A/N: LOOK WHO'S BACK! I had the week off of school for Thanksgiving and, determined to do something other than just a bunch of chores around the house (the latest of which being inventory of our food storage in our basement...:( ugh), I was DETERMINED to write more of "daybreak" specifically since I've been too busy or what have you to write anything in the past, oh, OVER A YEAR OR SOMETHING CRAZY! So, the past two days, from almost the moment I wake up until I go to bed for the night I've been working on writing the story. So far I've only got about 8 pages typed up on Word, but I figured I would be gracious and share it with you amazing people rather than put you through much more torture waiting for more. Unfortunately, when I have more of this chapter I will be just updating this chapter than starting a new one on here. So if you wish to review now (which I STRONGLY ENCOURAGE) go right ahead, but when I update it, you'll have to send me a private message or an email (amydapinkpanther yahoo) to review as fanfiction won't let you review a chapter more than once. But PLEASE don't let that stop you from reviewing now! (To be honest, I'm not sure how you guys will like this chapter so far, so please tell me how you feel about it, and I will continue writing the chapter with your feedback in mind. Anyway, here is the first bit of chapter 5...

Disclaimer: Anything in bold after this line does NOT belong to me...sadly I'm just a wishful and imaginative fan...

5. twilight: phenomenon (October 23rd)

Emmett took hold of the book grudgingly and took his time before he finally began reading…

"Chapter Three: Phenomenon.

"W—I mean, blankI opened my eyes in the morning, something blank different.

"It blank the light. It blank still the grey-green light of a cloudy day in the forest, but it blank clearer somehow. I realized there blank no fog veiling my blank.

"I jumped up to look outside, and then groaned in horror.

"A fine layer of snow covered the yard, dusted the top of my truck, and blanked the road. But that wasn't—"

"Hey! That's a 'w'!" Jasper called.

"Dang it!" Emmett pouted. "I w—I'd been doing so w—good!"

"Just remember: five mistakes and I add another hour! So far, you're only going to 3:40 tomorrow afternoon."

"Stop rubbing it in!" Emmett whined.

"Fine, fine. You may continue." Jasper complied.

"—that blank the blank part. All the rain from yesterday had frozen solid—coating the needles on the trees in fantastic, gorgeous patterns, and making the driveway a deadly ice slick. I had enough trouble not falling down blank the ground blank dry; it might be safer for me to go back to bed now.

"Charlie had left for work—Dang it! I did it again!"

"Strike two…" Jasper said, pretending to check off a list in midair.

A more furious expression I hadn't seen on Emmett's face in quite some time. He was ticked…

"Shut. Up. Now."

"Emmett, calm down, please." Rose said. "And Jasper," her eyes flashed with anger, "shut up."

"Can I just suggest something here?" Carlisle said.

"Hmm?" asked Emmett.

"I know and understand you and Jasper have you little agreement and everything, but this whole subbing certain words with 'blank' is a little confusing…can you, perchance just try and do something else instead?"

"Okay, I guess so." Emmett replied.

"Thank you. Now please, continue." Carlisle said.

"Charlie had left for his job before I got downstairs. In a lot of things, living something Charlie something like having my own place, and I found reveling in the aloneness instead of being lonely.

"I threw down a quick bowl of cereal and some orange juice from the carton. (Ooh, a rebel!) I felt excited to go to school, and that scared me."

"Why would that scare someone?" Alice asked.

I gave Alice a strange look. "Are you seriously asking that?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Alice laughed, "I was just pretending to be Emmett!"

Emmett responded with a low growl.

"Oh, shut up, Emmett," I said, "It's just a joke."

"I knew it something the stimulating learning environment I was anticipating, or seeing my new set of friends. If I something being honest with -No! Not again!" Emmett cried.


"Don't. You. Dare."


"—myself, I knew I something eager to get to school because I something see Edward Cullen. And that was—Argh!"

"Hey, Emmett," I asked. "Here's an idea. Instead of just saying 'blank' or 'something', why don't you try just skipping over the word completely?"

"Good idea." Emmett agreed.

"Whatever, but just get back to reading! I really want to know what all we'll find out next!" Alice complained.

"And that very, very stupid. I should be avoiding him entirely after my brainless and embarrassing babbling yesterday. And I—suspicious of him; should he lie about his eyes? I still frightened of the hostility I sometimes felt emanating from him, and I still tongue-tied I pictured his perfect face. I—that my league and his league spheres that did not touch. So I shouldn't be at all anxious to see him today."

"Emmett," Carlisle interrupted, "I think skipping the words is actually even more confusing…How about trying to replace the words with synonyms. You know, like you changed 'work' to 'his job'."

"Will do, Carlisle!" Emmett said.

"Yes!" Jasper cried out. "One hour has just been added to your sentence!"

"No!" Emmett sobbed.

"Haha!" Jasper cheered. "I win again!"

"Alright, boys, the two of you need to calm down." Esme intercepted.

"Sorry, Esme." Jasper murmured. "I just got a little carried away…"

"Mhm…" Esme replied.

"It took every ounce of my concentration to make it down the icy brick driveway alive. I almost lost my balance as I finally got to the truck, but I managed to cling to the side mirror and save myself. Clearly, today is going to be nightmarish."

"Well, isn't that the truth?" I said, remembering that fateful day…


It was a quiet ride to school. Jasper could tell that Alice was upset about something, but he knew that if she wanted to talk about it she would have done so already. Emmett and Rosalie were oblivious, having another of their moments, gazing into each others' eyes with wonder—it was rather disgusting to watch from the outside. We were all quite aware how desperately in love they were. Or maybe I was just being bitter because I was the only one alone. Some days it was harder than others to live with three sets of perfectly matched lovers. This was one of them.

Maybe they would all be happier without me hanging around, ill-tempered and belligerent as the old man I should be by now.

Of course, the first thing I did when we reached the school was to look for the girl. Just preparing myself again.


It was embarrassing how my world suddenly seemed to be empty of everything but her—my whole existence centered around the girl, rather than around myself anymore.

It was easy enough to understand, though, really; after eighty years of the same thing every day and every night, any change became a point of absorption.

She had not yet arrived, but could I hear the thunderous chugging of her truck's engine in the distance. I learned against the side of the car to wait. Alice stayed with me, while the others went straight to class. They were bored with my fixation—it was incomprehensible to them how any human could hold my interest for so long, no matter how delicious she smelled.

The girl drove slowly into view, her eyes intent on the road and her hands tight on the wheel. She seemed anxious about something. It took a second to figure out what that something was, to realize that every human wore the same expression today. Ah, the road was slick with ice, and they were all trying to drive more carefully. I could see she was taking the added risk seriously.

That seemed in line with what little I had learned of her character. I added this to my small list: she was a serious person, a responsible person. She parked not too far from me, but she hadn't noticed me standing here yet, staring at her. I wondered what she would do when she did? Blush and walk away? That was my first guess. But maybe she would stare back. Maybe she would come to talk to me.

I took a deep breath, filling my lungs hopefully, just in case.

She got out of the truck with care, testing the slick ground before she put her weight on it. She didn't look up, and that frustrated me. Maybe I would go talk to her…

No, that would be wrong.

Instead of turning toward the school, she made her way to the rear of her truck, clinging to the side of the truck bed in a droll way, not trusting her footing. It made me smile, and I felt Alice's eyes on my face. I didn't listen to whatever this made her think—I was having too much fun watching the girl check her snow chains. She actually looked in some danger of falling, the way her feet were sliding around. No one else was having trouble—had she parked in the worst of the ice?

She paused there, staring down with a stranger expression on her face. It was…tender? As if something about the tire was making her…emotional?

Again, the curiosity ached like a thirst. It was as if I had to know what she was thinking—as if nothing else mattered.

I would go talk to her. She looked like she could use a hand anyway, at least until she was off the slick pavement. Of course, I couldn't offer that, could I? I hesitated, torn. As adverse as she seemed to be to snow, she would hardly welcome the touch of my cold white hand. I should have worn gloves—

"NO!" Alice gasped aloud.

Instantly, I scanned her thoughts, guessing at first that I had made a poor choice and she saw me do something inexcusable. But it had nothing to do with me at all.

Tyler Crowley had chosen the turn into the parking lot at an injudicious speed. This choice would send him skidding across a patch of ice…

The vision came just half a second before the reality. Tyler's van rounded the corner as I was still watching the conclusion that had pulled the horrified gasp through Alice's lips.

No, this vision had nothing to do with me, and it had everything to do with me, because Tyler's van—the tires right now hitting the ice at the worst possible angle—was going to spin across the lot and crush the girl who had become the uninvited focal point of my world.

Even without Alice's foresight it would have been simple enough to read the trajectory of the vehicle, flying out of Tyler's control.

The girl, standing in exactly wrong place at the back of her truck, looked up, bewildered by the sound of the screeching tires. She looked straight into my horrorstruck eyes, and then turned to watch her approaching death.

Not her! The words shouted in my head as if they belonged to someone else.

Still locked into Alice's thoughts, I saw the vision suddenly shift, but I had no time to see what the outcome would be.

I launched myself across the lot, throwing myself between the skidding van and the frozen girl. I moved so fast that everything was a streaky blur except for the object of my focus. She didn't see me—no human eyes could have followed my flight—still staring at the hulking shape that was about to grind her body into the metal frame of her truck.

I caught her around the waist, moving with too much urgency to be as gentle as she need me to be. In the hundredth of a second between the time that I yanked her slight form out of the path of death and the time that I crashed into the ground with her in my arms, I was vividly aware of her fragile, breakable body.

When I heard her head crack against the ice, it felt like I had turned to ice, too.

But it didn't even have a full second to ascertain her condition. I heard the van behind us, grating and squealing as it twisted around the sturdy iron body of the girl's truck. It was changed course, arcing, coming for her again—like a magnet, pulled it toward us.

A word I've never said before in the presence of a lady slid between my clenched teeth.

I had already done too much. As I'd nearly flown through the air to push her out of the way, I'd been fully aware of the mistake I was making. Knowing that it was a mistake did not stop me, but I was not oblivious to the risk I was taking—taking, not just for myself, but for my entire family.


And this certainly wasn't going to help, but there was no way I was going to allow the van to succeed in its second attempt to take her life.

I dropped her and threw my hands out, catching the van before it could touch the girl. The force of it hurled me back into the car parked beside her truck, and I could feel its frame buckle behind my shoulders. The van shuddered and shivered against the unyielding obstacle of my arms, and then swayed, balancing unstably on the two far tires.

If I moved my hands, the back tire of the van was going to fall onto her legs.

Oh, for the love of all that was holy, would the catastrophes never end? Was there anything else that could go wrong? I could hardly sit here, holding the van in the air, and wait for rescue. Nor could I throw the van away—there was the driver to consider, his thoughts incoherent with panic.

With an internal groan, I shoved the van so that it rocked away from us for an instant. As it fell back toward me, I caught it under the frame with my right hand while I wrapped my left arm around the girl's waist again and drug her out from under the van, pulling her tight up against my side. Her body moved limply as I swung her around so that her legs would be in the clear—was she conscious? How much damage had I done to her in my impromptu rescue attempt?

I let the van drop, now that it could not hurt her. It crashed to the pavement, all the windows shattering in unison.

I knew that I was in the middle of a crisis. How much had she seen? Had any other witnesses watched me materialize at her side and then juggle the van while I tried to keep her out from under it? These questions should be my biggest concern.

But I was too anxious to really care about the threat of exposure as much as I should. Too panic-stricken that I might have injured her myself in my effort to protect her. Too frightened to have her this close to me, knowing what I would smell if I allowed myself to inhale. Too aware of the heat of her soft body, pressed against mine—even through the double obstacle of our jackets, I could feel that heat…

The first fear was the greatest fear. As the screaming of the witnesses erupted around me, I learned down to examine her face, to see if she was conscious—hoping fiercely that she was not bleeding anywhere.

Her eyes were open, staring in shock.


I was pulled out of my thoughts by the raised voices of my siblings.

"…I know, Jasper! But this is just going to have to come before your own personal entertainment via putting Emmett through this torture!" Alice was yelling (at Jasper? Wow, she must really be ticked…)

Where were Carlisle and Esme? Surely they wouldn't stand for us arguing so. I glanced around but they were nowhere to be seen. I turned my focus inwards then, opting to search instead for the sounds of their thoughts. I found them easily. Apparently they'd already given a fair attempt at sorting things out, but it proved to them easier to just let things play out on their own…with them at a short distance away.

I returned my attention back to the argument in front of me.

"Come on, Jasper!" Emmett pleaded, "I've already read a ton, and I've already had an hour added to my sentence as it is! Why don't you—"

"Aha!" Jasper cried, "Another strike!"

"That's it!" Emmett growled launching himself at Jasper.

I quickly scrambled to my feet and Alice, Rose, and I pulled them apart.

"Calm down!" I yelled at the two of them, so I secured Jasper's arms behind him so he couldn't go after Emmett. "Jasper, a lot of this is up to you. Come on, man, even I am feeling angry because your feelings are so strong."

"That's right, Jasper, calm down." Emmett said from where he was being restrained by Alice and Rose on the other side of the room.

"Shut it, Emmett," I said, "This is your fault, too."

The room went silent then as their breathing slowed, the tension in the room fading away.

"Okay, now, Jasper," Rose spoke up, "Emmett has taken his turn, and now it's someone else's turn. Okay?" she slowly, along with Alice, released Emmett.

"Fine." Jasper sighed, defeated pulling himself out of my now loose grip.

"Okay, so who will take over for Emmett?" Alice asked.

"I will," Rose sighed, holding her hand out for the book. I heard her thoughts, directed towards me.

It's not like I necessarily want to, but I'm helping Emmett out. Got it?

I nodded, as Alice placed the book in Rose's outstretched hand.

"Driving to school, I distracted myself from my fear of falling and unwanted speculations about Edward Cullen by thinking about Mike and Eric (I felt a flash of anger rise up inside me at the mention of their names) and the obvious difference in how teenage boys responded to me here. I was sure I looked exactly the same as I had in Phoenix. Maybe it was just that the boys back home had watched me pass slowly through all the awkward phases of adolescence and still thought of me that way. Perhaps it was because I was a novelty here, where novelties were few and far between. Possibly my crippling clumsiness was seen as endearing rather than pathetic, casting me as a damsel in distress. Whatever the reason, Mike's puppy dog behavior (Emmett snickered) and Eric's rivalry with him were disconcerting. I wasn't sure if I didn't prefer being ignored.

"My truck seemed to have no problem with the black ice that covered the roads. I drove very slowly, though, not wanting to carve a path of destruction through Main Street.

"When I got out of my truck at school, I saw why I'd had so little trouble. Something silver caught my eye, and I walked to the back at the truck—carefully holding the side for support—to examine my tires. There were thin chains crisscrossed in diamond shapes around them. Charlie had gotten up who know how early to put snow chains on my truck. My throat suddenly felt tight. I wasn't used to being taken care of, and Charlie's unspoken concern caught me by surprise."

So that was the reason behind her emotional moment so long ago. I felt a bit of sadness creep on me as well, remembering that moment again, longing again for Bella…

"I was standing by the back corner of the truck, struggling to fight back the sudden wave of emotion the snow chains had brought on, when I heard an odd sound.

"It was a high-pitched screech, and it was fast becoming painfully loud. I looked up, startled.

"I saw several things simultaneously. Nothing was moving in slow motion, the way it does in movies. Instead, the adrenaline rush seemed to make my brain work much faster, and I was able to absorb in clear detail several things at once.

"Edward Cullen was standing four cars down from me, staring at me in horror. His face stood out from a sea of faces, all frozen in the same mask of shock. But of more immediate importance was the dark blue van that was skidding, tires locked and squealing against the brakes, spinning wildly across the ice of the parking lot. It was going to hit the back corner of my truck, and I was standing between them. I didn't even have time to close my eyes."

A/N: Thanks to all of you for reading this story, it means so much! Please review! Speaking of reviews and such, here are some review replies and thank you's I've been previously unable to send out:

Tara: Yes, yes it is that fateful chapter. I hope to include a couple of the other Cullens' reactions to the accident later in the chapter:)

moi: Here you go! And as for Breaking Dawn, they do have it in their possession but it'll be quite a while before they read that (if they even get as far as that...) All I can promise is that they'll at least get to New Moon (Cause I wrote that in the summary, but no further spoilers!)

Diana: Oh, thank you SO much, I'm glad you like it! And I'm sorry it took me so ridiculously long to update:( Please forgive me? *puppy dog face*

Caiti Scarlett: Are you kidding me? I am FAR from uninterested in this story! It's one of my favorites! (Contending with "Sunlight") And it is a bit tedious at times, but by doing so I don't just skim over the book and can take the time to try to look at it from the perspective of the Cullens:) And I can't just have them get anxious and skip to the next book because I have a plan for when they need to read a certain part of that one *winkwinknudgenudge* But I won't spill the beans past that...

Diana: First, if this is the SAME Diana as the first-Dang you're persistent! And thank you for being so! Sometimes I need someone hounding me about updating my stories. It's you guys reviews that keep me going (in addition to my own desire of course).

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