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Disclaimer: S.M.


I despised the cold weather, but I knew I couldn't survive the blazing sun in Phoenix.

I brought myself to the decision to move in with Charlie. My father lives in Forks, Washington which conveniently is the wettest place in the continental U.S. - perfect conditions for a vampire.

Fork bears an almost-constant cloud cover and rain almost every single day. Phoenix gets 3 to 4 days of rain per year, if that. I knew instantly the weather would depress me. I had always liked the warm weather and the glaring sun, that was until it made me sparkle.

Forks was my chance to have a fresh start. Renee had described every detail of my accident and surgery from day one to Charlie. I was grateful for that. Charlie wasn't much of a talker, or one to share his emotions and discussing such a sensitive topic would be difficult for him. I had inherited that from him.

My cover-up story continued to work rather flawlessly. Recently I had discovered I couldn't age, that I was frozen eternally in the body of a seventeen year old. That wasn't unexpected, but still a shock when it hit me. I was happy I could blame the plastic surgery for my lack of aging.

I convinced Charlie not to tell anyone about the accident or the surgery, I didn't want sympathy or attention. I'm more of the suffer-in-silence type. It would be easier if I started a clean slate.

I hadn't visited Forks since I was sixteen, a year before my transformation. That was five years ago. Charlie wanted to give me time to completely recover. It was hard for him not to see me, I could tell that in the tone of the voice he had when he telephoned me every month or so. I was glad to provide him with the company he yearned for.

I told Charlie I was going to pretend I was seventeen, as I had missed out on too much school in the four years I spent recovering. What he didn't know was that I actually still was seventeen. I was trapped in this non-aging body eternally. He could never know that though.

I stared observantly around my small room. It remained exactly the same as from when I was a baby, except for a cot had been replaced with a bed. Charlie had also added a desk and a prehistoric computer. I promised Renee I would keep in touch through email. I exhaled in deeply, though it was unneccessary. It felt more natural to breathe, to have a sense of smell. I caught a whiff of Charlie's scent floating from downstairs. It triggered an uncomfortable sensation in my throat but I knew I wasn't thirsty. I made sure to hunt before I arrived in Forks

It was odd living in a house with a human. During my years of "recovery" in Phoenix I had spent most of my time alone. Renee wanted to stay with me, but I saw in her face how it pained her to be away from Phil. He had recently been offered a ball contract in Jacksonville and I wanted mom to be there to support him. She was safer with him than me.

After long years of practice and patience in solitude I knew I could live with Charlie without plunging at his throat. If I killed him, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I didn't want to be a monster.

"Bella?" Charlie called from downstairs, interrupting my train of thought.

"Yes?" I replied in my musical tone. Even after years of being a vampire, I still wasn't used to my perfect, honey smooth voice. I'm not sure if Charlie was either. I had never really explained my change in voice.

"Dinner."

Crap. I had no excuse for that. How was I meant to explain my lack of appetite for regular food?

"Uh, I'm not really hungry. Sorry." I called from my room. I'd have to think of a better excuse in the future.

I decided to join Charlie downstairs out of courtesy and manners. I walked down the wooden stairs, barely making a sound. Nice and slowly, I repeated as my foot delicately touched each stair. I had to keep my well practiced charade.

When I got downstairs, Charlie was sitting on the wooden table surrounded by three unmatched chairs. He was eating cheese and macaroni from a ceramic bowl that was arranged in a mushy fashion. Maybe I'd have to cook.

"Ready for school tomorrow, kid?" Charlie said between mouthfuls.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I said truthfully. I couldn't put this off any longer. Tomorrow was my ultimate test at being human.