I don't know what to call this, but it's a spinoff of my "The Past Returns." Between everything going on & writer's block, this is what I've got.
Instead of Esme and Carlisle finding Halley, nearly starved of blood, Edward finds one of her descendants. He & Bella officially broke up several years before & she started dating Jacob.
Edward meets Halley's descendant & gets to know her & starts falling in love—again. However, unlike Bella, this girl is different—in many, many ways. No, she's not a vampire—yet. But she is different. Why is it so easy for Edward to want to end her life & turn her when he couldn't do it to Bella?
I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS! I ONLY CLAIM THE STORY & CHARACTERS I CREATE! TWILIGHT, ITS SEQUELS & ANYTHING ELSE HAVING TO DO WITH TWILIHGT IS OWNED BY STEPHENIE MEYER.
Characters:
· Edward x Nevaeh
· Carlisle x Esme
· Jasper x Alice
· Emmet x Rosalie
· Bella x Jacob
· Aro
· Caius
· Marcus
· Jane
· Alec
· The Volturi
Edward was sitting in a tree when Carlisle came to talk to him.
"How are you doing up there?" Carlisle questioned, looking up.
"Fine." Edward answered.
"Esme is worried about you. She would like to know if you want to move out of Forks—all of us." Carlisle calmly spoke.
"No, it's fine. Where would we go that we haven't been in the past however many years? I'll be fine." Edward answered, looking toward the sky.
"You should've just changed her and given her what she wanted; she could've seen how we truly live." Rosalie spoke, annoyed.
"How is Bella anyway?" Carlisle inquired, curious.
"Ask Alice; she still hangs out with her from time to time. All I know is that she and Jacob are a thing now. And as for changing her: it's best this way—with her not like us." Edward spoke.
"Come on, Edward; it's time for school." Alice happily sang, walking out with Jasper and Emmet.
"Oh, Edward…" Esme started, unsure.
"I'm fine, Mom—or I will be." Edward assured Esme with a small smile, giving her hope.
"Where are you off to so early in the morning?" Rosalie inquired, watching Carlisle and Esme get in their car.
"I have an early shift at the hospital with clinic duty with a new patient; Charlie recommended her. Actually, he begged me to see this girl; he seems to think there's something going on." Carlisle answered for himself before looking to Esme.
"And I have a client who wants me to look at a house they want fixed up." Esme answered with a smile.
Fifteen Minutes Later:
"Nevaeh Moon?" A nurse called from the far door.
A young girl, fifteen or sixteen with green eyes and auburn hair with honey-blonde highlights slowly walked over with a man with brown hair and green eyes.
"You must be Dad?" The nurse asked, looking at the man.
"Yes; I'm Creed Moon." The man answered, shaking the nurse's hand.
"And who is your friend, there?" The nurse asked, noticing Nevaeh holding a fat, orange cat with brown stripes.
"This is Bubby; he's my support/service cat. My great grandmother gave him to me. I have two more kittens at home: Stormy and Mr. Shadow. But I was only allowed to bring one of them." Nevaeh answered with a soft smile.
"Bubby is for emotional support more than anything because Nevaeh has severe anxiety: both basic and social. And her social anxiety is far worse than her basic. There are other personal issues as well." Creed explained, watching the nurse.
"Well, let's get your height and weight." The nurse instructed, leading the way down the hall.
Ten Minutes Later:
"Well, that's it for me: Dr. Cullen will be in shortly." The nurse informed Nevaeh and Creed.
"I don't like her." Nevaeh spoke once she was sure the nurse walked away.
"What's wrong with her?" Creed asked, curious.
"She was very rude. And she wouldn't stop flirting with you. And I think she hates cats." Nevaeh answered. Creed just stared at her, stunned.
Knock. Knock.
"Come in." Nevaeh softly spoke, holding Bubby close.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen. You must be Nevaeh Moon. And you must be her older brother?" Creed greeted before asking the two.
"No, I'm her father, Creed. I was only seventeen when she was born." Creed answered.
"But I do have an older brother because of Daddy. His name is Cassius, and he was born when Daddy was only fourteen." Nevaeh randomly spoke up.
"Haha. Nevaeh must trust you; she doesn't just blab things to other people—let alone even talk to other people." Creed spoke, stunned.
"Well, that's good. I wouldn't be a very good doctor if my patients didn't trust me. However, that tick there: it could very well be anxiety. But to me it seems like something else." Carlisle replied before freely speaking.
"No, it's not. I didn't mention everything to your nurse, but Nevaeh has many issues. She has basic anxiety, severe social anxiety, ADD, Tourette's Syndrome, mild depression, and while she doesn't have autism, she does have autistic tendencies." Creed explained, sighing, watching Nevaeh.
"And I fall over a lot." Nevaeh added, bouncing around in her chair.
"Oh, yeah—and there's that. So far, no doctor has been able to tell us why she falls over for no apparent reason." Creed added.
"That's why Daddy doesn't want me going to regular school. But I do; I want to try." Nevaeh blurted out again.
"She's been homeschooled since the Second Grade. Kids used to pick on and bully her. It just got to be too much for her. It also became too much for her mother and me. And after we're done here, she's going to try regular high school; she gets a week and then I'll decide if she can stay or if she goes back to home schooling." Creed explained.
"Are you still with her mother?" Carlisle inquired, watching Creed and Nevaeh.
"No. I'm single; it's just Cassius, Nevaeh, and me. Cassius is my oldest; he should be moving out on his own soon. But I don't see that happening anytime soon." Creed replied and then flinched when they heard crashing outside the room.
"Where the hell is she?! I know she's here!" A male furiously yelled.
"Sir, you need to calm down." A nurse or receptionist calmly spoke.
"Cassius is angry." Nevaeh muttered, rocking back and forth with Bubby around her shoulders.
"Cassius? What is he doing here? I'll be right back." Creed questioned, standing up. This was the first time he was concerned about Cassius with how Nevaeh reacted.
"Cassius, what are you doing here?" Creed questioned, stepping out of the room.
"Is she in there?" Cassius demanded.
"Is who is in where?" Creed answered with a question, narrowing his eyes.
"You know damn well who! Nevaeh!" Cassius yelled, making Nevaeh flinch.
"Does your brother hurt you?" Carlisle questioned Nevaeh, already knowing the answer. He could tell just by watching Nevaeh's body language.
"N-not i-i-intentionally. H-he j-just g-gets a little r-rough s-s-s-sometimes. Uh-uh-I j-just d-don't like the i-i-in-bed games." Nevaeh stuttered.
"The in bed games?" Carlisle questioned, shocked.
"What about Nevaeh? She's at an appointment." Creed firmly told Cassius.
"She's mine!" Cassius yelled.
"Yours?" Creed asked, horrified, understanding what was going on.
"Yes, mine! I'm going to fuck her and take her virginity! She's mine!" Cassius yelled, shocking Creed even further.
"She's your sister." Creed spoke, stunned.
"I don't care! Besides, she's only my half-sister; we have different mothers!" Cassius yelled, inching forward.
"That doesn't matter; she's still your sister. You can't do that kind of stuff with her." Creed retorted, trying to get Cassius to understand.
"Too late for that. I've already played with her and fucked her ass. She's still a virgin, but that's all going to change soon. You just need to get out of my way!" Cassius yelled, charging Creed with a scalpel.
Before he was an inch away, Officer Swan shot Cassius in the shoulder. At the same time, a different officer shot him in the back of the knee.
"Dad! Don't let them take me away! Dad, please!" Cassius yelled, begging Creed to help him as the officer placed him in handcuffs and a wheelchair.
"Sir, I'm going to need you to come down to the station to give a statement." Charlie calmly spoke to a shocked Creed.
"Right. But Nevaeh needs to finish with her appointment. Then I have to take her to school." Creed replied at a loss for words.
"Of course. Oh, your daughter just moved in with you, didn't she?" Charlie questioned.
"Not exactly, no. She's been under my care for about six months now; we just moved back here because my personal family emergency unemployment ended." Creed explained.
"Oh, of course." Charlie replied.
"Are you going to need to speak with her as well?" Creed inquired.
"Uh… Not at this moment, no. I know where you live: if I need to speak with her, I'll stop by later." Charlie answered.
"Ok." And with that, they went their separate ways.
"Nevaeh?" Creed questioned, concerned.
Nevaeh was sleeping on the medical table with Bubby in her arms.
"She passed out a few minutes ago. But she'll be just fine in a little bit." Carlisle insisted as Creed sat in a chair.
"Why didn't she say anything? Why didn't I see any of that happening? I can't believe I didn't see that." Creed muttered to himself.
"Don't beat yourself up. And don't become angry with Nevaeh. Unfortunately it happens more than you'd want to believe. And it's not uncommon for a parent not to notice—especially when it's siblings. Or maybe you did notice but didn't want to believe it. As for Nevaeh: it's more than common for the victims to not say anything. The predator usually tells their victim that it's a secret, or they threaten them. Along with all that, Nevaeh doesn't seem to understand that what he was doing to her was a bad thing. She said that he never intentionally hurt her, but he did hurt her. She mentioned that she didn't like the "In Bed" game. But that's all I got out of her. Your son manipulated her into believing that he wasn't hurting her. Listen—my wife isn't a doctor or anything, but she is a good listener. I don't know if you want Nevaeh in therapy, but if you want her to talk to someone, my wife is always available once or twice a week. But that's up to you." Carlisle insisted before explaining.
"It's something I'd have to discuss with Nevaeh; she doesn't usually like people she doesn't know." Creed replied.
"Of course. Well, aside from her nervous ticks, Nevaeh seems very healthy. I just need the pharmacy you prefer, so I can refill her medications and have them sent there." Carlisle replied, watching Creed.
"Oh. Can you just send the medication for her social anxiety; I can't afford the rest of them. She was on her mother's insurance until she passed away eight months ago. I currently do not have any insurance. I'm working on it, but I'm not having much luck." Creed requested.
"Sure." Carlisle replied.
"Daddy?" Nevaeh groggily questioned, slowly sitting up.
"Are you ready to head out?" Creed asked, watching her.
"Yeah. To school?" Nevaeh questioned, rubbing her eyes.
"I suppose. Thank you for everything." Creed sighed before thanking Carlisle.
"Thank you, Dr. Carlisle." Nevaeh thanked Carlisle.
"You're very welcome. I hope you have a good day at school." Carlisle replied with a smile before Creed and Nevaeh left.
Ten Minutes Later:
"Hello, how may I help you?" A school receptionist greeted Creed and Nevaeh when they walked in.
"Hi, I'm Creed Moon, and this is my daughter, Nevaeh. I called a few weeks ago; she's doing a trial week to see how she does. Sorry. She's been homeschooled since she was eight." Creed greeted the receptionist.
"Oh, yes. She's late though." The receptionist replied.
"Right. This is her doctor's note." Creed handed the receptionist a note from Carlisle, making sure Nevaeh wasn't penalized for being late.
"Ok. Well, just have a seat and I'll call in her student guide, so she doesn't get lost. You can come pick her up around three-fifteen. Oh, and I'm sorry, but the cat can't stay." The receptionist instructed.
"But I thought Bubby was allowed to stay with me." Nevaeh responded, holding Bubby close.
"I was under the impression she was allowed to keep Bubby because he's a service animal." Creed replied.
"Yes, we do allow service animals—so long as they have their vest or something indicating they're a service animal. I'm sorry, but until the cat has something like that, it can't be here." The receptionist explained.
"Ok. I have to take Bubby home. You're gonna have to go the day without him. I'll find his vest or collar, and you'll have him the rest of the week." Creed calmly told Nevaeh, going to take Bubby from her.
"But…" Nevaeh replied, upset.
"I'm sorry, but if you want this; he has to come home. You'll be just fine. Instead of eight hours, you'll only be here six. Ok?" Creed calmly spoke to Nevaeh.
"Ok." Nevaeh finally gave in as Bella walked in.
"Ah, Ms. Swan: perfect timing. Nevaeh, this is Isabella Swan; she will be your guide this week, so that next year, you can decide if you want to continue or not. You will stick with her the entire week—except for Physical Education due to health issues. Does that sound correct?" The receptionist introduced Nevaeh to Bella before questioning.
"Yes, that's correct." Creed replied.
"Isabella, this is Nevaeh Moon. Just keep an eye on her. Make sure you give these to your teachers, so they know what's going on. You may be excused." The receptionist excused everyone before looking at her computer.
"Ok, I'll be back in a few hours. Have fun. And if you become uncomfortable, call and I'll come get you." Creed insisted, hugging Nevaeh.
"You'll bring Bubby?" Nevaeh questioned.
"Yes, I'll bring Bubby with." Creed promised.
"Can we visit Nana tonight?" Nevaeh questioned.
"We'll see how the day goes." Creed replied before heading out.
"Have fun girls." The receptionist insisted, indicating they should be getting to class.
"Nevaeh, was it?" Bella questioned as she and Nevaeh started heading to class.
"Yes. And you're Isabella? Back where I used to live with my mom, I knew a girl named Isabella; she hated her name. She preferred to be called "Izzy." Do you prefer to be called your name or something else?" Nevaeh replied, staying close to Bella.
"Bella. You're probably the first person to ever ask me what I preferred to be called—before knowing. People here asked to make sure after hearing others. So, I have to ask because it's very unusual for you to need a guide for a full week. Was it like that back at your old school?" Bella replied, stunned, before asking.
"I haven't been to a real school since I was seven. I went to Kindergarten and First Grade all the way through, but I was only in the Second Grade for two and a half months. I got very sick and missed a month and a half of school. And I didn't know why, but the other kids started being very mean to me. I don't remember much, but Mom and Daddy said it got so bad, they had to pull me out. I've been homeschooled ever since. The only thing that I do remember is that the other kids and even some of the teachers told me I should kill myself—to take a rope and hang myself. Or get Daddy's gun and shoot myself. Oh, but can't tell Daddy about that; he doesn't know. I never told him or Mom; I didn't want them to be even angrier than they already were—especially Daddy. He used to drink a lot and get angry a lot. He never got angry with me, but with everyone else, he did. He doesn't drink like that anymore, and he no longer has a gun." Nevaeh explained.
"Oh. You said you didn't know why they bullied you. Did you ever figure out why?" Bella inquired.
"I was sick a lot, and even though Mom and Daddy told everyone otherwise, kids and their parents were afraid they'd get sick as well. But now, I only have bad asthma attacks—or very bad pneumonia. And I'm different because I have a lot of other issues." Nevaeh sadly answered.
"Did you have any friends back home?" Bella questioned.
"Just Bubby, Stormy, and Mr. Shadow." Nevaeh answered.
"Cats?" Bella asked.
"Yes. Bubby is my oldest cat; he's from Nana. Stormy and Mr. Shadow are still kittens." Nevaeh answered with a small smile.
"Was that Bubby your dad had?" Bella inquired.
"Yes. He was suppose to be able to stay with me, but the lady said because he didn't have his special vest or collar, he couldn't stay." Nevaeh mumbled.
"Oh. He's a service or support cat for you." Bella put the pieces together.
"Yes. Well, they all are. I can switch between them if I want. Normally, it's Bubby because he can tell better if I'm going to have some kind of attack." Nevaeh explained.
"Well, if you want, I'll be your friend. I don't like to do large events all that much, but we can hang out or something." Bella offered, shocking Nevaeh.
"Really? Me?" Nevaeh questioned, too stunned to say anything.
"Yeah. I don't know what your issues are, but I honestly don't care; they don't make you who you are. Only you can make you, you." Bella replied, not expecting Nevaeh to start crying and hug her. But that's what happened.
Two Classes Later:
Lunch:
"Yo, Bella. Who's your friend?" Mike greeted them as they all sat at their table.
"Yes, who is she? Is she new?" Jessica questioned, watching Nevaeh.
"Nevaeh, these are my other friends, Jessica, Angela, Mike, and Eric. Guys, this is my new friend, Nevaeh; she's here for a week to see if she wants to go to school here." Bella introduced Nevaeh to her friends.
"Oh, the homeschooled girl. It's awesome to meet you." Mike replied, sitting next to Nevaeh right away.
"Don't mind him; he's like a lost puppy. If Bella's not around for whatever reason, I can be your guide." Eric offered, sitting across from Nevaeh.
"Don't mind either of them; they're harmless." Angela insisted, sitting next to Eric.
"I see you're the shiny new toy." Jessica noted, sitting next to Mike—as close as she could.
"Here come the Cullens!" Some random girl excitedly yelled as Rosalie, Emmet, Alice, Jasper, and Edward walked past the cafeteria windows.
"The popular group? Oh. Are they related to Dr. Carlisle Cullen? I saw him earlier this morning." Nevaeh softly questioned.
"Kind of. They're kind of loners; they keep to themselves. So far, Bella has been the only one to get close to them. Dr. Cullen and his wife adopted them. And they're all together, as in they're dating. Rosalie and Emmet are dating, and Jasper and Alice are dating. Bella here, used to date Edward, but they broke up. And now, she's dating some guy named Jacob." Jessica explained in a jealous whisper.
"Edward? Do you know if his last name used to be Masen?" Nevaeh questioned, a little dazed.
"How could you know that?" Bella questioned, stunned.
"Nana used to be friends with an Edward Masen Jr. when she was younger. He looks a like him—from pictures I've seen." Nevaeh answered before her breath hitched.
"Nevaeh, are you ok?" Bella questioned, concerned.
"MmmHmm." Nevaeh hummed, nodding her head. However, the moment she stood up, she fell to her knees, struggling to breathe.
"What's going on?" Jessica and Mike asked, standing up.
"She's having an asthma attack. She needs to be taken to the nurse's office." Angela declared, watching Nevaeh.
"Doesn't she have an inhaler?" Jessica questioned.
"It wouldn't matter right now; she needs a nurse!" Angela yelled.
"I'll take her." Mike insisted, going to lift Nevaeh into his arms.
"Where are you going?" Jessica questioned Bella.
"I'm her guide for the week; I'm supposed to stick with her." Bella answered, taking off.
The End of the School Day:
"Hey." Edward walked over to Bella with Alice, Jasper, and Emmet; Rosalie stayed at the car.
"Where's your truck?" Emmet questioned.
"At home. Jacob's coming to get me. What do you need?" Bella answered before asking Edward.
"Earlier, at lunch: what was that all about? Who was that girl?" Edward interrogated, staring at Bella.
"Is she ok?" Alice asked, concerned.
"Hey! Stay away from her!" Jacob exclaimed, riding up on his motorcycle.
"Jake, stop; it's fine. We talked about this: they're still my friends." Bella firmly told Jacob, putting her hand up.
"Who was that girl? Did you get an answer yet?" Rosalie demanded, annoyed, walking over to everyone.
"What girl?" Jacob questioned, curious.
"Nevaeh. She just moved to Forks with her dad. She doesn't talk about her mom much. And I don't know what she has other than asthma and anxiety, but I know she has other issues: health, physical, and I think mentally. She's been homeschooled most of her life but wants to come to regular school; she's doing a trial week, and I'm her guide. I'm supposed to keep an eye on her except for physical education because she's not allowed to participate in it. At lunch we were talking with Jessica, Angela, Mike, and Eric and she had a major asthma attack. She's ok now; she settled down and her dad came and got her." Bella answered everyone's questions.
"Is there a lot of dust or whatever in that cafeteria of yours?" Jacob questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"No." Bella answered.
"I wonder what caused it." Jasper wondered out loud.
"Edward, I think." Bella spoke.
"What did I do?" Edward demanded.
"Nothing. Sorry. Not you per se. Some girl yelled that you guys were coming to the café and she asked if you were popular and if you were related to Carlisle. I guess she had some appointment with him this morning before school. Jessica basically said you were loners who kept to yourselves, and that you were adopted. Nevaeh asked if your last name was ever "Masen." I asked her how she could know that; she replied with you looked like her nana's friend from when she was younger." Bella answered.
"Who's her nana?" Edward questioned.
"I don't know; she never said. She just calls her "Nana." She's a shy quiet girl with what seem like trust issues, but maybe you should talk to her yourself sometime. If you decide you want to talk to her, let me know first. Right now, I'm her only friend—besides her cats. But I'll introduce you. Just let me know." Bella told Edward, getting her helmet from Jacob.
"Can you tell me Nevaeh's last name?" Edward questioned as Bella got on the back of the motorcycle.
"Moon." Bella answered before Jacob got them out of there.
"Moon?" Edward asked himself in shock.
"Edward?" Alice asked, concerned.
"It's nothing. Let's just go home." Edward insisted, walking to the car…