A New Beginning (A Post-Breaking Dawn Twilight Fanfiction.)

A New Beginning

Chapter 1:

A/N: I’m back! For those of you who don’t know, I had this story on here a while ago but then I reread it and decided I hated it! So I took it off fanfiction.net. I had an inspiration to rewrite this story how I want it and repost it! So if you are a new reader enjoy and if you are a returning reader I fixed a lot of the format of this story! It will still have about the same plot line but the characters have new names and a bit of a difference personality! Please Rate and Review!

I stand in the driveway facing an unfamiliar house. It is beautiful. The house has glass walls that allow you to see into parts of it. The vampires who own it must be very rich. My older brother, Dylan, is standing next to me and I believe he is thinking the same thing as me.

The events from the past hour are still fresh in my mind. I remember all too well, our parents telling us that the Volturi were out to kill them for breaking a vampire law, they didn't tell us which one. My parents had to go to Volterra, the place of the Volturi’s headquarters, because if the Volturi came here we would end up dead too.

You see, my brother and I's parents are vampires but we are human. They adopted us when I was only 6 months old and Dylan was almost 2. They told us that we would be safe with my dad's friend Carlisle and his family and that they would protect us from harm. Then they dropped us here and drove away. I am scared for their safety as well as my own and couldn't help the silent tears that are running down my face.

I am anxious to meet the Cullens, my mom told Dylan and I that there are 10 people, and they were all in couples. I wonder who will take the place as my parents. Will Carlisle be my new dad? Will I even have parents? There is only one way to find out.

I glance at my brother and nod slightly and he walks up to the glass door and knocks confidently. Dylan has always been good with meeting new people. I, on the other hand am very shy and currently in a fragile state which doesn’t help the situation.

A man with slicked back blonde hair comes to the door. He looks about 28 years old. I assume this is Carlisle, as I was told he is the oldest and leader of the Cullens.

"Welcome, Dylan and Marley." he says. "My name is Carlisle, please come in." I cautiously make my way inside, hiding behind Dylan. The inside of the house is even prettier and more perfect than the outside.

I walk into the living room to be greeted by 9 people. On the couch is a guy with flowy blonde hair with scars up and down his arms. In his lap is a short pixie-like girl with spiky black hair. Next to them is a woman about Carlisle's age with black hair and a motherly smile, and next to her is a man with beautiful bronze hair with a girl who has wavy brown hair, sitting in his lap. On the floor is a guy who had a tan and a weird looking tattoo on his right bicep. Sitting next to him is a girl with beautiful hair, curly and red. My parents mentioned that these two were recently married. On the other side of the room stands a very strong and intimidating looking guy with a goofy grin on his face and a stunning blonde girl next to him. She looks hostile at first but I notice she softens up when she sees me and gives me a small smile.

"These are the members of my family; Jasper, Alice, Esme, Edward, Bella, Jacob, Renesmee, Emmett, and Rosalie." He says, introducing everyone in the room.

"Hello" I say softly. I am very shy around these unfamiliar faces, especially ones who can easily kill me in seconds.

My brother however, is more relaxed and was obviously unafraid of the supernatural creatures around us. "Hi, my name is Dylan and this is my little sister Marley."

"Please sit down" says Edward, gesturing to two chairs by the fireplace.

I sit down in one of the chairs and my brother sits next to me in the other. The room is filled with an awkward silence. I pick at the fraying hem of my purple shirt, not daring to speak.

Esme broke the silence, "Well, we all have already accepted you as new additions to our family so why don't you tell us a little bit about yourselves."

Wow, that was quick. We haven't even known them for five minutes and we are already part of their family? This does not help make the situation more normal.

Dylan starts to tell everyone about himself, "My name is Dylan Smith and I'm 15. I was born on October 16, 1998 and my favorite color is gold. I am very outgoing and am not afraid of many things. I am very protective of my little sister and would tear apart anyone who tries to hurt her."

They all chuckle when Dylan says this. "Don't worry dude, we aren't planning on hurting either of you." Jacob says. Why does Jacob look different than the others? His eyes aren’t black and he is really tan. From what I know of vampires, he isn’t one.

I give my brother a small smile to show him that his protectiveness was appreciated. Noticing, everyone’s stares on me I realize it is my turn to speak. "My name is Marley and I am 13 years old. I was born in December and my favorite color is red." I am not just going to openly talk about myself to these strangers.

Edward leans over and whispers something in Bella’s ear, most likely something about me thinking of them as strangers. My parents had informed Dylan and I of the many gifts the Cullen family possessed. Edward can read minds, Jasper can feel and manipulate emotions, Alice can see the future, Bella has a mind shield, and Renesmee can project her thoughts with one touch.

Answering my earlier thought Edward says “Jacob is a werewolf.”

Ah, that makes sense. I wonder how that works; clashing of two supernatural beings.

“Jacob imprinted on Renesmee, Bella and I’s daughter. It was weird at first but Jacob is like family to us and his pack has also become very close with us.” Edward clarifies. I nod showing I understand.

Bella gives me a reassuring smile, most likely trying to soothe my nerves. As if on cue, the whole room gives me the same smile except for Emmett, he makes a ridiculous face causing me to laugh. He then punches the air in victory, as if getting me to laugh is the same as winning the Olympics.

My laughter causes me to loosen up a bit and have small talk with the Cullens, mostly about Dylan and I’s life.

About two hours later Esme takes Dylan and I out for dinner. I don’t eat much, what usually happens when I am in uncomfortable situation, I am not ready to be one on one with any of the Cullens but luckily I have Dylan with me, sensing my hesitation towards Esme, talks with her. I keep my gaze cast downwards and fiddle with my fingers, occasionally answering a question that she asks me, not touching my food.

I stand up to go to the bathroom and when I return I overhear Dylan expressing concern over my lack of eating to Esme. He seems to think that I am developing an eating disorder. “Carlisle is a doctor; I will talk to him about it. I will inform the family and we will make sure she eats.” Esme says.

I sigh; this is how overprotective Dylan is of me. I don’t eat one meal and suddenly I have an eating disorder. This will take some explaining, but I really don’t feel like having that open of a conversation with the Cullens yet.

We come back to the house after dinner and sit in the same places we were sitting earlier, and continued just like before; Dylan doing most of the talking on my behalf.

I can feel myself slowly drifting off to sleep around 10 o'clock. My eyes are already shut and I can feel my brother’s arms around me, carrying me up some stairs and placing me gently on a bed. I hear him leave the room and whisper "Goodnight little sis. I love you."

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