Dawn - Twilight Revamped

This is my retelling of a story that, while I do love and hold close to my heart, I have realized could be a lot better. Starting with the protagonist - Bella. Changing that will ultimately change key points in the plot as well. Therefore, please do not become upset with me if it doesn't follow the original story line. I am planning on making this my own. The setting and initiating events are still the same. Molly (that is her name) moves to Forks, reasons still the same, she meets Edward and things just go from there. I am not making this a priority, as with my other books. If I finish a chapter, then I'll post it. Please comment with your thoughts besides the obvious "omg update plz". I would really appreciate it.

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1. Part 1

A/N: This is my retelling of a story that, while I do love and hold close to my heart, I have realized could be a lot better. Starting with the protagonist - Bella. Changing that will ultimately change key points in the plot as well. Therefore, please do not become upset with me if it doesn't follow the original story line. I am planning on making this my own. The setting and initiating events are still the same. Molly (that is her name) moves to Forks, reasons still the same, she meets Edward and things just go from there. I am not making this a priority, as with my other books. If I finish a chapter, then I'll post it. Please comment with your thoughts besides the obvious "omg update plz". I would really appreciate it.

"Do you have you're jacket?"

"Yes, I do Mom," I assure her. "Do you have yours?"

She smiles and lifts her arm, showing me that she has her jacket draped over it. I ask her because I'm aware of how often she forgets these types of things.

"I've got it," she says.

"Good," I say.

"Are you sure this is what you want? You can always change your mind." Worry clouds her eyes.

"Mom, I will be fine," I say. "How many times have I told you I want to do this? I want to go." I smile, trying my best to convince her. "I get to spend time with Dad and you get to travel with Phil. This will be good for us."

"But---"

"Mom," I say firmly. "It's not like I'm never going to see you again."

She sighs. "You're right." She holds her arms out to me. "At least give me a hug before you go."

I hug my mom, board the plane, and I'm gone.

Forks is a small, gloomy town located in the northwest corner of Washington State. Clouds shade the blue sky and hides the sun nine months out of the year. Then rains the other three. Compared to Phoenix, with it's dry heat and constant sunshine, Forks is a bleak and dismal place to live. Phoenix is a beacon of life for people like me who crave the warmth and aridity.

Packing up and moving to Forks isn't one of my best decisions, but I don't want to keep Mom away from Phil while he travelled. She staying home to look after me kept her from being with him. I don't want that. Going to stay with my dad, Charlie, seemed like a less selfish option.

My dad is the Chief of Police to the good people of Forks, so I'm not surprised when he arrives at the airport in the police cruiser.

The first thing he does is hug me. It's tight and brief, but meaningful.

"Hey, Molly," he says, pulling away. "It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you, too, Dad."

We load my bags into the trunk and start the two drive drive back to Forks.

"You cut your hair," he says by way of conversation.

"Yup, that I did."

Dad isn't known for for being a conversationalist, but then again, neither am I. To prevent anymore awkwardness, I pull out my iPod, plug in my ear buds, and start to listen to The Black Keys, the volume low enough that is he speaks I'll be able to hear.

I'm able to appreciate the scenery, of course. It's beautiful. Green is everywhere, on the trees, on the bark, the moss on the ground. The sunlight even filters greenly through the trees.. Although I had spent a couple of summers of my childhood in Forks, being here felt strange. It's like an alien planet.

I turn off my music as we roll to a stop in front of the small, two-bedroom house that my Dad had bought with my Mom during the early---and only---days of their marriage. 

My eyes were drawn to the old truck parked in the brick driveway. I can tell it's paint was a red at some point. Now it's faded and rusting. It's one of those indestructible trucks. They could have a collision with a sports car and the car would be found in pieces after the event.

"Whose truck is that?" I ask. As far as I know, the only vehicle dad has is the cruiser.

"Uh, it's yours," he says. "It's a homecoming gift."

"Really?" I say excitingly. 

"Yeah, I figured it's be better than having your old man drive you around all the time. Do you like it?"

 "Like it? I love it, Dad! Thank you!"

"Uh, well," he says. "Now you're welcome."

"Who'd you get it from?" I ask as we get out. 

"Do you remember Billy Black? Down at La Push? You and his son, Jacob used to play together."

"Yeah, I think I do."

"They fixed it up and I bough it off 'em for a good price."

"That's cool," I say.

"You can drive a stick shift, right?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

 

My room still looks a lot as it did when I was in elementary school. Purple walls, purple sheets. Framed pictures of drawings I did. Even my old rocking chair is still parked in the corner by the window. The only new thing is the computer sitting on top of the desk. 

 

I'm early to school the next morning. I circle the parking lot until I find the building that is labelled "OFFICE" and I park in front of it, hoping that I won't get yelled at for parking in a spot reserved for teachers. 

Inside is warm and there is a red-haired, middle aged woman sitting behind the reception desk.

"Yes?" she asks me. "How can I help you?"

"I'm the new student."

"Oh, yes! You must be Margret Swan. Chief Swan's daughter. I have your schedule right here." She hands me the papers I'll need, showing me the map and the best routes to my classes. "And this is an attendence slip I need you to get signed by each teacher. You'll bring that back at the end of the day."

"Yes, ma'am," I say and smile at her before I leave. "Thank you."

 

My classes are uneventful, and somewhat boring. I find myself sketching in the margines of my notebook, trying to draw the teacher. That way it would look like I was paying attention to the lesson. Of course, they always look differently on paper than they do in person... John D. Herz I'm not.

After English, a boy with dark hair and glasses comes up to me in the hall. 

"You're Margret Swan, aren't you?" he asks.

I smile politely. "Molly."

"Molly? I'm Eric. Welcome to Forks," he says, smiling. "I was wondering if you had anyone to sit with at lunch."

"Not yet," I say.

"Well, come on, then."

He leads me to the cafeteria. At a table in the middle of the room, he introduces me to the table's occupants. 

"This is Margret Swan," he announces. "But you have to call her Molly because otherwise she'll pummel you."

They all look at me worriedly.

"He's joking," I say.

"Duh," he laughs.

He invites me to sit down and points to a petite girl with big, curly brown hair. "That's Jessica." He points to a blond guy with a baby face. "That's Matt." He points to the next girl who has brown hair pulled back into a pony tale. "And this is Angela."

"We can speak for ourselves," says Jessica. "Hi," she says to me.

I smile. "Hi."

"You're from Phoenix?" Matt asks.

"Aren't people from Phoenix supposed to be, like, really tan?" Jessica says.

"Maybe that's why they kicked me out."

Everyone laughs.

"That's pretty good," Matt says.

A sudden big blast of cold air from the door distracts me and I look in that direction. 

"Who're they?" I ask, staring at the five people entering the cafeteria.

"The Cullens," Jessica says, sounding almost annoyed. She doesn't say anything more.

 

A/N: I'm skipping around a bit. All of these in between parts are really quite boring and trivial to me so.... Next.

"So how are you liking the weather?" Edward asks me, continuing. "I bet you love the snow."

"Not really," I say. "I don't really like cold and wet things."

"Why did you move here, then?" he interrogates.

I look down at my fingers twisting my pencil around and around. "It's - uh - it's a long story."

"I've got nothing but time," he says wryly.

"My mom married this guy, and -" 

"And you don't like him?"

I glance at him. He's leaning toward me. His bright, golden eyes studying me intently. I look away. Creepy much?

"Um, no. He's - he's fne. Really nice."

He sighs, sounding frustrated. "I don't understand."

"Well, he plays baseball for a living."

"Have I heard of him?"

"Probably not. He doesn't exactly play well. He travels around a lot and it was hard for my mom to stay home with me and away from him."

"Whose decision as it? For you to come here?" he asks. "Your mom?"

"No," I say. "It was mine."

 

A/N: Sorry, but now it's skips to New Moon.

Even though the house looks vacant, I get out of my truck and go up the porch stairs to peek into a window. A part of me hoping that I'd catch a glimpse of movement, any sign that they're still be here. 

But there were none. White sheets covers most of the furniture, all lights are off. A graveyard has more life than what I'm seeing.

I turn around and sit down on the steps. I sit there waiting.

Waiting for what? I ask myself. They're not coming back.

I don't truly believe that, though... not yet.

 

"My family and I are... going away for a while," Edward says.

"Oh. Well, where are you going?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?" I ask. He doesn't reply. "Well, when are you coming back?"

"We... aren't." His voice is cold like his skin.

"... Why not?"

"We're dangerous, Bella. How many times do I have to tell you that?' he says.

"And how many times do I have to tell you that I don't care?" I say, my voice cracking. My heart feels heavy. Like it's an anchor trying to pull me down. "I love you. That's all that should matter."

I step toward him. He takes a step back.

"But... I don't love you. And that does matter."

His words are finally beginning to make sense. 

"Then what the fuck?!" I exclaim. "What the fuck have these past six months been about?! How many times have you told me you love me?! How many times have you told me your life has been nothing without me?!"

"I think that sounds a bit selfish and self-centered, don't you?" He's almost laughing at me. There's a smirk on his face and merriment in his stupid golden eyes. I'm trying my best not to cry.

"You're my masochistic lion and I'm your pathetic lamb. Remember?" 

He doesn't bat an eyelash. "I remember. I also remember how foolish I've been. I've come to the realization that my feelings aren't as sincere as I had originally thought. You have my deepest apologies."

"Your apologies?" I say, my voice trembling. "You're an asshole, and that's putting it mildly."

He's very serious now. All signs of humour gone. "It'll be like we were never here. In time, I suppose, you'll forget. Or at the most look back on this experience as a terrible dream. You'll forget." He's in front of me now. His cold hand caresses my cheek as he places a kiss on my forehead.

"You're wrong," I whisper., closing my eyes to saviour the contact. "And I hope you burn in hell for this."

"I just might," he says so softly, I doubt me ears.

"Goodbye," he says. There is a rush of air blown in my direction. I open my eyes, and he's vanished, dry leaves rustling in his wake.

The anchor in my chest is suddenly too much for me and I fall to my knees, taking in shallow breaths. 

He's gone... forever.

I can't go after him. That would be stupid. I'd just get lost. So I force my self to go inside the house. Charlie wouldn't be home for a while and that was probably a good thing. I quickly strip and jump into a warm shower, my intentions to wash away today's pain and anger. After a few moments, my legs give way and I'm kneeling on the floor in the shower, my hands cover my face as sobs take over me.

 

Jacob isn't Edard. It's not a difficult concept to understand.

 

A/N: That's all for now folks.

 

 

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