, this brought on a whole new problem. I had decided early on that I was going to live with Charlie in Forks, mainly because I wanted to meet the vampires this world I was in was based around. My decision became even easier due to the fact that Renee would cry and try and get me to remember a life I didn't remember, going as far as to suggest experimental and/or 'alternative' methods for restoring my memory. To be honest the idea of being doped up on drugs for an indefinite amount of time scared me shitless. Charlie on the other hand seemed to accept the word of the doctors and was attempting to get to know the new me.

This came to a head when I was eventually discharged as Renee assumed I would be going with her.

"But," She began with tears beginning to form in her baby like eyes. "Honey, you hate Forks! Why on Earth would you want to go there?"

I almost rolled my eyes at her, but refrained from doing so as I realised she must be hurting massively right now. Instead I sighed and apologised, "I'm sorry Renee, but I just feel more comfortable with Charlie at the moment." I paused and looked toward Charlie, "I can live with you right?"

He gave me a nod, and said with a small smile which seemed to brighten his face, "Sure thing kiddo, it might be a squeeze with both you and Anabelle, but we can make it work." I could tell by his tone that he was excited for me to come, but there was just one thing…

"Anabelle?"

Charlie looked at me and rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, "Sorry, forgot you, well…" He sighed and began again, "Anabelle is the little girl I took in after her parents died in a fire. She's only five, but really sweet and I'm sure you would get along great, but I totally understand if it's too much for you and you want to live with Renee on your own…" His face started to fall as he got to the end of his rambling, I hurried to cut him off.

"No! No. It's fine, more than fine actually I think it might be good for me, having a little sister to keep me grounded." I had actually always wanted a younger sibling in my previous life, someone I could help and have fun with. I wondered if this was another of her efforts to ensure this world was one in which I wanted to live.

Charlie sagged in relief so much it was almost comical. "Brilliant." A man of few words, as expected.

Renee chose this moment to re-announce her presence, "Are you sure?" She sniffled out.

I smiled softly at her in an attempt to soften the blow, "Yes, but maybe I could visit?"

At this she bobbed her head up and down enthusiastically. I smiled again and pulled her into a hug, I realised that she probably needed some physical contact to soothe her worries a little more, and I was glad to help as it appeared she accepted my plans with grace. After a good minute she pulled away with a soft "Bye, honey." And walked out of the hospital to her car.

I spent some time watching, and gave her a wave as she drove to the airport. After a while Charlie cleared his throat and shifted awkwardly. "Alright then kid, let's get you home."

I smiled at the word home, glad I could finally begin to live this new life after my week long stint in purgatory.