A/N: Sorry for leaving unexpectedly I didn't intend to. School is insane and stressful.

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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

Stefan, she's crossed the fucking line. Whatever comes out, comes out.

"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." I was tired of her playing fucking dictator. Like she ruled my decisions.

I passed Isabella and whispered to her, "Sorry, you had to see that gorgeous."

Chapter Sixteen

(DamonPOV)

I was in the kitchen when the two brunettes walked down, heading to the living room. I heard Isabella talking to Stefan about the argument.

"Damon, you have to give me that family recipe", Jenna pouted. I winked at her before responding.

"Over my dead body Jenna." I hope she caught on to my statement.

"Oh, so that means that I can get it now?" I let out a laugh at her wit.

"After dinner, as long as you let Ric come out with me some night this week", I asked her. I gave her the best smile I could come up with at the time.

"As long as I get that recipe and whatever other ones you're willing to give me, he can go do whatever he pleases", she laughed.

After some more joking, Isabella finally walked in, brushing past me lightly. She went to the fridge bending over, giving me a view of her gorgeous backside.

"Hello Princess, anything I can help you with", I asked, walking right behind her.

"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."

After that we threw sarcastic remarks back and forth at each other. It got quiet before I spoke again.

"Well princess, I have to say that you are not what I expected", I told her, looking into her eyes. A slight brush ran down her face and chest. Hmm, I wonder.

"And what did you expect dearest, Damon", she asked me quietly.

"Some girl that would fall at my feet, or even Stefan's for that matter, and someone that would be daft, by my dearest lovely love," I said my voice low, stepping closer to her, "you are definitely not daft. And you seem to have a... resistance to my charm."

She looked down before looking back up and meeting my gaze. I smiled at her faintly, before she reached on her toes and whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry to burst your bubble Damon, but what is this charm you speak of?"

I growled at her statement before bringing my head down slightly. "Well angel, I guess it's time to turn it up a bit, because sweetheart, you are in for one hell of a ride."

I brushed my lips against her ear while speaking, and let my breath wash across her neck. If she wanted to play, by all means let's play. I could feel her body slightly relax against mine before she pushed away from me.

"Let the games begin Damon. Let the games begin", she said. Her voice low and seductive. As she turned I gave her my reply.

"Yes, Princess. Let the games begin." She rounded before exiting the kitchen. She looked at me and when she met my eyes I gave her the best look I could muster. When she came back in, I walked by as she was getting the dishes. Then we continued with dinner.

I was laying on my bed, doing my best to read. But it was becoming more difficult each moment that I had to listen to my brother and Elena upstairs.

Could you at least have to common decency to warn me? It's not my dream to hear you and your girlfriend fucking almost every other night.

I sighed before, finally giving up on my book. I shrugged on my jacket before stepping out of the French doors leading to my balcony. I breathed in the cool air, before jumping onto the ledge. I looked to the clear sky before letting myself fall forward, letting gravity do its job, pulling me closer to the gravel covered ground and at last minute shifting. I flapped my wings and flew around town, looking for any threats. The next thing I knew, was that I was flying towards Isabella's house. I don't know what made my fly to her direction but I knew that I wasn't going to regret it.

I soon landed on a branch next to her window, just to see her laying down, her dark hair fanned out on the pillow. Her face was clear of any makeup, hands raised above her head playing with her hair. Her dark eyes seemed to be million miles away with her thoughts. Her plump lips were lifted into a small smile, allowing me to notice her top lip was slightly bigger than her bottom one, making me want to bite her bottom lip. With a sailor mouth like hers, I bet it was the best way to shut her up. She was one gorgeous creature, no doubt about that. I looked to her neck, small and smooth. The skin there was begging to be bruised and marked. And, soon I would be the one to mark that slim, smooth skin as mine.

She was wearing a black long sleeve with a scoop neckline, showing the top of her breasts that were encased in a bright green sports bra. My gaze traveled down her body, noting that the tight shirt showed her curves. She wasn't skinny from what I could see, and not chubby either. She looked healthy, like she actually had some meat on her bones. Continuing down my advance down her figure, I saw gray tight flannel pants, showing the shape of her thighs, full and something to grab a hold of. Her legs, for someone short, seemed to look long.

And then it struck me, she hasn't had a proper look at Mystic Falls. Maybe as a child but when was the last time she was here to actually enjoy herself? I flew upwards, looking at the sky and the town. It was a clear night with an almost full moon, thankfully. There was a slight breeze but nothing that was too harsh without a jacket. I dropped to the branch I was previously residing on before pecking on her window. Once, twice in quick succession. She sat up abruptly. I tapped again. She threw her legs over the side of her bed before making her way towards the window, looking directly at me. I waited patiently for her to open her window and when she did, I hopped in.

In a low tone she spoke, "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?"

I laughed at her, coming out as a squack and then jumped to the middle of her room, next to her bed. Using my Power to transform back into my original form, a fog and few feathers were pulled near my form, blocking Isabella's sight of me for a few mere seconds. My breathing was a little harsh from my transformation. I'd need to feed from a fresh source soon. Once the air was clear and the feathers had settled, Isabella looked at me in shock. Her brown eyes wide with surprise, mouth slightly open. She licked her lips before speaking.

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

Her voice was a higher octave than I was used to hear making me smile for a second before replying.

"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", she looked at her 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."

At laughed at her use of language. How Elena and Isabella were related was beyond me. Elena only ever cursed when she was angry, but Isabella used it all the time. Some may see it as vulgar and disgusting, but this was more my type of generation. One that I could definitely fit in and enjoy. With a woman like Isabella being so bold and crude, it actually turned me on. I saw it as a question to my authority, something that rarely happens with women.

"Come on angel. It'll be fun, and I promise you won't get cold." I pulled out my half smile, trying to use it to my advantage. But I should've known it wouldn't work on her. Not after being with a cold one.

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

She went back to her bed, threw back the sheets and got in. I watched in amusement at her actions of trying to ignore me, thinking that rolling over would stop me from getting what I want. And at the moment, I wanted her to spend the night with me going around town. A plan had formed in my head. I stalked quietly to her bed, seeing her delicate foot sticking out in my direction. I went to her closet and grabbed some warm boots before trekking back to my former spot. With the speed of a panther I grabbed her foot and pulled, making her towards me faster than she could register. I pulled her against my body, steadying her in my grasp.

"Damon, what the fuck are yo-"

I effectively cut her off my jumping through her window. She let out a small gasp, wrapping her arms as tight as possible as she could around my neck, her head in my chest,. I looked down at her, seeing her eyes closed tight and I laughed deep in my chest at her antics.

She let out a shiver before saying, "D-Dammit Damon. It's f-freezing out here and I don't h-have a jacket, or s-shoes."

"Don't worry princess, I grabbed some boots out of your closet." As I put her down on the dry concrete, putting her shoes in front of her, she asked, "And what about a j-jacket?"

While she put on her shoes, I pulled my jacket off and put it around her shoulders. She moaned softly and wrapped the jacket around herself tightly. My chest swelled at the sight of her in my jacket. I wonder what would happen if I saw her in my shirt and nothing else, by my side with just the two of us. No. Not these thoughts right now.

"Won't you get cold?"

The worry in her voice was comforting. Slightly amusing at the least. "No, I'll be fine."

Once I convinced her that I wouldn't be cold and that she needed to be warm moreso than I, I led her on my personal tour.

Isabella soon relaxed and was enjoying herself. We had passed a bunch of stoner kids, ones that looked oddly like the ones little Gilbert used to hang out with. Isabella and I were joking around afterwards. Once we reached the front of her house she turned to me, eyes sparkling, lips turned up even if just a little.

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

I smiled back. Happy that for once, someone enjoyed my company.

"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 escaped her mouth, making it that obvious the night was over for her.

I looked at her small form before nodding my agreement. "Yes, I think bed is probably the best thing."

Once we were close enough to her house, I picked her up bridal style and jumped through her open window. My landing was light, almost soundless. I felt Isabella relax in my grip, her arms drawing away from my neck slowly. I looked down at the small female, her dark eyes meeting mine. Her breath caught in her throat, her heartbeat picking up. Her scent consumed my thoughts. I was sweet and bitter, like dark chocolate.

"Isabella." Her name escaped my lips before I had even had the time to stop it. She seemed to have regained herself, stepping back from me. Almost as if distance would clear her head.

"Yes, Damon?"

I wanted to take my hand and hold her face. "I want to wish you goodnight, my dearest lovely love."

I saw her reach up to take off my jacket, but for now I wanted her to keep it. A reminder of this night. I stepped towards her and grabbed her hands, not allowing her to take it off.

"Keep it. I'll see you tomorrow, princess," I told her, leaning forward. I cupped her neck lightly, and brushed my lips against her cheek, almost not touching her.

"Goodnight, Damon", she said, eyes closed. After she had spoken I had sped out of her room before she could open her eyes. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked away. Stopping, I looked back at her. She was standing there in my jacket, her hair framing her beautiful face. I tipped my head towards her my southern gentlemen making his way forward. I smirked at her and looked at her with a gaze that spoke a million words. All I felt was that this was a new start to something new.

Instead of flying back home, I decided to walk the entire way. I enjoyed the quiet sound of the forest to my right, almost hearing nothing.

Hello Brother. What may I do for you this fine evening?

"You smell like Isabella."

Yes, but what has that to do with what you want, Stefan?

"Oh nothing really. Just hoping you know what you're doing."

Your lack of faith insults me so, brother.

"I'm not going to lecture you like Elena. But I just don't want her to get hurt. She seems like a decent girl. And Elena cares for her deeply. But like I said. I pray you know what you're doing."

I stopped walking and turned towards Stefan to find him sitting in a tree to my left. I continued to stare at my little brother. His eyes so like fathers, but facial features the same as mothers. His nose and eye shape. Even his lips. But he inherited the sharpness to these features from our father. His hair was like mothers though. Brown and wavy. In all honesty, he was the only reminder I had left of out mother. The only thing I had inherited from her was my eyes. Other than that I looked like a spitting image of a younger version of our father. The man I despise the most. But Stefan, Stefan had gotten lucky...

Honestly little brother... I have no clue what I'm doing.

The next day I had woken up around 7:30. Today Ric and I had to start training Charlie. I smirked a bit at doing some hand to hand combat with Ric before Charlie arrived.

I had jumped in the shower, taking a quick shower. Once I was done I threw on black jeans, a black wife beater, and my boots. I grabbed my sunglasses and cigarettes before heading down to the basement, grabbing a small cooler full of bloodbags and putting a bottle of scotch inside as well. If I was going to be stabbed repeatedly, I would need to replenish whatever blood I lost. After this, I'm definitely going to the college. Even if I can't get some ass.

I ran out back to our training site and set up all of our things. Ric was already there, setting up all the weapons that Charlie would need to learn to use.

"Charlie should be here soon. Liz is going to show him the way here and go over what he should expect," Ric said, smirking at me.

"How do you like your soon to be brother-in-law?"

"Charlie is a cool guy. It's Jenna's only family other than the kids, and he seems to be trustworthy. He's quiet but sees everything. While Isabella may take up all the limelight, he likes to sit back and watch what's going on around him. So I guess you could say I like him."

I nodded before picking up the sound of Liz calling out to me.

"They're at the cellar."

"Well, let's get this started."

Charlie and Ric had been going at it with hand to hand combat in the beginning, trying to see what needed to be worked on. Then the real fun started. Ric and I had gone against each other, showing exactly what the final outcome would look like. Charlie was beginning to get the hang out it and was actually doing pretty well. Soon I could finally lose myself to instinct in order to give him a challenge. After being slammed against a tree and staked in my right shoulder, I heard footsteps coming our way, thinking it a threat. I speed to the noise, holding the person to a tree, pinning them with my body.

My victim gasped, a feminine sound and bent my head to the juncture that combined their neck and shoulder. I sniffed, pulling in the dark chocolate scent before acknowledging that is wasn't a threat but Isabella. My grip on her neck loosened as I realized it was her and I finally felt just how close my body was pressed to hers. I could feel her curves and her scent was stuck in my lungs. All I could feel or breathe was Isabella. I could feel her chest move against mine as she tried to calm her breathing. Every time she exhaled, I felt her warm, sweet breath his my face. I dragged my nose from her neck all the way to her ear before speaking. Everything about her consumed me.

"Oh, Angel."

I heard her breathe out my name. It sounded so wonderful falling from her lips. I could feel her heartbeat. It was beating fast. At first I thought it was because of fear, but then she released pheromones, making her scent musky.

"You are so lucky, so lucky," I breathed against her neck. I could've killed her.

"Damon, can you please let me go", she asked.

I let out a growl at the thought of releasing her. My inner beast wanted her. He was screaming to take her, to claim her as ours. It was something I had never felt before. Never experienced in my lifetime. I finally gained a sense of my humanity.

"Just let me calm down for a bit," I panted. She nodded.

My head dropped to her shoulder, and it was getting harder to control myself. I wanted to ravage her. Wanted her scent to mix with mine, letting any supernatural creature know she was mine. As these thoughts ran right through my head, I was frightened. My breathing grew harsh at my current thoughts. With my internal struggle, my growling didn't stop and I was overwhelmed with the need to touch her. More of her. My hand moved from her throat, feeling every curve that I had sen last night. I brushed past her breast and her ribs, feeling every one of them. I lightly grasped her hip before wrapping my arm around her waits. I so desperately wanted to pull her closer, if that were even possible, and grind into her. Hard. I lifted my head my struggle finally waning and looked at Isabella, I searched for any signs of fear or that I might have hurt her. She leaned her head against the tree to look into my eyes. I discovered nothing other than what looked to be lust in her eyes. Her stare evoked my monster even more. Finally I pushed him down.

"What are you doing here?" My voice came out rather rough and husky.

"I came here to watch. I had nothing to do," She said. She let loose a breath which enveloped me in her scent even more. This woman was trying to kill me. "Liz said it was okay, so I came as soon as I finished registering at school and I met up with Tyler. He's back at the car getting our drinks."

"Did Liz tell you to do anything before you got here?" I swear if Liz didn't I'm going to strangle her.

"She did. But I-I can't remember.".

"Dammit Isabella!" I cursed. She moaned, eyes closing. I heard her breath catch. I leaned forward and rested my head against hers. My eyes slipped close as I fought for control over my actions. I pulled her closer and finally let her go. She sagged against the tree as I walked away. I heard footsteps again but smelt wet dog coming from the direction Isabella came.

"Damon", Alaric called. I looked towards him and raised an eyebrow.

"What," I snapped.

"He just needs to get adjusted to vampire speed and learn the weakness'."

I turned back to the situation at hand, facing Charlie. A smirk back on my face.

"Alright. Are you ready, Charlie?"

"Give me your best shot, Salvatore."

I prepared myself and got back to my job. But the feel and smell of Isabella remained on my mind.

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