As the years passed, two to be precise, I was educated on how to control my powers, my thirst, but most importantly, myself. There were times were I would change, and have no memory of what would happen, yet there was always carnage in the basement. Shredded padding, blood on the walls, and I would always sport some kind of new wound after these changes. Carlisle got me into sports, which was our special bonding time. He would take me out into the fields or the forests and teach me about all the sports he knew, martial arts, ball sports, running; and ironically swimming, which father explained was due to my hybrid existence. Edward and Rosalie taught me music, the piano, singing, the guitar and the violin. Between us though, I was definitely a more classic instrument guy, though my singing wasn't bad, it wasn't stellar either. But perhaps the one talent I had been gifted with, as put by mother, was writing. Jasper had taken the time, as well as Alice, to teach me about the finer points of reading and writing, such as poetry, essays, critical analysis and other intricacies.
Yet I found myself still whining, much to the annoyance of my brothers, when Carlisle said that I was going to school with the rest of them.
"But father...."
"Yes my young pup?" His warm, light eyes held my gaze with patience only he could muster. I found myself looking for absolutely any excuse not to go back to school, not to be the victim of viscous mockery at the lips of my peers. "Are you afraid y/n?"
His words were gentle and caring, the same tone as when someone had a suspicion based on evidence they had gathered for their deduction, yet his eyes never left mine even when I looked away. "I guess..."
"Why?"
Sighing, I explained to him my fears, my past experiences and ultimately my desire to just be accepted for who I was, not for my power, not for my status...just for me. When I had finished my story; I wiped the tear on the side of my face as Carlisle moved suddenly, surprising me as he wrapped me in a close, tight embrace as I cried out the built up grief and anguish into his shoulder.
"Why am I always so different father? Even now?" Choking between quiet sobs, my father pulled back, leveling his gaze at mine as I composed myself.
"Y/n...You are different, because you are special. Very few were-vampires have existed through history, and they have done great things. You however, are even more special. You have humanity in you, even in your changed states. You are compassionate, kind, yet calculating and you try do right by everyone. You have brought this family closer than ever before, even if it doesn't seem like it. You are my son, and I am proud of you y/n. You have touched our lives in ways none of us expected. You have given us hope, joy, laughter. You are different, and that's ok. Because being different means you will set yourself against all odds to achieve something, to show the world that they do not control you. I will always stand behind you, whether against bullies, the Volturi or the monsters in your dreams. I love you for you my young pup."
Fathers words brought a smile to my face as I embraced him. The only thing I could mutter, like a mantra, over and over was 'Thank you'. Those would be words that would stick to my like glue, never leaving my mind. Not even as I got ready for the school day that evening.
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Starting the engine of my VW Passat (top), I turned out down the gravel road and onto the main road that led too the town of Forks, and where I would be attending school with my siblings. Forks High school, completely underwhelming and ordinary. A far cry from the big highschools of the cities I had heard of from my family. As I pulled in behind Edward, our cars sticking out like glittery pieces of paper making me feel really uncomfortable, I noticed an old but charismatic old American truck pull into a parking spot not far from my own; it's bright orange paint job making it bright against the colorless environment. "Hey."
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Fanfiction"If you don't turn him. I will!" Throwing a young mans life a second line, he starts out on his best foot; new school, new town, new family. The Cullens will risk everything for this boy, and he for them. But now, what happens when another indi...
