A/N: Here's a 100 Prompt thing that I found on livejournal, except it's usually done with fanart, not fanfiction. But I changed it, and I chose to do the Cullen family (including Bella) for it. Each chapter will be in a different person's POV. Here's the first chapter.

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Beginnings (Edward's POV)

Everything was dark, but that last thing I remembered was a room of white, filled with other groans and moans of people suffering, just like me, just like my mother. Or at least, how I had been. At the moment, I felt no pain. I couldn't remember the last time I hadn't been in pain. The Spanish Infulenza had already taken my father's life, and I was sure that my mother had died. But was I dead? I felt like I had to be, because not only did I feel no pain, there was the dull murmur of some sort of voices, buzzing around in my head. I was positive I had to be insane now.

And I was hungry.

Not the normal hunger, but it was more of a thrist, for something I had never tasted before. But I wanted it, badly, whatever it was, and I wanted it now.

A door suddenly opened, flooding the room with light. A shadow passed through and candles flickered to life somewhere to the right. I was still laying on a couch, staring at the wooden ceiling.

A new scent caught my attention, which was odd, because I had never really been able to tell things apart. This smeeled almost rust-like, but there was softer, more appealing undertone to it. I could easily pick it out from the slightly perfumed air of the room, but it was mixed with the figure's scent, making it a more distinct smell.

I wanted it.

Without think, I leapt from the couch, leaping at the dark figure where the strongest part of the smell was coming from. A strong hand wrapped around my throat, lifting me up off the ground before I could even get within three feet of him. I struggled for a moment, pulling at the hand with surprising strength. I pulled it off my throat and scrambled back. The figure stepped into the light and I could see him more clearly, surprised to find Dr. Cullen staring back at me with his marble-like face, his eyes a soft amber color. His normally composed blonde locks of hair were pointed in several different directions, making him look slightly estranged. But what caught my attention was the few droplets of blood around his mouth, making him look demonic in a way.

"Control yourself Edward." He said in a soft, but very firm tone. I hissed in defiance and he took another step toward me. I lunged for him again, but instead of colliding with the doctor, I crashed into the sofa, flying backwards over it and in the process, knocking the sofa over and on top of me. I threw it off me with surprising strength. There was definately something new about me. Then I glanced toward the left, spotting myself in a mirror hanging from the wall.

My skin had turned to a deathly pale, marble like rock, my eyes a deep gold, almost black color. I looked beautiful and indestructible.

I looked dead.

What was I? I asked myself, slowly reaching for the place in my chest where I could feel my heartbeat.

Nothing.

Panicking slightly, I reached for my pulse in my throat and wrists. Nothing was there. I instantly turned toward Dr. Cullen. The voices in my head were still a dull murmur, but one stood out to me the most.

How am I to explain the tranformation to him? How to explain what he's become, just like myself?

It was in the voice of Dr. Cullen, who was looking at me intently.

"What do you need to explain to me?" I hissed, returning the sofa to it's normal position.

"Edward, I need you to listen to me very carefully." He began, taking a step toward me. "You're -."

"I'm dead aren't I?" I cut across him. He gave me a stern look.

"Define your sense of the word 'dead'." He said with a wry smile. "Edward, you're immortal. A vampire."

"What?" I asked, looking at this man as if he was insane.

"I was with your mother as she was whispering her dying breath. She wanted me to promise her that I would save you, not let you die of the Infulenza like so many others before you, including your father and now your mother. I made that promise, and as I came to check on you, your vitals were plunging, and I couldn't stop you from dying except in one way. I brought you here three nights ago and changed you into what I am. You've been screaming and been in pain for the past three days, but now that you're awake, I feel hardly any regrets about changing you into a vampire. You lived Edward, just like your mother wanted you to. Now you'll live forever." He spoke quietly in a beautiful tone. I had never really Dr. Cullen speak that much before, but now I seen why he usually had all the nurses falling all over him.

Hours later, I sat alone on the roof of the building where he lived. It was to be my new home, and Carlisle, as I had learned his first name, was to be like my father now. He was pretty much the only 'family' I had left. He had changed me, saved me from an early grave, so I would have to consider like family. He had already gone back to work, at the hospital, leaving me alone to take in everything he had explained. He had fed me, the rust-like smell I had learned was blood. I was repulsed by the fact that I woudl now have to drink it, although with my new body, it tasted like the most excellent of foods. But Carlisle wouldn't allow human blood to pass through my lips - no, it was animal blood, just like he ate. My eyes now reflected a golden amber instead of their old, emerald green.

In short, I was damned to an eternal life as a monster.

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A/N: I hope I captured Edward's personality well enough. I've haven't written Twilight fics for a while. But I hope you enjoy. Next chapter will be up soon!