Star crossed fate here! This is my first slash fic and my first Twilight fic. I had this plot, rather fantasy, stuck in my head for a long time and I had to write it down - because I couldn't find a similar story to read on FFN.
The prompt is (for those who'd like to write one like this):
Set in before America became independent. Edward moves from England to America and meets Jacob, a beautiful native. TopEdward/BottomJacob. If you want to have them as vampire and werewolf go ahead.
I don't know how to write a prompt, so if this is totally wrong forgive me! This is only my second fanfic, so I'm quite new to this whole thing (not the reading, but the writing). I was planning to post it when it was complete, but I just couldn't wait!
Warnings: SLASH, AU, OOC & some minor OC's
These characters does not belong to me, but to Stephenie Meyer. This story is my own though.
Prologue
Edward Cullen had been residing in the small town of Forks for less than a week with his father Carlisle and his sister Alice. They had come to the new world in search for a calm haven, something their old home in England no longer could provide.
He still had a hard time adjusting to everything. The new climate, the silence of the nature and the lack of people. He and his sister had grown up in the centre of London and were used to hearing people chattering, children playing, horse carriages on the street – everything that was a city! This! Just hearing nothing at all but the birds and the wind made him feel so, so… he couldn't even explain it! This strange feeling was so new to him, and he didn't know if it was in a good or a bad way. But he understood why they had to leave, why he had to say goodbye to everyone he knew and loved. His father needed this, they all probably did. Especially after all that had happened.
It hadn't always been just the three of them, less than a year ago they had been a big family, a whole family. He could still feel the presence of his two older brothers. They had been more than brothers to him, they had been his closest friends as well. He would forget himself and call out to them, or catch himself before he did. And every time he had done it had felt like someone had taken his heart and squeezed it for all it's worth. He had stopped by now. But the nightmares still came every night, like an old friend.
He remembered his sister, how her golden hair would dance in the wind and shine with the strength of a thousand suns. She had been so beautiful, a goddess misplaced on this earth – yet so kind, so very kind. Most of all, he remembered his mother. His wonderful, loving and kind mother. He could still remember her smell, the sweet smell of honey and milk, her soft hands and her voice. It was all etched in his mind.
They all had died in a fire, a horrible fire. It had been at a friend of the family's house, his mother and siblings where there for dinner. The three of them would have been there as well if he and Alice hadn't gotten sick, his father had stayed behind to take care of them, urging the rest to go and enjoy themselves. Edward knew how much his father blamed himself, for letting them go or not being there when it happened. It hadn't only been them who died in the fire, almost everyone in that house had. It had been such a horrible tragedy. One he would never forget. It was a lucky thing Alice still was so young, she wouldn't have the memories of them he had. It would be easier for her to start a new life.
Their father, after spending weeks in a shell like state, had decided that neither London nor England was a good place for them anymore. And he hadn't objected. Everything in their old city and house had reminded him of them, and he knew his father felt the same. So they sold their house and took a ship to America. And after travelling through the country a while they, more their father, had decided that the small town of Forks was perfect.