©Molly Looby No way. I knew I was dying. I knew I was dying fast, but this hit me like a speeding bullet. How long did I have left, years, months, weeks? Days...?

For Ali-Rose life is just a fading moment. Fighting from her inevitable death is the only thing she can do to save her family from the grief that is sure to engulf them. But something on the horizon is about to change her life...

(This is a Twilight fanfic set twelve years after the end of 'Breaking Dawn', but not from Bella's POV, from the POV of Ali-Rose - all will be revealed if you care to read on.)

(Author's Note: Before you read Mattie, please can I just point out that it was written when I was fourteen-fifteen years old, and it was also the first thing I ever wrote and finished, for my own benefit and that of a close friend. I know it has its flaws and I'm okay with that because this story made me grow as an author more than I could've imagined. I truly hope you enjoy it.)



I AWOKE WITH A SENSE OF URGENCY. I SAT BOLT upright. Edward chuckled at me.

“Have you been here all night?” I asked slightly shocked by his appearance.

“No, I swapped with Carlisle about an hour ago.”

“You do watches now?”

“Yes, I suppose that’s what we’re doing.”

I didn’t know whether to feel irritated or touched. I went over yesterday in my head briefly, and quickly realised that the only thing I wanted to do was talk to Tyler. Edward chuckled at my conclusion. I ignored him and raced into the bathroom to have a shower. I used as little shampoo as possible, hoping that it might calm everyone down. It should help that I didn’t smell strongly of strawberries. I bounced downstairs when I had finished, a spring in my step. I leapt straight for Edward’s open arms and he held me in his lap. Tyler moved smoothly from outside until he was sitting in the armchair. The conversation started at once.

“Did you sleep well Mattie?” He asked in his poetic voice.

“Yes thank you.”

“I think it’s fascinating that you sleep. I can’t remember sleeping at all. It’s not one of the human memories that I’ve clung to.”

“When did you live?”

“I was born in 1910, changed in 1926, four months after my birthday.”

“I thought you’d be from the early twentieth century.”

“How did you know?”

“Because that’s when Edward comes from. Also it’s the way you speak.”

“Wow you’re very attentive.”

“I’d like to think so.”

We spoke in this friendly manor for hours. We mostly spoke about what life is like now and what life was like when he was alive. He learnt very quickly about my obsession with history. After lunch we all decided, as a group, to have more faith in Tyler. Everyone kept their distance from our conversation. Edward was on his piano with Bella listening. Jacob and Nessie were playing a card game, but no one else was anywhere to be seen. I was sitting on one end of the large sofa, my back to the arm, with my legs crossed. Tyler was on the other end of the sofa, the closest he’d ever been to me, completely relaxed, no one would guess that we met yesterday. I began to imagine the things that Alison would say, I giggled. Tyler’s face twisted into a look of confusion.


“Oh nothing, I was just imagining what my friend from school would say if she knew what I was doing right now.”

The confused look didn’t vanish. “Why? What would she say? What are you doing wrong?”

“Nothing . . .” I lost my train of thought as I stared into his deep eyes, a lighter shade of orange from hunting again today. Is he good at this way of life? I thought dreamily to myself.

Yes. Does he find it easy enough?

Yes. Wow. Edward had stopped playing.


“Yeah?” I looked over at Edward who had spun round to face me.

“Ask some more.”

Does Tyler find it easy to be around humans compared to other vampires?

Yes. Does he find being around me even easier?

Yes. Does he have tremendous restraint and self-control?

Yes. I looked up at Edward a big smile on my face before I turned back to Tyler. He looked perplexed. I briefly explained my power to him and what had just gone on inside my head.

“Amazing.” He breathed, he reminded me instantly of Carlisle.

“Not as amazing as your control!”

“I disagree.”

You would.” I’d gathered a few things about his personality in less than twenty four hours. He didn’t think he was that interesting, I have no idea how he could think that. He also thought that I was very interesting. I found it all very strange.

“Mattie,” Edward said, breaking me from my thoughts. “I think Tyler’s self-control is a gift.”

I closed my eyes at once, concentrating more than was necessary. Is Tyler’s self-control a gift?

Yes. I snapped open my eyes. Tyler was staring at me, waiting. I nodded once. “Yep, it’s a gift alright.”

“Wow, I’ve been a vampire for almost one hundred years now, and I’ve never even given it a thought, wow. I just thought that everyone else was being over-dramatic!”

I couldn’t stop from giggling like a little girl. What was happening to me? I thought I saw Edward raise his eyebrow, but I heard Bella’s Lullaby playing softly before I could check.

“Yes.” Edward said for unknown reasons. Tyler nodded. Edward must have been answering Tyler’s thought. Tyler slowly outstretched his hand, palm up, towards me. He stopped when he was about thirty centimetres away.

“May I?” he asked, question in his eyes.

I didn’t think as I put my hand on top of his. His icy touch pulsed through me and my heart pounded, threatening to break free from my chest. What an odd reaction. Tyler’s hand closed around mine. He held my hand as though it was the most delicate thing he had ever touched, like a gust of wind would threaten to break it. I stared at our hands. His, that white shade that I knew better than my own skin - and mine, looking tanned in comparison.

“Remarkable.” He said as he turned my hand over in his. I just nodded, speech was beyond me. I wasn’t sure how long we sat like that, both staring at our hands, but when I looked up, Edward and Bella were no longer sitting at the piano. I heard someone in the kitchen, probably Esme. I looked up at the clock. Ugh, nearly lunchtime. Tyler laughed at the obvious look of disgust on my face.

“What?” he asked laughter in his voice.

“It’s nearly lunchtime.” I said, unable to stop the laughter that was escaping from my lips now. Renesmee darted out of the room quickly as Jacob sat down at the dining room table. I expected Tyler to follow her, but instead, letting go of my hand, he went and sat next to Jacob, opposite my chair. I skipped over to my seat where Jacob was already ‘wolfing’ down his lunch. I didn’t even bother to look at what was on the plate as I began to eat. Tyler’s gaze distracted me. He seemed . . . curious.

“What?” I asked him as I stopped for a breath.

“I was just wondering what human food tasted like.”

“It’s disgusting.”

Jacob chuckled.

“Have you not tasted human food since becoming a vampire then?” I asked

“No, I haven’t been near human food in a long time.”

“Would you like to try some?” I did my best to disguise a giggle with a small cough. No one was fooled.

“Not really.” He answered wrinkling his nose up in disgust.

“I dare you.” I teased.

“Okay then.” He said, happy for the competition. He reminded me of Emmett. I passed him what I now knew was a sandwich, taunting him with my eyes. He took a bite, his face screwing up as though he was human and had just tasted something sour. He swallowed and took a deep breath. Both Jacob and I laughed at him.

“You really didn’t believe me?” I asked.

“No, I did believe you, but just like with the thirst, I thought you were being over dramatic.”

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