FROM BITE TO BITE

Summary: Edwards life from the moment he receives his bite, to the moment he gives Bella her bite, and of course, everything in between.

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any of the characters, if I did… well I wouldn't be sitting here writing about them J

PROLOGUE

The last full memory I had, was of spending the day with my parents in the garden of our home in Chicago. It had been a hot day towards the end of September, just as summer was ending and autumn beginning. The leaves just starting to brown on the trees, and the days getting shorter. I remember excusing myself before going up to my bedroom, the start of a headache just coming on, and that's where it starts to get blurry.

I wasn't quite sure where I was right now. In a bed, I knew that much, but it didn't feel familiar. The sheets weren't of the quality I was used to, they scratched and were rather thin. Every time I tried to open my eyes to take in my surroundings, I got a large stab of pain in my head and the light blinded me.

I was vaguely aware of someone kissing my forehead, wiping the sweat from my face and murmuring comforting words. Most likely my mother, she had never outgrown the habit of babying me, although she thankfully never did in public anymore. That didn't always stop her from embarrassing me in front of our neighbours, especially when she insisted that I was still her little boy and that I wouldn't be going off to fight in the war. Honestly, I'm seventeen! As soon as I turn eighteen I'm off to fight for my country, no matter what she says. I won't allow myself to be left behind while all my friends go away and become heroes. I love my mother more than anything in this world, but she has to understand that it's something I have to do.

Fingers as cold as ice pressed against my pulse. I must be hotter than I thought I was, maybe I'd caught a bad cold and my mother had sent for someone to come and see to me. As soon as I can open my eyes and sit up with no pain, I'll make sure to thank her, and of course the person she had sent for.

"Oh, Edward, darling. Please speak to me, let me know that you're okay."

She was worrying about me, not that that was unusual in itself, but she sounded more worried than I'd ever heard her before. I longed to just tell her that I was fine, or would be in an hour or two, I just needed some sleep, but I couldn't get my lips to move and form the words.

"Mrs Masen, please get back into bed. You aren't doing you or Edward any favours by over-exerting yourself like this. Let the doctors and nurses do their jobs, please."

A voice I'd never heard before, entered my mind. It was clearly male, but it wasn't so clear what he was - surely a voice like that was too inhuman to be a human?

"But Dr. Cullen, he's my baby. I need to help him!"

Growing bored of the conversation, I attempted to clear my mind, gradually slipping into an uncomfortable sleep before I was awoken again - or as awake as I could be without being able to open my eyes or move in any way.

It was a strange feeling not being able to do anything. A strange feeling being so hot and not being able to cool myself down, a strange feeling wanting to talk but not being able to make my lips form the shapes or my throat form the sounds. I tried to see if I could hear any more conversations going on around me but all I could make out were fragments of speech, not really relating to each other.

Maybe I'd eaten something funny while I was with my parents that day, was it yesterday? The day before? That was most likely it, and my parents would therefore have to fire the housekeeper. Lovely lady, almost like a friendly aunt to me, but if I was feeling this way because of her - there would be no chance of her staying. Father was probably sorting it out now. I couldn't help but feel a stab of sadness at this.

"Save him."

A strange raspy voice called out. Save who? I certainly couldn't save any one in my current state - it really was frustrating being like this.

"Do everything in your power."

This was strange, I don't have any power that can be used right now. I'm as weak as a kitten, not able to move a single muscle.

"What others cannot do, that is what you must do."

What can I do that others cannot? I'm fairly good at the piano, and that's me being modest, but I'm certainly not the best and what use would a piano be now, even if I were able to move?

That's when everything faded away, the voices, everything. It was peaceful, and I found myself with the slightest smile upon my face. Then the strangest sensation swept over me, like I'd been picked up and was speeding through space, like there was nothing pulling me back and then the burning pain started.

AN: I know that Edward would have most likely been unconscious while he was in the hospital, but I just thought it would be more interesting if his body wasn't functioning but his mind was. Next chapter will be his change, and will also be much longer (this was just setting the scene really).

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