Disclaimer: So tell me in Twilight is there a girl named Caylyn that Edward dumps Bella for? That he falls in love with has a baby and then changes her? There isn't? Oh… well then I guess Twilight isn't mine… cause if it was that's how the story would go… I'm Caylyn by the way, and the girl that really owns Twilight, her name is Stephanie Meyers, she's almost as great as J.k Rowling.!

This story was inspired by the song Love Story by Taylor Swift.

Just pretend that the Spanish Influenza was in the 14thcentury (1300's) thanks!

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I had grown up knowing nothing but loneliness. My life had been secluded from the outside world, for father was a rich nobleman, he said the world was too disgusting for a girl of my age. He wouldn't let me leave the manor. My mother Renee had passed away when I was only a small child, and so I spent my days with only myself and my books.

I was fifteen when my life truly began. It had been a typical day, I was sitting in my room studying, unlike most girl my age I loved to read and write, and although my father would never allow me to attend school I took lessons from my house keepers and nannies, but having out grown both I was left to continue my studies on my own.

"Miss Swan?" A gentle voice sounded from behind me. Esmeralda was a beautiful black goddess in my eyes, and I treated her with the utter most respect, despite my father's disapproval. She was my best friend, my sister.

I turn to her about to comment on her saying my name so formally. Then I see a noble standing in the hallway and I realise that she would be punished for informally acknowledging me. "Yes?" I asked, winking at her knowingly.

She smiled half-heartedly. "Your father has requested your presence in his study y lady."

"Thanks, Essy." I whisper and I brush past, walking down the old hallway, and up the huge, beautiful staircase to the study.

I give myself a once over in the mirror on the wall outside the room, smoothing my hair and clothes. I wore a light blue gown, tightly fitted at the waist, this being controlled by the lacing in the back. It had three-quarter length sleeves end in long tippets. It was my best casual dress, a garment my mother had once worn when she had been my age.

"Father?" I say as I enter the dusty study. Books lined the magnificent walls all around me. Boring ones that I refused to read, but among them lay mother's old novels. Stories of great love and adventure, stories that I had read over and over.

"Isabelle!" He exclaims, standing from his desk. "Come here my girl I must tell you something." I sit across from my father, Sir Charles Duke of Marlborough.

"Isabelle it is time that you find a suitable bachelor," he says slowly, but seriously.

"You want me to marry father?" I ask, swallowing loudly. I had spent so long alone, reading about great loves, and now I was expected to just marry a stranger?

"You are fifteen, your cousin had two kids by the time she was your age," he says sternly, knowing the look I was giving him. "There will be a ball tomorrow, and you shall find a bachelor, or I shall find one for you. Is this understood my dear?"

"Yes father." I say reluctantly. He nods and motions for me to leave. I stand on shaky legs and run to my room without stopping.

Essy was by my side immediately, having closed my bedroom door behind her she sits on my bed next to me and wraps an arm around my shoulders. "Oh my sweet Belle. Do not fret, it'll be alright."

I glance up at her accusingly, "You knew," I whisper.

She nods slowly, looking guilty, "I'm sorry, he made us promise not to tell. We have already begun the preparations for the party."

I sigh, "I knew it was inevitable. I just wanted to be able to have a great adventure like the girls in my stories. I wanted to meet a knight, or a ruffian and marry him out of true love, after we had a great adventure together, you know?"

"I know darling," she replies hugging me tighter.

"But alas, I am not like those girls, I am simply a puppet in my father's ploy to gain more money and further build his reputation."

"I do not believe that. You will find the man you love. I promise, you will know what it is to love someone you can't live without."

I look into her eyes and I know that she was not lying, and that she knew from example exactly what she was talking about.

"I hope so Essy, I hope so."

The next day I spent all day preparing myself for the ball, with the help of Essy I looked more beautiful than I ever had. My long flowing brown hair was pinned up and out of my face, and my cheeks glowed a rosy pink.

I was ready to accept my fate as a housewife.

If only I knew.

I stood with three friends. Liana was heavily pregnant, Sarah-Bella was slightly drunk and Elizabeth was apparently bored. I had spent nearly two hours talking to all kinds of men, all of which were old, vile and incredibly rich. I had rejected them all.

"I am going to get another glass of wine." I said, bored with the conversation about child birth that my friends were having. They all nodded and continued talking as I walked away.

Of course on my way to get more wine, I trip over my own shadow and go tumbling backwards. But I was caught. I look up at the man that had caught me. He had bronze coloured hair and bright green eyes; and don't get me started on his smile.

"Thank you." I say a little breathlessly. He nods and stands me up straight, before striding off in another direction.

I walk briskly to the balcony, forgetting my drink and my friends; I sigh and take a deep breath, breathing in the summer air.

"Hello." The bronze haired man says, leaning on the railing beside me.

"Hello." I reply almost breathlessly, I was so taken aback by his appearance that I could hardly stand to look at him. I could feel my face grow hot.

"May I ask your name?" His voice is smooth and kind.

"It is Isabelle Swan, and yours kind sir?"

"I am Edward Mason. May I ask Miss Swan to dance at her own party?"

I pause for a moment, remembering the name Mason. My mother had once been engaged to a Mason, she had already met my father and had been arranged to marry him, but she had secretly been planning to run away with the man she loved. My father had of course found out and rushed the wedding, shunning the other man. I knew he had gotten married to another woman, but I had not known that they had had a son.

"Miss Swan?" He asked, looking into my eyes. My heart raced. Father would never let me dance with a Mason…

I nod slowly, unable to form actual words. He takes my hand in his own large, warm hand and leads me onto the floor. Then we dance, but only for ten minutes before my father came up. "Mason! What do you think you're doing dancing with my daughter!" He yells. I even flinch.

"Father-" I was cut off by Edward.

"I think I will leave now. Thank you for the dance Miss Swan."

I follow him out the room, chasing him down, as my father follows me sending promises of punishment my way. When I got to the stairs Edward was already half way down them when I reached them, I slipped and fell, tumbling only a step or two, finally landing on a step, tears in my eyes. "Edward!" I nearly yell.

From the bottom of the stairs he turns to look at me, he smiles a crooked smile and I knew I would never be able to let him go. It was love at first site, as though gravity had shifted and the world was revolving around him, his green eyes, and rosy cheeks.

My father stops at the top of the stairs, "Get out of my house Mason!"

Edward smiled turned sad, and he finally leaves the mansion.

"Isabelle, I never want you to see that boy ever again!" my father says. "He's nothing but trouble for this family."

I refuse to cry before my father, getting up and running to my bedroom.

Hours later I was sitting on my balcony reading my favourite love story, tears still fresh on my face When a pebble came flying and landed at my feet. I look over the balcony only to see Edward Mason standing on the ground getting ready to throw another pebble, "Edward!" I whispered.

"Meet me in the Garden!" He whispers back, running off.

I obey and run the gardens, the beautiful garden that went on for miles and miles across my land. Holding a lantern I wander down the stone path until he steps from the darkness. I run to him. "Edward!"

"Sh, we must keep quiet. We're dead if they know," his green eyes sparkled mischievously.

I nod. "Close your eyes." I tell him, he obeys. "Now, let's escape this town for a little while." He smiles at me and I lead him through the gardens that I had dedicated my life to growing.

"These are beautiful gardens." He tells me taking my hand.

"I remember that my mom used to tell me that my great grandmother had started growing it; my mother spent all her extra moments in life in these gardens. And when I was born and she died the last thing she told my father was to make sure that I looked after her garden."

He looked at me with his emerald eyes. "I am sorry."

I shook my head. "It's alright." I pulled him along hoping to drop the tender subject.

Two Months Later

"Why don't we run away?" I asked Edward after my latest quarrel with my father about my still unmarried life style. We had been sneaking off with each other, meeting in my mother's gardens every day. Now we feared it would be our last meeting, for his father was taking him away, not wanting to start anything with my father.

Edward smiled. "You want to run together?" I nodded enthusiastically.

"Then let's go I can have a carriage here within the hour!" I frowned.

"I didn't actually think…" He cut me off with a kiss.

"I love you." He whispered in my ear.

"You are everything to me," I whisper back, not wanting to ever leave him.

And so we ran, together, we created a life for ourselves in a small house in the country that he had built for us. We lived happily, him working at a nearby mill and me keeping a garden that I had started with bulbs and seeds from my mother's garden, and of course Esmeralda lived with us in the small house, she kept me company during the day when Edward was away.

It was two years later that our happiness was shattered. My father had found us, he had been desperate to get me back home, and so he finally agreed to allow me to marry Edward. I was so ecstatic when I told Edward, but he looked grim and sickly.

"I'm sick my lovely." He replied

"Sick? What do you mean love?" I asked, reaching for him.

"It's the influenza." He said keeping a distance from me. My jaw dropped, nearly all his co workers had died from the very same sickness. "And I must stay away from you, and get to a doctor it is our only chance love."

I nodded. "But what about our wedding, we finally convinced my father."

"I am sorry love, but it will have to wait."

I agreed and soon he was in a hospital back in our home town. Things seemed to be looking up, but in a single night his fever grew and I was rushed from his room. He didn't wake for two days.

"Edward, the nurse says you're improving," I whisper through my mask.

He looked up at me with sickly eyes, their once vibrant green faded to a dull color.

"Belle my love, I fear we will not be able to marry," he croaked.

I shook my head, having already thought of that. "No Edward, I have asked the nurses if we can be married here. They will allow it," though they couldn't really see the point in us getting married at all.

An hour later we sat next to each other, a priest asking us to recite our vows.

"Isabelle Swan, all my life I had been taught to hate the Swan name, but I couldn't ask for a more beautiful, kind and loving Swan. I love you more than my very being, from the moment I saw you I knew that I had to be with you. I promise that I will never leave you my love. I will remain in your heart, locked away for no one else to love but you," by the end of the short speech he was gasping for breath, tears brimming his eyes, sweat beading on his forehead. I could tell that his fever had returned once more.

I reached for his hand, he pulled away slightly, but I grabbed hold of it, refusing to let it go. "Edward Mason, all my life I sat in my mother's gardens dreaming, and fantasizing about the day I would get my love story, my adventure. I never thought that it would come, but it did. The second you swept me off my feet I knew that life would never be the same without you, and so I swear Edward Mason that no matter what I will keep you locked in my heart for no one else to love. I love you with everything I am."

In the end Edward allowed me to kiss my hand and touch his hot cheek, he gave a strong shudder. "You are now Mrs Mason." He proclaimed happily, a cough coming through him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautiful diamond ring, it was simple and elegant, and everything I had ever wanted in a wedding ring. He pushed in onto my finger, his legs shaking. When it was on I lead him back to his bed, and then he closed his eyes. "I love you Isabelle." He whispered, and then he fell unconscious.

Dr Cullen came into the room. He had gleaming golden hair, golden eyes, and pale skin. If it wasn't for his eyes I would think that he was one of the legendary Night Devils, but stories clearly said their eyes gleamed bright red with a vicious hunger.

Dr. Cullen had been my family doctor for years, he had been the one to deliver me, and the he had been there when my mother had died. I had gone to him for my every bump and bruise, he was the best of the best, and I knew he would take care of my Edward, I trusted him.

He looked over Edward as I went to remove my mask, tears finally rolling down my cheeks. Dr. Cullen stopped my hand with his own icy cold one. "That's not a very good idea, please wait outside, I will be only a moment."

I gave a gasping sob, and left the room. I sat on the floor for hours, staring at my wedding ring. Silent tears dripping slowly down my face. I thought of all the moments I had had with the man whom I loved more than anything in my entire life.

Dr. Cullen finally emerged from the hospital room. I jumped up,"Dr. Cullen, please, please, tell me Edward will be alright." I sobbed.

HE shook his head. "I am afraid Miss Swan-"

"Mrs Mason." I cut in. He looked at me sympathetically and then continued. "Mrs Mason, I am afraid that Edward will not survive the hour, and I cannot allow you to go to him, it will only result in you having the same fate." I could barely breathe.

"No, please save him," I whispered looking into the man's eyes.

He put a cold hand on my shoulder, "Mrs. Mason I am so sorry," was all he said. I sobbed, my face falling into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and shushed me softly, "It's going to be alright. You'll be okay," his voice was soothing but his promises were false. So I let go of him and back away.

"Thank you for doing everything you could Dr. Cullen," I whispered running off.

I ran all the way to my old manor, and into my mother gardens. I went deep until I came to the edge where the wild flowers started, a vast meadow, so beautiful in the summer suns. Edward and I had spent many hours in that very place in the first few weeks of out relationship. I collapsed to my knees, wanting nothing more than to die.

Sitting there I started to scream and sob and scream some more. Then I saw her. Esmeralda, her black hair falling limply on her shoulders. She had crimson red eyes and her dress was ripped. Her corset was showing, and she was covered in dried blood. It was even caked to the side of her perfect lips. But this did not matter, she was still beautiful; even more so than before.

"Leave me Essy!" I demanded ignoring her strange look. Completely ignorant to the world around me. She growled at me. "I said leave me be!" Then she ran full force at me.

She bit me and I screamed. A second later her father, a man that I had seen once or twice before came tearing through the bushes. "Esmeralda! Stop!" he grabbed at her and she whipped around, taking him by the neck instead.

I stood and wobbled off, as far as I could before finally passing out from the blinding pain.

I awoke three days later, seeing the world through new eyes. Yes I had been bitten by a night devil, there was nothing left for me. My love was surely dead by now, and I was left with this life unbearable pain, forced to feed on others.

I locked myself in my mother's tomb, sitting beside her casket for days that turned into weeks, which eventually turned to months. I had never felt pain such as that. My whole body ached as I lay their writhing, so hungry.

In the early morning, nearly a year after my transformation, the scent of blood hit me and I couldn't control myself. I smashed through the stone wall and tackled the wounded animal that had been limping by. A deer, and soon I found myself surrounded by the bodies of forest animals, my thirst finally quenched. I spent my years alone. Watching my family cry in grief for my apparent suicide. But then they stopped, and they grew old and died.

It was a hundred years later that I met Emily, a vampire like me, who had chosen the same lifestyle. Together we travelled all over the world, stopping to join the Volturi for a few years, but we left when our lifestyle was too hard to maintain around the other vampires. We stopped in Italy and France, China, even Canada. It was 278 years after the death of my husband that we stopped in the town of Forks. It was unfortunately my turn to attend high school while Emily got a job at the local hospital.

I was still lonely, though my new sister had helped me some. My heart still ached from the loss of my love, but here I was, once more attending High School. Little did I know my life was about to change forever.

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A/N: Ok, so you can all probably guess where this is going! Yay! REVIEW!