A/N: Hey peoples, so this is my first fic ever here on fanfiction and i'm actually using an old piece of work that i'd completely forgotten about but found recently and decided to make a few quick edits to (so sorry if the flow is crappy, i was young and i don't have a beta). i remember it took a lot of debating on who i wanted to make the two main characters. i knew from the get-go that it would definitely be a Twilight fic and that i wanted to include Edward, but it took about 4 different tries on who i would pair him up with; i'd thought about Jasper (because EJfics are usually hot), i thought about Emmett, hell i'd even thought about James, and i'm still not completely sure with the choice i've made. so it would be really helpful if you guys could tell me if you think another character might of better suited the role i put Jacob in. Oh, and sorry for the length, i intend to make my chapters longer than this in the future, i just wanted to get something out there and get a taste of how this story will be perceived while i have the time. Thanks for taking the time to read my story (and hopefully this long ass authors note).

Disclaimer: please note that all and any recognizable characters in this story belong to Stephanie Meyer (you know, the women who should have finished Midnight Sun no matter how "upset" she was...) No copy write infringement is intended.

Chapter 1: The beginning of the End

"Edward, it's just for a little while until his bed arrives. Please, just do this for me, okay? It won't be for long, I promise."

"Mom, it's not fair! I'm nearly twenty-one! He just turned eighteen. I'm over that whole teenage bullshit. I'm a goddamn adult! "

Her bright green eyes darkened to hard emeralds, hands flying to her hips. "Don't you use that language with me, Edward Mason! I won't have it!" She closed her eyes briefly and she took a calming breath then her gaze softened, her hand reaching up to cup my cheek. "Please, baby. It was his idea! He thought it would give you two a chance to get to know each other. Just for a few nights, that's all I'm asking."

"Just because you're getting married, doesn't mean you have to force him and his family on me!" I retort sharply. Childish, I know, but I still run inside my room, slam the door shut, and lock it. Now, don't judge me, I respect and love my mom and usually make it a point to never treat and shout at her like that, but as far as I could see, what she was about to subject me to was beyond mere yelling.

I could hear Carlisle's voice full of concern down the hallway, though my mother was quick to assure him that I was just having a bad day and I'd be fine with time.

Yeah, right. She could just keep telling herself that.

Her voice carried through my door. "Honey, we'll talk later, okay? Carlisle and I have to get ready for the party tonight!"

I didn't really care whether or not she got remarried, but did she have to get married to the father of a bullying jock? Besides the fact that my mother had held me back a year before sending me into the first grade, I landed myself into a psychiatric ward at the age of sixteen when I took a few too many painkillers. Apparently, they thought I was suicidal.

We were just like one of those cases most people only have to hear about on late night news channels. My kind father had decided to kill himself and take Mom and me with him when his stock went under and he lost everything. Thankfully, my Mom was a whole lot handier with a gun than I'd ever given her credit for. You just never think of your Mom baking cookies, crocheting blankets, and holding a .38 caliber in her nightstand. Unfortunately, good old Dad had managed to give me a nice piercing in my stomach with a large kitchen knife before Mom came in like Billy The Kid –hence, the painkillers that I may have taken fifteen of instead of the recommended dosage of one.

Depression wasn't really what I would call what I went through. And yet, I was still forced to see a counselor for months on end, then forced into seeing the idiotic counselors at school when they finally thought I was safe to return. Though I begged my mother to allow me to just get my GED instead of going back to high school two years older than everyone else, she politely declined and told me that with my baby face no one would know I was older than them unless I told them. Goody.

So here I was, twenty years old, just finishing high school, and somehow still looking like I should be about sixteen because, like my Mom had told me, I had a baby face. Now my Mom was marrying Carlisle. I didn't have much of a problem with Carlisle; he was a good guy, if just a tad too optimistic for my taste. Even his little twelve-year-old twerp, Alice, was okay, who was thrilled beyond belief because Mom –ever the interior decorator- had turned the attic into a bedroom just for her. It was his older son, Jacob, with whom I had a problem.

Jacob had picked on me in high school merely because he was bigger. He knew I was older and used it to his advantage. He would torment and then threaten me, saying that if I lifted a hand to him, he'd tell the counselors I was a child abuser and have me locked away. I didn't really know if he could do this or not, so I did nothing. I don't know why the kid intimidated me, but he did. A lot. Being older didn't really do much considering he was bigger than me. He was the All-Star quarterback of our school, popular, naturally tan, weight lifted obsessively, and standing at six foot looked like a god. Me, I was ridiculously pale, had glasses, a slim build, no friends, loved online RPG games obsessively, and was a small 5'7". I was lucky I was that tall, considering both my parents were under 5'4".

"Stupid jerk," I muttered as I turned on my laptop. "I bet it was his idea, just a new way to torment me now that we're not in school. As if the possibility of him ruining every holiday from here on out weren't enough." I quickly pulled up my favorite RPG site and logged on. Within minutes, I was quickly running through one of the more popular graveyards and killing skeletons, zombies, and specters alike and looting their bodies for anything I could sell back in town. "I am such a dork." I sigh to no one.

I was brought from my undead slaughtering when someone began picking the lock on my door. Unless Mom had found a new hobby, it could only be one person, the same person who had broken into my locker numerous times to disrupt my homework and make a general mess. I wanted to block the door, to tell him to go away he could move his stuff in later. But I could feel my chest starting to tighten with an impending attack. As my door swung open, I dove across my full sized bed to grab my inhaler on the nightstand.

Glaring at the unwelcome intruder, I quickly inhaled the medicine, tempted to take another four puffs, but really didn't want to have a repeat with counselors.

"Aw, what's the matter, Eddie? All that online porn a little too much stress for 'ya?" Jacob eyed my laptop, mock-concern quickly replaced as he smirked like he'd just come up with the funniest line ever thought of in all of history. I ignored the bait, narrowed my eyes further at him, and turned my computer farther away from him, protectively.

"It's Edward." I grit out hoarsely.

Douche. I added mentally.

He walked up to my bed, watching as I quickly averted my eyes and turned my head away from him.

"I didn't agree to this," I wheezed. It always took a minute before the inhaler began to work. Rising from the bed, I decided to ignore him, so I returned to my game. Thankfully, my guy was strong enough, he'd killed three skeletons while I was gone and was only slightly wounded.

"You don't have much of a choice, Eddie boy." I rolled my eyes. Jacob took no time in beginning to place several of his items around the room. "So, that was some hissy fit you decided to throw at Mom."

"Don't call her Mom."

"Well, she is going to be my Mom now that her and Dad are getting married." Jacob grinned over his shoulder as he dumped his football gear in the corner. College was fast approaching and football was the sole reason he was getting into the local college a few miles away. "What? Aren't you happy getting new siblings and your very own daddy?"

"Go screw yourself, Jacob." Though I said it under my breath, apparently he still heard me as suddenly he was there, leaning against my chair harshly, pushing me painfully into my desk. "Oof!"

"What was that, Edward? I don't think I heard you."

Now, I would have loved to push back in my chair and start a fight with the guy that was nearly a hundred pounds heavier than my skinny ass frame, but for obvious reasons, I was unable to. Instead, I leaned down nearly to my keyboard, gasping as the desk dug painfully into my stomach. "Get off of me."

Jacob leaned in close, his ridiculously warm breath ghosting against my cheek and neck. Goosebumps broke out over my arms. "Don't piss me off, brother of mine. We both know who would win if the two of us went at it."

Did he just smell me?

When he let me up, I took another puff of the inhaler, not sure if it was for my lack of breath or my nerves. This guy always made me edgy. Silently, I condemned my Mom again for telling me I had to sleep in the same room as this psycho.

I was so preoccupied, I didn't see the Skeleton Shadow come up and start beating the crap out of my character. "Damn it!"

"What?" He came back over and looked over my shoulder. "What are you playing?"

"Never mind. It's not for the brainy types like you," I said sarcastically, rapidly trying to heal my character and run at the same time. My character was good, but not good enough for the shadows yet.

Jacob began to laugh. "You named your character after yourself? Jeeze, you're such a dork."

"You're right, I should have named him something like, Shadow Killer, or Death Master, right?"

He sat back on the bed and stretched out with a grin. "I think I'm going to like having you for a brother, Eddie."

I eyed him suspiciously. "Why's that?"

He grinned evilly at me, but didn't say another word before he took his iPod out of his pocket, put his ear-buds in, and closed his eyes. I could tell the thing wasn't even turned on.

Douche.

I turned back to my computer "Damn it!"

Another fucking Skeleton Shadow! Can nothing go right in the world?

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A/N: sooo, wutcha think? way too OOC? too unrealistic? not enough character development? drop a review and share your thoughts. even flames are welcome as long as they have a valid and constructive point to them.

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