(A/N: Hey everyone! I just wanted to tell you a little bit about this story, so please read this before you continue on. There wasn't enough room for my full summary in that little space that they give you when you upload it, and I suck at writing short summaries. I have to do long ones XD. Sorry! LOL. Anywhoo, here it is:

The story begins in the summer of 1918. Edward is in the hospital, waiting for the Spanish Influenza to take him fully over, and pull him to the inevitable death that is nearly staring him straight in the eye. His father has just passed away from the disease, and his mother looks like she may be the next victim to this unescapable war going on between life and death. He has an odd dream of a brunette girl, with deep chocolate colored eyes. The girl from another time. The girl he's never met, yet he knows her. From Elizabeth Masens' last words, Carlisle is finally decided upon turning Edward into a vampire. A few years after his rebirth, Edward has become used to his new lifestyle, and more people have been added to their family. When a new girl moves to Forks, Washington, who looks oddly familiar, though she and Edward have never met, what will happen? Will he finally remember who she is, from that long ago dream? Will he pay her no attention, wanting nothing to do with the strange dream becoming reality? Read on and find out! :)

Haha, so, as you can hopefully see, I've got MOST of the story planned out.. not all of it, LOL. The ending is working itself out in my mind. I have the skeleton of the story, and now I need to add the flesh, but that is all up to YOU. You need to review Reveiw REVIEW!! haha. Can't wait to see what you all say and think about it! Criticism is welcome! No Flames, please.

Year: 1918, Chicago, Illinois

Edward's POV:

I awoke from the dream with a start, causing the doctor across the room to look over at me, wondering whether the sickness was finally taking my body fully as its own, or if I was just going insane. He looked at me with knowing eyes, full of wisdom, and concern for all of his patients. It was a wonder that he hadn't caught this deadly bug yet, as most of the other doctors and nurses working in the hospital had. Once he realized that I was fine, or at least as fine as was possible for you to be when you had the Spanish Influenza, and turned his attention back to another patient.

I lay my head back down onto the thin pillow that was resting on the hospital bed, thinking more about my dream. It was a world completely out of this time. It looked more… technical. Like it was from the future…

The strangest part from my dream, and also the best, in my opinion, was the brunette girl with the deep chocolate, eyes, that communicated all her feelings. I had never seen this girl before, this I was sure of. I would've remembered her.

As I lay pondering over the girl, I began to become drowsy again. I was always sleeping these days, what with having this deadly disease that hardly even a fraction survived. I slowly drifted off to sleep once more, still thinking about the beautiful, pale brunette from my previous dream.

As I woke up, a few hours later, I could tell that my time was coming. Soon. I couldn't last much longer with all this pain. I had become pale, thin, and sickly in only a matter of a few weeks. I was lucky to have made it thus far. My father had already passed away, the previous day, and my mother looked like she could be next. However, that may be wrong. Maybe I was the next to go. I didn't know how bad off I was compared to her. I could be better, or I could be worse. All I knew was that, eventually I would die.

I was drowning in my own thoughts, not paying a mind to what was going on and being said around me. Still thinking about the lovely girl from my dreams.

Carlisle's POV:

I was, yet again, making rounds, checking up on all of the patients. None of them looked like they would make it much longer. I had just come in for my shift. I felt horrible going home each night to get sleep that I didn't need. I could help so much more here, but I had to keep up appearances. No one could find out about this secret.

I made my way to a frail woman, with strange, red-brown hair, it was almost a bronze color. Her son had also gotten that trait, along with her emerald green eyes, which were bright with emotion, despite the fact that she was closer to death with every passing second, every breath, every heartbeat. I wish there was more I could do for these humans, who were too weak to overcome the horrid disease taking over their bodies.

As I made it up to the side of Elizabeth Masen's bedside, she looked me straight in they eye. This surprised me for many reasons. Many people were immensely intimidated by my unnaturally topaz-colored eyes. Another reason was that many of the humans here were too far gone to be able to have their eyes concentrate on any one thing, they were too delusional and caught up in their own hallucinations.

Elizabeth, still staring me straight in the eye, began to speak to me, with such a strong, confident voice, that I would've thought impossible for someone who was on their deathbed.

"You need to save my son," she started "I know you can, Dr. Cullen. I know there's more you can do."

I looked at her, wondering if she was simply having one of her own hallucinations, or if she really knew something about me that no one was supposed to know. She seemed to sense my hesitation, because she went on.

"Dr. Cullen, I know you can help him. I know you're different. Special. You have to save my Edward. He's too young. He can't die. Not yet." she said, her voice getting weaker with every word. "He's too young." She repeated, even quieter.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about, Ms. Masen, I have no more ability to save anyone in here, than any of the other doctors do." I lied, trying to get her to believe, not wanting my secret to get out. That was the one thing that couldn't happen.

"You must save him. My Edward. He's too young, too young… He can't die, not yet, too young." She was becoming more incoherent with every word she said. She was drifting, slowly drifting. Then she was asleep, I could here her heartbeat begin to come at random intervals, not at a normal pace. Then, her heart began to stutter, and then stopped.

I knew she had known something about me. I had become fond of she and her son. They were the first and last of my patients that I visited when I came in for my shift. I could tell that she knew something. She may not be right on the mark, but she knew there was something different about me.

I looked over at her son, I knew he was awake, from his breathing, but I could tell that he was in his own hallucinations. Not paying attention to anything or anyone around him. He had heard nothing that his mother had said to me.

I walked over to him, which seemed to pull him out of his reverie, and sighed, just looking at him, not sure how to tell him what had just happened. Not sure it was the right thing to do. Afraid it would make his health worse that it already was.

Edward's POV:

I was snapped out of my daydream by the doctor, Carlisle Cullen, I believe. He was standing over me, just staring down, as if he were wondering about whether to do something with me or not. Then he crouched down so that his eyes were leveled with mine. He had strange eyes. They were a golden color. An eye color I'd never seen before worn by anyone. After his eyes were leveled with mine, he began to speak.

"Edward, I'm sorry to say that I have some bad news for you." He started. He didn't need to go farther, I knew what he was going to say, but he didn't realize that, and continued anyways. "You're mother has just passed on. She didn't make it."

A single tear escaped my eye. I had known it would happen, I had been getting myself ready for her death, and mine. What I hadn't realized was that I had still been hanging on to one last thread of hope. Hope that she and I would make it through this, and become healthy and strong once more, to be able to live our lives again. I had had dreams to go to war. She didn't like those dreams, afraid my life would be taken away, but I felt it my duty for my country. I had been excited about it. Now, the real war was here, in the hospital. The war was between life and death. The latter was winning this battle. I could feel myself growing weaker by the minute. I stared up at Carlisle, knowing he had something more he wanted to say, but I was unable to stay awake much longer. I drifted back to sleep, no longer thinking, nor hoping, that I would wake up again in the morning.

Carlisle's POV:

I stared at the young boy of seventeen, as he drifted back into a restless slumber. I had a feeling he wouldn't have another chance at opening his eyes. At having hope of living much longer. His last thread that had been holding him here, keeping him alive, had been his mother, not wanting her to go through the pain of knowing that both her loved ones had died. He had held on just for her, and now that there was nothing to fight for anymore, I could see that he didn't want to hang onto the thread anymore. He wanted to just let go, and fall. To fall and finally be at peace once again, rather than in pain and agony.

I made the decision quickly. I had been wanting to have someone for company for a long while now, but unwilling to kill an innocent victim, taking away their life, as mine had been taken away from me. I knew now that this boy, Edward, was going to die anyhow. Most likely within the next few hours. I decided on the spot, Elizabeth Masen's last words, last wish, last breath had been used up by saying such. She wanted me to help Edward with what I was able to do. She knew I could do something. She had made up my mind. I brought Elizabeth out the morgue, then went back in for Edward, picked him up and brought him out in that direction, too. No one noticed he was still alive. There was still too much chaos going on inside the hospital for anyone to notice his disappearance, and mine.

I jumped with him, over rooftops until I made it to my own living complex. I went inside, and carefully placed the boy down. I wasn't sure exactly how to do this, but I had a good theory that if I could just control myself enough to bite him, get some venom into him, and be done with that, that he would be like me. I didn't want to do this, yet I wanted to badly. I didn't want to put him through the most intense pain, that wouldn't even be imaginable for me if I hadn't experienced it myself. I didn't want to doom him to a life that he may not welcome at all. But I didn't give myself time to think too much about those things, knowing I would talk myself out of it, and watch the boy go to his death. A death that he didn't deserve. A death that was nearly looking him straight in the eyes. As I looked at the unconscious figure laying in front of me, I thought about him. The potential he had. He was a sweet boy. Always polite. I had never heard of him being the opposite. Everyone always spoke of him with fervor, wishing their own children were more like him.

I bit the inside of his wrist, and pulled away. I had much control with being around blood. It was hard for me, still, having the actual taste of it, the feel of it in my mouth, but I was strong enough to pull away. Thankfully. I repeated this in a few more places, his other wrist, his ankles, his neck, trying to make it so that the venom would spread faster, not wanting the poor boy in pain for too long a time.

Edward's POV:

I felt the doctors teeth go into me once more. Not understanding exactly what he was doing to me, but not having the energy to pay too much thought to it or even to ask.

That was when the pain started. As soon as I thought it couldn't get any harder to stand, as soon as I thought I would burst from the amount of pain and agony I was in, it intensified, vaulting up more than I thought possible.

What was Dr. Cullen doing to me? If he was going to kill me anyways, why couldn't he just let me die peacefully in my sleep, as I thought I was going to? Why did he have to put me through more pain that I had already been in? What was the point in him doing this to me? Was this his way of helping me? What kind of doctor was he?

I writhed in pain, not wanting to live another minute. I had no reason for living anymore. I had no family, and I didn't want to go through all of this pain, even if it meant that I would survive in the end. What was the point!?

I wasn't sure how long it had been. I didn't care. All I was aware of was the fact that the burning, the agony, the pain, had intensified way beyond the point that I would've thought imaginable. Only this wasn't imaginary. This was completely real. The burning was slowly making it's way to my heart. I knew that this was it for me. It was going to all be over soon. My heart sped, to a breakneck speed, not a speed that could be healthy for it at all. The burning, still intensifying, though, I didn't know how that was possible, was like molten lava, leaving a pathway through my veins, deadening them. Leaving nothing behind. I could begin to feel my fingertips come back to life, the fire leaving them, and allowing them to have a peaceful cooling feeling again. I didn't dare move them, though afraid that it would somehow cause more pain to the rest of my body which felt like it should be completely inflamed by now.

My heartbeat sped up further, then stuttered, and stopped completely. The burning fire going away, along with my last heartbeat.

A/N: Okay, so this is my newest story. I realize that I've started two other stories, and have only gotten the first chapter up, but i haven't gotten a lot of reviews. At all. Which is really disappointing :( I think this is my best story yet. I'll try and make the plot better as I go. Unlike with my other stories, I actually have everything planned out for this one. The other two, I'm just kind of writing as I go... and... yeah. LOL. Okay, I'm going to stop with my authors note [Yeah right! More like a rant, rather than a note, XD] and let you get on with your lives. Please comment/review. Leave ideas, maybe? I'm always open to suggestions. :) Oh, yeah, and also, I'm planning on going on all different perspectives and POV's on this story. Just to warn you all.. I was only going to to Edward to start with, but some parts where Carlisle is speaking (Like when he's talkign to Elizabeth) Edward isn't paying attention, and therefore, couldn't tell that part of the story. And I kind of like how it is with different POV's, so i'm going to keep it that way. :) Just a heads up! Remember, REVIEW :)

Hope you all enjoyed it!!!

~TwilightFanatic463