A/N: Alright, this is going to be form the POV of the daughter of Edward and Bella, no they didn't have a child naturally, the Cullens found her dying on the streets during Ed and Bell'a honeymoon in Europe and changed her to save her. Edward and Bella adopted her as a daughter. She has the most peculiar of all the gifts due to a rare trait in her blood. There are strange organisms living inside of her that give her powers over the element of light. It's weird, I know, but just go along with it. She also developed the ability to read minds, but not very well. She can read minds, but it's quiet and sort of staticy. She is considered more beautiful than Rosalie and faster than Edward. She's sixteen or seventeen (they never really find out her age), and very rebellious…

Also, know that they had to wait like 20 years to send her to school so no one from Twilight is there except the children of the original characters.

Now, as for the guy, you should know he looks identical to Dougie Poynter of McFLY. If you like them, you know exactly whom I am talking about. Of course, this looks like him after he bleached his hair, don't worry. And, sorry girls, he doesn't have the tattoo…and he's not 19, only 17

Disclaimer: Twilight The Creation of Stephenie Meyer. Everything you recognize is hers, not mine. Things you don't recognize,

"Claire!" called my mother from down the stairs.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I said, pulling on the pair of skin-tight jeans I rarely ever wore in public and slipping on my Vans, tucking the laces inside the shoe, and ran out the door of my room, my mother's old room.

"Claire Rebekah Cullen!" I mother cried, using my full name for once.

"Jeeze, Bella, I'm right here," I said, almost running into her.

"Oh, sorry, hun," she apologized, tossing my messenger bag to me as I caught it with ease. "Edward's working late tonight at the hospital with Carlisle, so, it'll be just you and me tonight. Want to do anything special?"

"Not really," I sighed, eager to get out the door and to school on time for once.

"Alright. Call me if you get hungry, okay?"

"Sure thing, mom," I said with another unnecessary sigh as I walked out the door. I knew that at sixteen I shouldn't be driving yet all that much. I knew I had no license…not after that last speeding ticket at least, but I was a better driver than my mother at times. We may both be vampires, but she didn't learn to drive from a person like my father, who had bought me a car as soon as I was brought into their family. Of course, I was never much of a car person myself, and so my father had returned the car for what I really wanted. I hit the alarm button on the remote and the blue Ducati motorcycle beeped once as a signal that the alarm was off. My mother believed it necessary for me to wear a helmet and so I obliged to make her happy. I slid into my jacket and pulled the helmet on and revved the engine after putting the key into the ignition.

Being on the bike was like flying, nothing could or would ever stop me, ever. As soon as I pulled into the parking lot, I regretted driving so fast. I had heard earlier that new meat would be arriving soon, and I use meat not because of what I am, but because it was term humans used loosely. I parked the bike and leapt off, pulling the helmet off of my head and shaking my platinum blonde hair out. I had only been a vampire now for about ten years, and it was already growing tiresome, not the diet, but the monotony of it all. They said they couldn't send me to school until now because it would look odd because Edward and Bella having a child that was sixteen start school two years after they got out would be a bit conspicuous. Well, my mother never got out of school, she had to fake her death when she was changed. After that, her father tried to get along with his life, but moved down to Phoenix to be with the only remnant of family he had left, Bella's mother.

He lived there for a few years before passing away. Renee went quickly after him, and then Bella bought her father's old house under the name of Isabella Cullen, seeing as they were married now.

"Hey Claire," called a friend of mine, Morgan. I waved back to her, knowing she would start gushing out the latest gossip of the school from the week I had missed. Edward and Bella had taken me on a hunting trip for the week seeing as I was still getting a bit used to their diet and way of life.

"I heard that there's a new kid!" she gushed.

"Really?" I asked her, not really paying all that much attention. When entered the building, a few of the boys stopping to glance my way. How pathetic some human boys could be at times. I knew their thoughts as soon as I saw them, of course they were thinking only of one thing. I was a slender and curvy girl, and they always had the same thing on their minds. Ha! What a laughable thing indeed, if only they knew how easily I could overpower them. No, I didn't read their minds, which I was capable of to an extent, but it wasn't hard to figure out their intentions.

I couldn't remember anything from my human life, only that I was found in England while my parents were on their honeymoon. I never asked my adopted parents how they found me, where they found me, and what had happened to make my father act. I knew for a fact that one had to be dying for them to choose to save someone. I didn't give it much thought…but maybe I should have. I also knew I had been named for a good friend of the family that they never saw anymore, the woman who had made my mother a vampire. It was a pretty name, but nothing out of the ordinary. Because I could never remember my real name, they picked one out and I approved, liking it a lot. Of course, I hated how ritzy it sounded, so I asked the first and middle name be switched. They agreed, seeing as I liked the name Claire a lot.

Another thing that was interesting was that Carlisle finally figured out that piercing stayed with me. See, apparently I was found with a stud in my nose on the left nostril. The hole stayed when I was changed, and now the hole I permanent but I can take the ring out and the hole is barely noticeable. The teachers in Forks really don't care much, but my mother does, always insisting I take it out for school and special occasions.

With a short sigh, I grabbed my bag and unraveled it from my body. It landed in a heap next to me while I undid the lock of my locker. With another sigh, I opened it and threw all of my books inside and grabbed what I needed for first-period.

Forks high school hadn't changed one bit form when my parents went to school. Every class was still in a different building; everyone still wore raincoats walking across the parking lots. The only thing that changed really were the teachers, either they got older or got replaced because they were too old.

I walked slowly to class, well slowly for me, and made it in just a few seconds before the bell sounded in my ears. With another long-winded sigh, I sat down in my desk. This was one of the three classes I didn't share with Morgan. The desk next to mine was always empty though; the only empty one in the room.

Mrs. Pennock walked in, the old, stodgy, English teacher. She liked me, I was good at English, probably better than her. I was a good writer; it was my passion more than anything else. She admired that fact, having admitted that I was better than her once when I was in detention.

"Class, we have a new student joining us today from England, please meet Mr. Caleb Finch," she said happily. We rarely ever had new students in this godforsaken school, so she was definitely happy about a new kid. I knew he would have to sit next to me, but I didn't really care. I didn't intend to give him much thought.

He walked in, standing about five foot nine or ten. He was muscular, built like a runner or swimmer. He had blonde hair, perfect blonde hair that reminded me of Jasper's but better. It actually looked bleached, but in a really good way. He wore it well. It hung low and shaggy, almost in his eyes. He wore clothes that were probably bought a skater or surf store, punk-like clothes. What caught my eye though were his eyes. There was something strange about those eyes; they were gray, but also on the bluish side, like a shade in between. I smiled and moved my books onto my desk as he came and sat next to me.

"Um…hi," he said, a British accent almost as prominent as mine whenever I got angry, which happened often.

"Hey," I replied, my accent there, but not as strong.

"Wait, are you from England too?" he asked in disbelief.

"I was born there. My parents adopted me there when they were on vacation," I said with a smile, trying to make friendly conversation. I tried to get into his thoughts but I was hit with a brick wall. What was going on, this had never happened before. I couldn't read my mother's mind, but that was like she wasn't even there. With him, it was like he had barriers up, like I was running headlong into a wall. It gave me a literal headache.

"How ironic," he laughed.

"Perhaps," I sighed, now irritated because I thought something was wrong with me. I turned and looked at him again. He was very beautiful for a mortal, a perfectly formed face that could match even my father's. I sighed, shaking my head. I didn't need a guy; I liked my life the way it was. Wait…did I, truly?

I attempted to read his thoughts again and hit the wall once more, my head beginning to throb with the new attempts. It wasn't as though a block was in place either. Most mortals couldn't place blocks, but when my family members put up blocks, it didn't hurt.

"Something wrong?" he asked, noticing my frustration.

"Oh, no, I'm fine," I said softly.

"You sure…you seem...irritated," he said, sounding concerned. The heaters kicked on and blew his scent towards me, and it took all my effort not to clap my hand over my mouth from the stench of wet dog coming from somewhere in the room. It was pungent and nasty smelling. I automatically cut the passage of air to my lungs. He seemed to smell something odd too, and cringed before resuming a normal expression.

"Something wrong?" I asked, holding my breath now.

"Not at all," he said. We talked in the back for most of class, although I grew more and more irritated by the fact that I couldn't decipher his thoughts at all and I was growing more and more angry with myself. As soon as class ended, I was able to go through the day normally again, including breathing. I hated the smell of wet dog. Maybe he had given his pet a bath before school or something.

I drove home on the motorcycle faster than normal and cut the engine quickly, tossing my helmet on the couch. My mother came out of the kitchen, sensing my tension.

"What's wrong?" she asked with a confused expression.

"Something's wrong with me. I need to see Carlisle now," I told her impatiently.

"Alright," she said, her expression turning from confusion to worry. "Go get into the car." I nodded, grabbing the keys off the hook and running outside before unlocking the doors to the silver Volvo in the driveway. Of course my father would take the fast car to work, how obvious. My mother was out in a matter of seconds, sliding into the driver's seat while I sat in the passenger side, the key in the ignition and the car running. Her hands shot to the steering wheel as she sped out of the driveway and towards the hospital. As soon as we got there, Edward, my father - his tousled bronze hair blowing softly in the breeze – was standing on the porch.

"What's wrong?" he asked warily.

"She says something's wrong with her," Bella told him. I got out of the car and walked over to my father.

"Well?" he asked, his face stricken with worry.

"There's someone new in my class…he sits next to me in English…I can't read his mind. I think there is something seriously wrong with me. It's not like what you told me with mom, that it's like she's not even there. With him it's like I run into a brick wall. It hurts me physically to try. I think I'm sick or something," I said in a rush. He only laughed.

"I don't know what to tell you, kid," he said. "But I doubt you're sick. We'll go talk to Carlisle though." He began to walk back inside and I ran to catch up, my mother on our heels. We entered my grandfather's office and he turned around in his chair, still his same twenty-three year old self that he was when he was changed in the sixteen hundreds.

"Good afternoon, Claire," he said with his usual smile.

"Carlisle, I think something is wrong with me," I said, my British accent prominent now with my worry so high.

"Now why would you say that?" he asked with one eyebrow raised.

"She can't read some boy's mind," my father offered. "She says it physically hurts her to try, like there's a brick wall protecting his thoughts from her."

"I want to know why," I said, interrupting my father.

"Well, you're not sick, we don't get sick. Maybe he's one of the exceptions like your mother is. Perhaps you are not meant to read his mind," Carlisle offered.

"Or maybe he's not human," my father joked.

"He smelled like a wet dog, I think he's human if he keeps pets," I said, remembering the smell that came off of him when the heaters kicked on.

"Perhaps," Carlisle sighed. "I don't think anything is wrong with you though, Claire. It's best not to worry."

"So, I'll have to go to school tomorrow though?" I asked with one corner of my mouth turned down in a frown.

"Of course," my mother said in a shocked tone. "Why would you not?"

"Because I could be sick," I said with a laugh.

"Well, I doubt anything we get is contagious to humans," my father joked.

"Except blood poisoning," I added with a laugh. Even Carlisle cracked a smile at that one. "So…what am I supposed to do?" I asked my tone now angry.

"Just try and act normal, Claire. It's fine," Edward said, his hand running itself through my hair. I turned to Carlisle with confusion, hearing in his mind a slight bit of malcontent.

"Alice has seen visitors though," Carlisle said, pulling a newspaper out from under his desk and dropping it in front of me.

Murder Mystery continues:

Late last night officers found heaps of dead bodies in Seattle located behind a bar. The site was fingerprinted, but nothing was found that could trace the killer or killers. It is likely that there is more than one. The odd thing was is that the bodies were found with very little blood and no murder weapons were anywhere on the scene. There were though, strange markings on all the bodies, such as those of teeth. There were cuts and bruises on the bodies, and each was tested to find a strange poison inside. The poison was tested at a lab and found to be nothing we've ever seen before. The tests will continue in order to find out who this killer is.

I dropped the paper, not willing to read more into it.

"How can our kind do that to humans? They're weaker and can't fight back," I said weakly as I looked at my father.

"I don't know, Claire. It is painful for me to see too, especially when they act like idiots and don't get rid of the bodies. Soon the Quileutes will be knocking at our doors trying to accuse us of this mess when we have nothing to do with it. I don't think they even know about you because we don't speak to them," Carlisle replied.

When we went home, I turned on the news for tonight and saw more about the killings, this time they were in Port Angeles and even more bodies were found with that same "poison" in them. Whoever was doing this deserved to be killed and I was sure that as soon as my family figure out who it was, the coven would be asked to leave and if they didn't oblige, they would be forced out even if it meant death.

The next I got to school on the motorcycle and found Morgan. Our energy was high that day and we skipped through the hallways like we used to when we were freshmen. I didn't know why I was in a such a good mood, but I really was. With a smile, I left her for my first class and took my seat next to Caleb.

"Hey," he said with a smirk. I clearly heard his nose struggle to pull a scent in. He gave a very small grimace before looking away.

"Hi," I replied back with a laugh.

"What's so funny?" he asked, sounding slightly irked.

"Nothing," I answered. I thought back to the conversation I had with my father the previous night. He told me to find out about this boy, and it was something I wasn't going to let slip by me. I had to find out what was so strange about him. Why couldn't I read his mind…I wanted to know. We sat through the class without talking and I went to my next period with a sigh. By the time I met up with Morgan in the cafeteria, he was already there, sitting with a few others.

He was there, his beauty astounding me once again, but the others were also very gorgeous in their own way. There were three girls. One was a red-head. She had vibrant red hair that swept her shoulders. It was wavy and when she stood up to drop off her tray at the front, I could see her beautiful figure that reminded me of Rosalie's. Her face was pretty, but too thin to be absolutely gorgeous. The other one was dirty blonde. She was very thin and very tall. She had bright green eyes that seemed to sweep the room. I watched her follow the other girl and drop off her tray as well before both the girls exited the cafeteria together. The last girl, the one with black hair stayed. She had straight, raven-colored hair that fell down to just below her shoulders. It was arranged in a slightly punk style, but looked still very cute. The ends seemed almost spiked, but I liked it. She had a perfect figure as well, but her face, unlike that of the redhead, was absolutely perfect. She had vibrant blue eyes, but hers were more of a turquoise while mine were a sky blue. She wasn't pale, nor was she tan, simply in the middle.

Next to her sat a tall boy that looked to be about a senior. He had black hair as well, and was very muscled. His skin was tanner than that of the black-haired girl, but not by much. We watched as he stood also and dropped his tray off, following the girls. I looked back to Caleb and the girl then noticed the last of them, a brunette boy with longish hair. It was long in the back and swept down in the front, like most of the people in those bands nowadays. He was thin and scrawny-looking in comparison to the one he had just been sitting next to, but as soon as the big guy got up, I was able to see how truly muscled he was. They were all perfect looking, but I knew they weren't vampires. I opened up my lungs and struggled to get a hold of their scents…each smelled like wet-dog, although the girl who remained had a scent of flowers covering it up. I watched as the remaining three stood and left.

"Know anything about the new kids?" I asked Morgan, my curiosity piqued.

"Yeah, the blonde one is named Caleb and the brunette is called Micah. The black-haired big guy is called Clark. The girls…well the pretty one, you know with the dark hair…she's named Keira. The redhead is named Rose, but the others call her Rosie. Then the blonde is named Lucy. The two black-haired kids are brother and sister, and the redhead and brunette are too, and the same goes for the blondes. They're all cousins though. Apparently they all live with their aunt and uncle, the redhead and the brunette's parents, but that's all I know for sure," she explained, looking at the place where they had just exited.

"That's all?" I asked sarcastically. "Morgan, you are the gossip fountain, you never stop gushing at me," I laughed.

"Thanks," she laughed, her green eyes dancing. The bell sounded and we both got up and dropped off our trays, though I hadn't eaten, obviously. Morgan knew, and she was the only human who did. She had been my best friend since I had started school here, and we had too much in common for her to have not figured it out. She followed me home one time for my birthday with the intention to surprise me and heard my family talking about the hunting trip. She thought it was normal at first, but when they said grizzly, she asked me about it the next day. I loved her like a sister far too much to not tell her. She believed me right on the spot, even as a freshman in high school.

We split ways with a hug before going off to our next period, which, for me, was History of the World. I sighed as I sat down. It took me a few seconds before I realized that the black-haired girl was standing at the front of the room, her beautiful face standing out form the sea of people as the boys stared at her with longing, the same stare that was given to me.

"We have a new student," said the History teacher, Mr. Carmack. "Her name is Keira Cole. Please make her feel welcome here, along with her brothers and her cousins who also have joined the school." Everyone looked back down at his or her books as Keira came to sit in the desk behind me. She leaned back in the chair casually, not really paying attention. She seemed like quite the over-confident person, somewhat like how I would have expected. I felt a light tap on my shoulder and turned around to face her.

"Hey…I was wondering if you knew any of my family members who moved here?" she asked. Her voice was polite, not something I expected from a girl who seemed to think she was so cool. I looked down at her hands, seeing checked fingerless gloves that ran to half-way to her elbow.

"Um…yeah, Caleb is in my English class first period," I said with a shrug. She smiled and nodded before leaning back in her seat.

"Nice stud by the way," she said before looking out with window.

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"Your nose ring," she laughed, looking back at me before looking out with window again. The class went by quickly and more boring than I could have expected, and so did my last period. When I got on the motorcycle and went home, I told my family members about how they all smelled the same, with that horrible wet dog-like odor.

"There's nothing wrong with you," My mother, said, feeling my forehead. "You're just as cold as normal," she finished with a note of finality in her voice. "Now get ready for dinner at your grandparents' house."

"Alright," I sighed, going up to my room and changing. Now I was wearing a slightly cuter outfit than just what I wore to school. As I came down the stairs, the doorbell rang and I waited for my mom to answer it.

"Claire, you have a visitor," she said, sounding like she was about to laugh. I came into the entryway and saw Caleb standing there with Keira. My mom left and walked around into the kitchen where my father was. I closed my mind to their thoughts, knowing they were probably making-out in there.

"Can I help you?" I asked with confusion.

"We just wanted to talk to you," Keira said with a smile. I raised my eyebrows before walking out onto the front porch, closing the door behind me. I noticed Keira's accent for the first time, but quickly disregarded it.

"So, what's this about?" I asked when we were out of earshot of my family.

"You know we come form England, correct?" Keira asked, her voice taking on the tone of a different decade like mine had on occasion.

"Yeah," I said, becoming more confused by the second.

"Well, our families moved here because they're…detectives of sorts. Down in Port Angeles and Seattle, there've been tons of killings recently. The American government told us to stay out of it, but our aunt and uncle decided to take things into their own hands and figure out what was going on for themselves. So…we were just going to say, that if you know anything about these murders, please tell us, it would make things so much easier for you," Caleb said, his voice sounding slightly angry.

"I don't know anything," I admitted truthfully. "Nothing besides what I've seen on the news and in the paper, I promise. But if I find anything out…I'll let you know."

"Good," Keira said, although sounding slightly angry.

"We'll be leaving now," Caleb said, nudging Keira with his elbow before they walked off our front porch and down towards the large Hummer waiting for them in the driveway. I watched them leave before going back inside the house.

"What was that about?" my mother asked me with a confused expression.

"They wanted to know if I knew anything about the killings. They said their aunt and uncle were detectives from England who wanted to find out what this was. I don't know…I just said I had no idea what or who it was," I replied, massaging my temples.

"Good," my father answered. "We need to speak with Carlisle though.

A/N: What do you think? Is it the good, the bad, or the ugly? I personally like this plot and if I get more than ten reviews on this first chapter, I will make it so that if I am messaged with a question about Caleb or his family I will answer it. Next chapter as soon as I write it, okay? Please Review!!

P.S. If you're wondering why I named her Claire, it's because in one of my other fics, there was a character named Claire, who looks a lot like this Claire, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and she died…tear and they begged me to bring her back. Well, I brought her back in a different respect. Plus, Rebekah is my first name, and yes it is spelled that way!

P.P.S. For those of you who don't believe I am fifteen…I am, if you still don't believe me, let me tell you…you should think I'm younger, haha. Every quiz I've taken has classified me as either a six or seven-year-old. So, you should just believe that I am only 15, haha!!