Chapter 1

The means of a beginning.

Edward James Cullens sat by the window in his over sized bedroom over looking a beautiful landscape. The perfect crystal clean water below him moved at a still pace. He could see his family's servants working to catch fish for there later feast. What the servants didn't know is that the Cullens hated the food they served them and his father punished the servants for it. It makes Edward sad that his family had such an intense cruel side the way they do. It was never the over worked servants faults that his family only ate food to keep what they really were a secret. He loved his family so much but ever since they were all turned, nothing had been the same. There need for blood increases every day and that scares him even more then putting his lips to an innocent women's flesh. When he closed his eyes Edward could still see the blood shed that happen to the village where they had visited that day. He and his family had been visiting there grandmother when a bunch of unknown monsters had come to the village with torches, burning all the houses and stores down before there eyes. He could still hear the screams for help, the pleads for there survival. How he and his family had not died that day was a mystery to all of them. The only clue they had ever come upon was a man, he had shown up on there door step telling them nothing else then what they were and what their new abilities were, abilities that his family has taken for granted.

Edward shoved his painful memories away before he took a deep breath and looked up at the breath taking mountains that formed around the water. As always they were huge and beautiful, he liked them best at night because you could only see the outline of them through the darkness, which left a mystery to the beautiful work of art. Most of all he loved this place because he felt strangely safe and comforted here, it was his place to escape from reality. Even as a little kid he would escape here and watch the wonderful worlds design. The beauty of the different colors. Edward turned his head as he heard someone approaching his room. Three slight knock fell lightly on his door.

"Come in." The door opened to show his father. Dressed in a silk white shirt and black fitted pant, his hair was in a lose pony tail that hung down his back.

"I have just came to tell you that our lovely servants have prepared are wonderful 'meal,'" his father explained. The sarcasm hung so deep in his voice it could have drown an entire army.

"Ok, father I'll be sure to be right down."

His father turned on his heels and made his way to the door, as always his father had a deadly swagger that told anyone never to be in his presence when angry. When he made it to the door he turned around to face him.

"We have something we need to discuss at dinner." Then he disappeared from sight.

Edward banged his head against the window in frustration. They always have something to talk about at dinner. For once Edward wished he could eat his nonsatisfying meal in peace. Ever since he became one of the undead his father has taken more of an interest in his 'life' then he ever had before. Usually Edward's father talks to him at dinner, considering thats really the only time the whole family is in the same room together. Grinding his teeth Edward pushed him self up from the windows ledge. He made his way to his over sized dresser and opened it to find his velvet black suit. He quickly replaced his current attire for the more elegant clothing and made his way to the first floor. On his way down to the eating room he spotted Justine putting more roses into the vase that was displayed in the upstairs hall. Edward walked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped in a startled reaction.

"Hey, there Justine," Edward greeted with a small smile.

She bowed her head to him.

"Hello prince Edward." Edward rolled his eyes at her before he spoke.

"Please address me as Edward."

Her face softened.

"As you wish," She promised him.

They stood there for a couple of awkward moments as Edward studied her features. She was a beautiful girl with her long blond hair curling around her heart shaped face and her pale blue eyes staring lustfully at him. Edward took his eyes off of her face to glance at her body. She was breathtaking with her long shapely legs and palm sized breasts.

"So, what are you planning for the night?" Edward asked her.

She gave him a seductive smile.

"Anything you wish from me," she all but purred.

Edward returned the smile and leaned closer to her, knowing what she was offering him. "I expected you in my bedchambers at ten o'clock." He then turned on his feet and made his way to the last place he wanted to be, with his family. As he reached his family they were all seated in there usual seats. All of them looked up at his approach. Edward sat down in his chair right next to his favourite family member, Alice.

"Hey, hot stuff what's happening," she laughed.

Honestly she was the only one he could now stand, unlike the others she was never cold and cruel.

"Nothing just tired."

She huffed at him.

"I am seriously getting worried about you, you have been extreamly tired the last few days."

She moved her hand to cheek his forehead but he pushed it away.

"Alice we're dead we don't run fevers," He told her in a frustrated tone.

She laughed nervously.

"Oh, yeah I seem to forget that a lot."

Edward rolled his eyes at her before he looked up to see his father watching him and quickly looked away. Alice noticed the fact that he was disturbed by his father's look.

"You know he wants to talk to you at dinner." She told me with sympathy in her eyes.

Great, Edward thought. He is going to be a jerk and say what he has to say to the whole family again, which will go something like this 'You need to man up son, you're the one I have picked to lead the family if anything ever happened to me. You are making me sick with all these feelings you hold inside. We are not human anymore were vampires. We feed from humans, not protect them. They are play toys to us.' Edwards stomach grew tight at the words his father had once told him with nothing but cold, dead eyes. Edward looked around at his family. They all looked the same. Rose with her perfect face, golden thick hair that hung down to her back and eyes like the ocean after a stormy night. Emmet with his boyish features and his strong toned body. Alice with her black short hair and her pixie face that held big brown chocolate eyes and Jasper with his cool and calm aura. Yet none of them were remotely close to what they used to be. It saddened him greatly. They ate in silence like they always did now a days.

"Edward," His father finally broke the silence. "I would like it if you came with me tomorrow to the Gilman's village."

Edward looked up from his soup. If that's all he was going to say then Edward was more then pleased how this evening had turned out.

"Yes, father I would love to go," Edward said turning back to his soup.

"Edward," his father said once again in a deeper voice. "Do you know why we are going?" Edward suddenly became nervous.

"No sir."

His father crossed his hands over his chest.

"We will be going for no other purpose then to feed and take woman back here to work for us," he explained in a dead cold tone.

Edwards hands started to shake and his eyes become foggy. Anger hit him like lightning hits the ground. Fast and deadly.

"Bullshit," Edward snarled rising to his feet. "I will not take part in that kind of violence and cruelty." All of the Cullens looked up at him.

"You will do as I say Edward," his father threatened.

"Ohhh, no I will not," Edward told his father in anger, slamming his chair into the table.

His father quickly rose to his feet, his golden eyes snapped with fire. When he spoke his voice was filled with venom.

"I never want to hear that tone used against me ever again. I have raised you from birth boy, fed you, clothed you and put a roof over your head. You will do as I please and you will go with no more further arguement."

Edward looked down at the sparkling clean floors in an attempted to hide the fury in his eyes. He could feel the wood of the chair cutting into his hand as he cluctched it with all his streangth. He could hear his servants fast heartbeats under there skin and craved the thick, rich, sweet blood that ran underneath their innocent human flesh. Edward pushed the tempting thought away before he finnaly looked up at his family with an cold expresstion. Alice cringed before my eyes.

"Yes father I will do as you wish, as long as your happy," Edward said between clenched teeth and with that he stormed to the one place he felt safe.

When Edward reached the hall outside of his room he nocticed the door was slightly ajar, he opened it to find Justine on his bed wearing nothing but her undergarments and looking at him with suductive eyes. He made his way toward her in sweet expectation. She pushed herself up from the bed to meet him half way. Once she was in his reach he grabbed her in his arms for a exstreamly hot and long kiss. Edward pulled back to look down at her.

"That was nice," she said breathlessly.

"It could be alot nicer if your clothes were not on your body."

She smiled up at him and urged him toward his bed. He went willingly. Edward knew he should not be taking advantanged of her like the way he was. All he wanted was to feel comforted and loved the way he used to feel but time had changed everthing and now he felt dead and cold inside. But for the moment of time the gentle feel of a womens touch on his skin made him shiver and feel alive again in more then one way. How he wished everything was back to normal, everything was bright again.

Edward pulled Justine's panties down to bare the most private part of her body and stared down at her with need. He placed his body between her legs and breathed in her scent. As he entered her he moaned out in delight, dear god this was going to be a great night.

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Writen by: Wendy Butler-Henderson.

Editing by: Leah Corner - user name: psychotic-flying-squirrel