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

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.

Chapter Six

(BPOV)

I walked into the living room to find Alaric, Stefan, Jer, and Dad watching something called Duck Dynasty. To be honest, from what I've heard on the t.v. it was hilarious. Deciding that I should find Elena, I headed up stairs and as I got to the top of the staircase, Elena's door was opened by Damon. I stepped to the side of the hallway in the shadows, hearing Elena's words follow him as he walked away, an angry expression on his face.

"-I swear if you don't Damon, I will have Stefan hand your ass to you on a silver platter!"

"Yeah, yeah Elena. Whatever you say, your highness", he sneered back at her. Elena approached the door, still not noticing my presence. Hands on her hips, and a serious expression that I was not used to on her face, "Dammit Damon! I'm not kidding! Stop treating everyone like a damn toy! Because she isn't! She's not a game, nowhere even close to it. When will you grow up?!"

"When will I grow up? When will I grow up?! Elena, do you even hear yourself, right now? Do you realize that you are such a fucking hypocrite? Because if I'm not mistaken, you dragged me and Stefan along until finally, finally you chose who you wanted. And now I have to suffer the consequences you deem appropriate. Get your head out of your ass, Elena, because Stefan may do whatever the hell you say, but remember who I am. I am the selfish brother. I'm the evil one, who does whatever the hell he wants. Who gets what he wants, no matter what or WHO is standing in the way. Get it through your head Elena! You. Can't. Change Me." With his final word put in, he finally pushed pass me.

His words to me as he passed, "Sorry, you had to see that gorgeous."

Elena let out a small groan in irritation at Damon's behaviour. My curiosity peaked, seeing as I've never heard Elena so pissed off before. Unless you count the day Tyler and I pranked her.

"Elena", my voice softly carrying to her room. I stepped carefully inside, shutting the door quietly. "Elena, what's wrong?"

"Nothing you need to worry about Iz. Just Damon, being Damon." I didn't believe her for one second. "I call bullshit, Elena. The only time you've ever been that mad was at me and Tyler."

"It's nothing, Isabella." At the mention of my full name, I kept quiet. I would wait for her to come to me when she was ready. I rounded the bed to stand in front of her.

"What was Damon talking about when he mentioned 'dragging him and Stefan along'?"

She sighed before telling me, "A little after Stefan and I started dating, Damon came into the picture. At first he was the biggest asshole I ever met. But then after spending some time with him, I-I started to develop feelings for him. God, I was so ashamed because I loved Stefan, deeply loved Stefan. And there I was, falling for his older brother who screamed no good. When Stefan found out, he was crushed. But Damon, Damon was so happy. So I told Stefan I needed a break, just to sort out my feelings. He said he understood, so he backed off and oh Iz, it hurt so bad." Her eyes spoke in volumes of her pain, as she told me what happened.

"We stopped talking, and we were distant. In school, he only spoke to me when he had to, and avoided me at all costs. When I tried to talk to him, he would flinch away, and what hurt the most was seeing the pain he was experiencing because of me. And Damon was enjoying it. He was taking every opportunity he could to make sure that Stefan knew I wasn't sure of my feelings. And after spending some time with Damon, I was still confused because he made me laugh. He made me feel something that I've never really felt before and I think it was the challenge he brought. He always kept me guessing but there was something missing. Something big. And I think my heart had made its decision. In the end of it all, I knew that Stefan was the one I wanted, no he was the one I needed. Stefan was the air I needed to breathe, the one that was my light in the darkness. And separation was killing us. Slowly, but it was killing us."

The way she spoke of their love was a direct stab in my heart. But I didn't let her see how much it affected me. How much it hurt to know that I'll never get that.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that Elena, but I'm happy that you've figured it out. Now come on. We have to help with dinner", I gave her a small smile, helping her up.

We walked downstairs and saw the Stefan was with the guys, and that Damon was in the kitchen with Jenna and my father. Thinking about Elena I drug her to Stefan and sat her next to him.

"Thank you Isabella. Damon's most likely still infuriated with the fight", Stefan said to me. After his statement, we heard Damon's laughter from the kitchen.

"Well he seems, pretty upset if you ask me", I muttered.

"He's just very good at hiding his emotions."

I shrugged my shoulders, and walked into the kitchen, brushing pass Damon towards the fridge.

"Hello Princess, anything I can help you with?"

"No Damon, there's nothing you can do to help. Just get out of my personal space please."

"At least you asked nicely, so I can do that for you beautiful."

For a first, since I've met his snarky ass, we worked on dinner, together, in peace. No arguing, just snarky remarks. All for the fun of it.

"Well princess, I have to say that you are not what I expected", Damon's blue eyes smoldering. A faint blush covering my face.

"And what did you expect dearest, Damon."

"Some girl that would fall at my feet, or ', and that would be daft, but my dearest lovely love, you are definitely not daft. And you seem to have a.. resistance to my charm", he replied, taking me by surprise. I looked down, not noticing how he got closer.

As I looked up, his eyes had turned bright, and he had a small smile on his face.

I leaned up to his ear and whispered, "I'm sorry to burst your bubble Damon, but what is this charm you speak of?"

He growled lightly in his chest, "Well angel, I guess it's time to turn it up a bit, because sweetheart, you are in for one hell of a ride." His lips brushed slightly against my ear and his breath fanned across my neck. I won't lie, I slightly drooled and my body relaxed, but I soon steeled myself and pushed against him.

"Let the games begin Damon. Let the games begin."

As I walked away I heard him whisper, "Yes, Princess. Let the games begin."

I turned around to look at him one last time before joining the others outside on the back porch. The sight before me brough my breath short. There he stood leaning against the counter, his black, long sleeve rolled up tp his elbows, dark wash jeans hanging dangerously, but deliciously low on his hips, his feet clad covered in black boots. His hair in his face, brushing just perfect over his ice-blue eyes, complimenting his pale complexion. He was the picture of seduction, and sin. In that moment I knew I was playing with fire. A low, dark fire. And damn it all to hell, I wanted to be burned.

Before I could do anything stupid, I made my way to the back porch to let them know that dinner was to be served.

"Alright you rowdy crowd, listen up! If you dogs want to eat, sit your sorry asses down and LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD", I declared. Laughter rang out, and everyone got seated except for Jenna. We made our way back into the kitchen to grab the sides and saw that Damon was already getting the plates and such. He returned the brush that I had gave him earlier, sending shivers down my back. Soon enough we were eating and discussing everything that we needed catching up on.

Finally I was at home, freshly showered and lying down in bed. My mind was on a rampage of the events that happened today. It started off hating Damon, but now we were in some sort of mutual... friendship? God, I have no idea what to call it. But whatever it was, it made something in me come alive. Now I know that this move was a good idea. I could feel it in my veins that this, this was the best decision I had ever made. And I can't wait to see how it will all play out. Just like I can't wait to see how the return to Forks will turn out. I mean, with all of the crew going, I couldn't wait.

Tap. Tap.

I sat up in my bed.

Tap. Tap.

I walked to my window, looking to see a crow tapping on my window. I opened it and the crow hopped in.

"Well, I wonder how Charlie will feel about letting my have a pet. Nah. What's up pretty bird? Need somewhere to stay for the night?"

The bird squawked at me and then leapt to the middle of my room, and soon bursted into a slight gray haze and some feathers. In place of the crow, now stood a slightly disheveled Damon Salvatore. A wind blown, very ruffled Damon who was breathing slightly hard. Man I have to stop using the word slightly.

"Would you like to explain, what the hell just happened? And why you're here in the first place?"

"I'll explain the crow thing some other time, but as to why I'm here I wanted to give you the grand tour of the town."

"Really? At", glancing at the clock, "12:24 in the morning? Damon, I want to sleep. Not go around town when it's cold, and dark, and I'm half-fucking-asleep."

"Come on angel. It'll be fun, and I promise you won't get cold."

"No Damon, I'm going to bed. Be free to show yourself out."

I laid down in bed and rolled over to ignore him. Next thing I know I'm being dragged out of bed and held up by the devil.

"Damon, what the fuck are yo-"

Before I could finish my sentence, he'd jumped out the window, making my stomach fly to my throat.

As we softly landed, my arms surrounding Damon's neck pretty much suffocating him, I heard his dark chuckle.

"D-Dammit Damon. It's f-freezing out here and I don't h-have a jacket, or s-shoes", I whined in his ear.

"Don't worry princess, I grabbed some boots out of your closet."

"And what about a j-jacket?"

He ut me down softly on the concrete handing me my boots. I put them on and as I stood up straight something was draped across my shoulders. Something warm and it smelt like Damon. Then I realized it was Damon's jacket.

I moaned at the heat chasing away the cold in my body, "Won't you get cold?"

"No, I'll be fine."

With the reassurance that Damon would be fine, we began our tour of Mystic Falls.

Mystic Falls was gorgeous at night. The way the moonlight shined on everything and when we approached the end of our tour I was relaxed and completely at ease. Damon's arm was around my shoulder and we were laughing at the stoners we had passed currently.

"Thanks Damon. I appreciate it, I really do."

"It was no problem Princess. As long as you had fun. You did have fun, right?"

"Of course I did! But now I think it's time for bed", a yawn making my statement that much more obvious.

"Yes, I think bed is probably the best thing."

We approached my house and he picked me up and jumped. Just a slight breeze and a light landing and I was in my room. I relaxed and brought my arms down from around his neck. Looking up into his eyes for the millionth time that night, I was once again taken away.

"Isabella", he breathed my name.

I stepped back.

"Yes, Damon?"

"I want to wish you goodnight, my dearest lovely love."

I reached to give him back his jacket. His hands stopped me, brushing down my arms.

"Keep it. I'll see you tomorrow, princess." He leaned forward, brushing his lis as lightly as possible against my cheeks.

"Goodnight, Damon", and as the last words were whispered, the small breeze signaled his leaving. I opened my eyes to see a man shrouded in darkness walking away turn mid step. And he tipped his head forward in farewell, but his eyes, his bright blue eyes told a different story. And with his small smirk on his pale, thin lips said that this, this was just the beginning.

Before sleep could take over my senses, my last thought was, round one Damon Salvatore. The man who is slowly changing my experience in Mystic Falls. The man that makes me feel alive and challenges me at every turn. The man, that was breathtakingly beautiful.

A/N: All this was done within the time amount of three hours. I'm tired and it's now 9:40 US Pacific time. I hope you all love it:)