All the characters in this story that you don't already know from the Twilight series are based on actual people.

They belong to themselves, I believe. ;D

I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.

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SEAN'S POV

I gazed upward, into the dark night sky. It was the middle of the night, my favorite time. Quiet time. The clouds covered the entire expanse of it completely, a dark blanket hovering hundreds of feet in the air. Except for the moon. A bright, shining sun in the blackness of this world. It cast an eerie glow over the ground, and the large mansion just a few yards behind me. In the Californian suburbs. I hated that house, but had to live there anyway. Too brightly decorated, expensive, and elegant. Nothing in the place seemed real, everything fake. We've been slaves to that horrid house, or as close to slaves as you can get, my sister and I. Since we were five, we've been forced to work until our hands and feet were sore and covered in blisters every day. Sometimes Master, as we were taught to call him, beat us whenever we slacked off, if even a little bit. That kind of thing was-and still is-illegal, though that's what we've been put through all this time.

My sister and I were abandoned as babies and left on the doorstep of a foster home, with about fifteen or twenty other children. The couple that ran the place were poor, and desperate for money to feed all of us. So, when a rich man showed up offering to take two of us off their hands, and donate a large amount of money, they-of course-didn't refuse. So we ended up stuck there.

The only joy I got out of that life came from my sister, and our neighbors. Emmy has always joked about our situation to make us feel better. She was quite strange, honestly. Always getting into trouble with Master. I loved her very much, but I'd never admit it to her face. I've got to be manly, right?

Emmy. She was dying. Bio-terrorists had unleashed the variola virus, the one that causes smallpox unto America. Once strong, now a weak and suffering country. People all over were dying from the disease. It was a thing only thought of in of nightmares before. And soon, Emmy would be gone too. My only reason for putting up with the Master. Someone had to do something about it. My thoughts grew angry. My sister can't die. It's wrong. She's only fifteen, for crying out loud! What kind of a world is this? She's supposed to get married, have children, and die old asleep in her bed. Not like this. Not now.

A smooth, kind voice rang behind me. "Sean, what could you possibly be doing out here this late at night?" It was Carlisle. One of our next door neighbors. There was a faint hint of humor in his voice. He's always looking out for me, for some odd reason. I turned around, to be struck again by his perfection. He had very pale, marble skin, with bright gold eyes and light blond hair. He looked like a movie star, actually, better than a movie star. I've always been jealous of him. Not that I'd ever dare to say anything about it.

"I could ask the same thing about you, Carlisle," I replied. He chuckled, a soft, happy sound. "Ah, well, I love being out here at night. It's beautiful, isn't it?" He sat down, ten feet away from me, and I sighed. Who am I to know beauty? The kind that radiates from a person, inside and out. Sure, the Cullens look like Greek gods and goddesses brought to Earth. But there's more to it than that. Right?

He started again. "Your sister, Emily, I believe?"

I groaned. "No, Emmy. What about her?"

He smiled. "Well, according to how long she's been sick...My daughter, Alice has been looking after her, and-"

I scowled. "Alice? Why can't you just leave my sister alone?"

He started again, still politely. "She needs looking after. By a doctor. Are you a doctor, by any chance, young man?"

I groaned again.

"This may be hard...Very hard...Though it seems she could very soon die from this disease. Is it not?" He paused."Ah, well. I've seen how attached you are to her. If she were to pass on, I'm certain you would try, also. And I know of a way you could save her from her death. Though now...It seems completely necessary. Even though, it...Might be worse than death."

I looked up, after avoiding eye contact for a long time. "...Really?"

My train of thought was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps. "May I join you?" The voice was smooth, sincere and polite. Carlisle nodded to his adopted son, "of course, Edward." Edward was, in every way imaginable, perfect. He had bronze, spiky hair, golden eyes, and very pale skin, just like Carlisle. He was kind, strong and reserved. I quite honestly have often dreamed of being just like him one day. He had a beautiful, fully devoted girlfriend, a supporting, loving family...everything I've always desired. Though I'll never admit to my jealousy.

The three of us hadn't been sitting together any longer than fifteen minutes by the time I'd decided to leave. "I think I'll turn in for the night," I said, yawning. "All right, well good night, Sean," Edward replied in that smooth tone of his.

I walked up to the door of the mansion, pondering on what good the future could possibly hold for my sister and I.