A/N: Enjoy

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Full Summary: Edward leaves Bella and she becomes depressed like in the book. It's only been a month. For almost a year Charlie has been mourning his little sister, Miranda Gilbert. He gets a call from Liz Forbes, saying she needs his help at Mystic Falls and wants to know if he's willing to take the offer. He talks to Bella about it and tells her she'll have her family again. Hearing the new, Bella becomes her old self and agrees with Charlie about moving. She meets everyone and her and Charlie find out their secret and Charlie is willing to protect Isabella's friends and his baby sister.

Previously On My New Life, In Mystic Falls

Arriving home, I called out to my dad.

"Dad, did you want to go to the store now, or what?"

"I guess we could go now. Did you have fun," He asked walking down the stairs.

"Yeah but after all the questioning. I found out a lot and they all want to go with us to Forks. Tyler and Stefan will bring their cars and we'll go from there on seating arrangements."

The house phone began ringing.

"Hello?"

"Hey Iz it's Aunt Jenna."

"Oh, hey!"

"I was wondering if you and your dad wanted to come over for dinner. I wanted to catch up, and Alaric would love to get to know him."

"Hold up, let me ask. Hey dad? Aunt Jenna wants to know if we want to go to dinner tonight."

His reply was muffled, "Yeah. What time?"

"What time would be good for you?"

"How about, um, six?"

"Okay. Well we gotta go, love you!"

"Love you too Iz."

I hung up the phone, and we were out the door on the way to the grocery store.

Man today has been exhausting. Can I go to sleep yet?

Chapter Five

(BPOV)

We soon headed out the door to the store. Once we got there I split the list in half, handed one side to my dad and we grabbed our own carts.

"So, don't forget to get stuff for dinner tonight. We have to bring a side so, you know what you wanna make, I have to get to know this Alaric guy," Dad stated.

"I'm pretty sure he's a nice guy. If you remember Aunt Jenna does have a cop for a brother. She's not stupid."

I walked away to begin my shopping. And this is where it'd be a pain in the ass. Because I don't know where anything is. Shit.

Soon, after struggling for about twenty minutes, I was almost done and heading towards the pasta. Rounding the corner, I ran into Damon. Literally.

"Well who do we have here? Hello Angel."

"Hello Jackass", I replied, backing my cart up to go around.

"Aw, that's not nice to say." Apparently he's not just a jackass, he's oblivious, too.

"Never said I was. Whatever made you think that, is beyond me."

"What are you lookin' for, Princess? I might be able to help", add over helpful to that list.

"Nothing I can't find on my own. What do you want, Damon?"

"Oh, nothing. Just here shopping for dinner at the Gilbert house tonight."

I stopped in my tracks, causing Damon to ram the front of his cart into me, and my ankles. I hissed out my obvious discomfort, and rounded on him,

"I thought tonight was strictly for the family to...reunite and go over everything we've missed", I asked, eyes narrowed. I was not liking the way things were sounding as of now.

"Well, you sorta need Stefan and I there to help fill in everything that's happened as of late."

I ran my hand through my hair and let out a sigh.

"Well, that would've been nice to know. So, what are you guys making?"

"That's a surprise, angel." His stupid pet names get more annoying every time I hear them.

"Huh, alright well I'm almost done. Wanna help me ge pasta and tabasco so I can get the hell outta here?"

"Sure thing. Just follow me."

After we got the things I needed for my pasta we went to check out, meeting with Charlie in line.

"Hello Damon. I take it you're going to Jenna's dinner tonight?"

"Yes, sir. We're going to be filling in the, uh, minor details that you'll need to know."

"Well then, I guess I can get to know you then. According to my sister, you're Alaric's drinking buddy?"

Damon let put a small laugh before replying,"You could say that. After all the shit we go through, it's what we do when we need to talk or just let loose. You can join us anytime you want."

"I might take you up on that offer. Sounds like I'll need it."

Soon we were checked out and heading home. I began making my pasta salad when my phone started ringing. Checking caller ID, I saw an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"I'm curious to know who I'm meeting when you come up to Forks. Who's the cutie with dark hair and blue eyes?"

"Ugh, Alice. Don't even get me started on Damon Salvatore. He's cocky, arrogant, over-egotistical, stupid, jerk-off Damon."

"Put the knife down, you're gonna cut yourself if we continue with this conversation. And he sounds frustrating", her tinkling laugh echoed over the phone.

I slammed the knife down and held the phone with my shoulder turning to lean on the counter.

"He's more than extremely frustrating, he gets under my skin like no one else, and he's everywhere I turn."

"Hmm, I think you could do with a challenge, and you say his name is Damon Salvatore? Sounds familiar, but he doesn't look like anyone I know. I'll talk to Jasper about it. And by the way, ankle boots and black. Gotta go, love you!"

I hung up the phone knowing how Alice was. I finished up my side dish, and then decided to jump in the shower to start getting ready. After getting out I put my iPod on my dock, blaring Black Veil Brides new CD, Wretched and Divine. Hmm, now what to wear? Alright, lets go with some black ripped jeans and Alice already said ankle boots. So, I grabbed my boots with a silver heel and some spikes on them. The shirt I ended up choosing was a black, long sleeve with rips on the arms. It hung loose in the front and went down in the back almost to the bottom. But I decided a gray tank top would do nice underneath. Messy ponytail with my bangs teased back, and smokey eyeshadow and I was set. Walking downstairs after grabbing my iPod and phone, I heard Stefan's voice.

As I turned the corner I could see him giving my dad a silver chain necklace.

"Hey, Stefan", I said, smiling at him.

"Isabella. I was just giving your father something to prevent any vampires from trying to compel him."

"Something laced with vervain, right? How is it in the necklace?"

"You see how think the chain is and how in each link it doesn't have any openings?" After my nod he continued.

"The vervain is laced inside of it. Bonnie helped spell it so it doesn't break and that if it were, the vervain is encased in a type of barrier, preventing it from coming out or getting affected by water and such."

"Brilliant. How much can Bonnie do? I mean, I haven't really kept in touch with anyone in years. It's so hard to catch up on things you shouldn't have to catch up on... on things that you should've been here for. Honestly, it sucks."

"And understandably so. You're human, Isabella. But, you're here now and that's what counts. And I know Elena will need you from here on out. Don't worry, all will be well. That's what tonight is for anyways. For you to catch up and find out everything that's going on. Now we should probably head out before Jenna decides to come over here and stake me. And that's something I really don't want to feel", Stefan finished with wince.

Laughing, I made my way to the kitchen to grab the pasta. Grabbing my jacket and keys I made my way to my car. I threw my coat in the backseat and put the pasta on the passenger floorboard, and got everything situated. IPod plugged in I put on P!NK.

Soon I arrived to the Gilbert house, and my door was opened by the devil himself.

"Hello, Damon. Can I help you with something?"

"Just by letting me be the gentleman I am and help you inside, Princess."

"Mhmm. Sure, alright. If you want to be a gentleman take this pasta inside", I gave him the pasta and slipped out of the car.

"This isn't gentlemen work, this is peasant work."

"No you're being a gentleman by carrying it for me. Don't act like you don't enjoy being my slave."

"Oh I can be your slave. Just not the one you're thinking of, Angel."

"And that's in your dreams. Sorry sweetheart, but you're not my type", I replied, walking through the door.

"Oh but you sure are mine. Feisty, beautiful, quick-witted, and a brunette", he replied with a wink.

Rolling my eyes, I brushed off his compliment. Tonight would definitely be hard to keep my mouth shut.