Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize belongs to me. Just a warning: This isn't super cannon.
"This one's for you," he said softly, looking into the crowd for the girl he knew was absent. How did he know? She didn't exist. Not yet.
Edward Cullen began to play another soothing melody on the house piano of a tiny bar that had become his second home. He could feel the gazes of his audience whose thoughts he tried desperately to block out, but of course that was impossible. He could hear everybody he came near, and sometimes, those he wasn't so near to. It had been that way ever since he'd been turned into a Vampire.
The voices bled into his thoughts and tainted his once beautiful melodies with unintelligent opinions:
"He's so cute. I wonder if..."
"I'd very much like him in my bed tonight...I wonder how much money...."
"I'm so gorgeous... I wonder when Edward's going to come home."
This last one caught his attention. His fingers caught on the ivory keys as he glared into the crowd, searching out one of the people he'd been trying to forget: Rosalie.
"I'm sorry," he muttered quietly once he'd gotten visual confirmation of her presence. He floated down the stairs from the raised platform on which the piano sat, and headed straight for the door.
The vampire girl followed him, unaffected by the chill of the frosty December evening. "Edward," she said almost inaudibly.
He whipped around half-angrily. "What?"
"There's something you need to know," she said, her syllables weaving together so that human ears couldn't make sense of them. Edward raised his perfect eyebrows, wondering idly why she was in the city. "There's...a girl."
"A girl..." Edward repeated, trying not to get upset with his sister for taking her time.
Rosalie huffed an impatient sigh. "Carlisle is allowing a girl and her mate to live with us." she spat. For once, Edward had nothing to say. This seemed to please Rosalie. "Obviously, Carlisle trusts them, but I need to know what they're thinking."
Edward thought this over for a moment or two, then set his expression and said "A short trip couldn't do any harm."
Rosalie beamed her gorgeous smile, and grabbed his arm, sweeping him into the shadowy forest from which they could run properly.
A/N-Being a prologue, this is a very short not-chapter. A pink frosted cookie goes to the first one to guess who's staying with the Cullens. I'll give you a hint: It's not very hard.