Ok everybody. I want your opinion on something. How would you feel if after I finish my other story, which is still untitled, I write another crossover. It would be a Hannibal Rising x Twilight crossover. Here is the prologue. Tell me if I should continue this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the Hannibal movies.

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EPOV

My name is Edward Masen; I am an orphan. My family was all killed eight years ago during WWII, well, all but myself and my Aunt Esme and Uncle Carlisle. I spent seven years in my own home as an orphan after it became a Russian orphan house. I can still remember the day my life changed…

Flashback: Eight Years Ago

"Come on, Edward. Bring Mischa to your father and help me," my frantic mother said, pulling me towards my sister's room. She walked away as soon as I was in Mischa's room.

My little four-year-old sister was sitting on the floor, watching the lake outside of her window. It was the perfect view, the trees swaying in the breeze, the gentle rolling of the surface of the water, the grey clouds slowly drifting by. I wanted to stay and watch the scene with my sister like we used to, but I knew we had to leave. I grabbed her hand and gathered her in my arms. As I was walking out the door, a loud boom sounded from outside. I started to walk faster, wondering if everything was alright. My parents wouldn't tell e anything other than the fighting would end in a few days, at most.

I walked out the front door, Mischa still in my arms, and went up to my father. "There's my little girl," he said, sitting her in the wagon. I remembered what my mother said and went to find her.

She was rushing around her room, gathering this and that from different places. She handed me a wooden box and told me to follow her. She walked over to the table and opened the lid on the box. "We need to hurry," she said, putting her jewelry in the box. She then led me over to the fireplace. She was putting her valuable jewelry in the box, why go to the dusty fireplace?

'Ohhh…' She put her hand under the mantle and opened a secret compartment. I was just tall enough to look inside. She had even more jewelry and a stack of letters. She grabbed the jewelry and was about to take the letters, but my father ran by the door and yelled at us to go. She huffed and closed the compartment. I would have to remember that for a later date.

When we got outside, my father helped Mother step into the wagon, seeing as there was no step. He then lifted me up and sat me down in the wagon also. "Driver," was all Father said before the wagon started moving. He and some others were walking behind the wagon, helping to push it.

"Don't worry Edward," he said to me, "We will be back home in a matter of days, just wait for the fighting to calm down." I had a feeling something bad was about to happen soon, but I couldn't even imagine.

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I know, kinda short, but I didn't want to write too much if you guys don't like it. Please review and tell me if I should continue it.