Full Summary: 300 years in the future after WWIV, the Volturi rule what's left of the world. Edward is an ex-prince in hiding with the strange power to see a person's exact time of death. What happens when he meets a beautiful half-vamp with an amazing power and a death time that is constantly changing? AU. BxE.

Disclaimer- I do not own twilight. This story was also inspired by many other things like the movie 'Push' and an anime that I believe is called 'Death Note' but it could be something else. All I really own is this fanfic.

From the time of a human's birth, it is customary to ingrain religion into the minds of the young. It provides a sense of guidance and purpose that only an infinite, superior power could offer. It is the drive of humans that compels them to the end and restrains them from giving up before the earth is ready to take them back into its frigid depths.

From the time of my first human breath, I was drowned in the beliefs of Christianity. It was a simple road to take at the time; the road of light and dark, of black and white. I was rigid in my beliefs that humility would fly me to the glorious gates of heaven and that sin would drop me into the fiery pits of hell.

At my rebirth, however, I came to the realization that black and white could not coexist without the gray lying between them. That I could no longer follow the path of Christianity without exception. That my breaths would be optional for eternity. That I was trapped in this everlasting purgatory until I was carved out of it, either by my hand of ice or another's.

Flashback:

"Edward, run! Now! Get out now!" screamed Esme, the closest thing I had to a mother in my second life. She had burst into the throne room with Carlisle and the rest of our guards. They were all here to hold off the enemy. To protect me.

"No! Esme, I'm not leaving you! I'll stay and fight. We can bring them down together!" I couldn't leave the only family I had left to die.

"Edward!" Carlisle grabbed my wrist with all his strength. Our guards shielded the two of us as best they could. The Volturi army had shattered the windows. Brainwashed newborns climbed through the broken glass like it was water.

"Son, if you stay here, we all die and the Volturi have everything they need to rule for the rest of time. If you run now…son, don't let your mother and me die in vain. You can't give them what they want. You can avenge us someday, but for now go! You know they want the eye!" Carlisle commanded his last wish with fervor.

"I…I love you dad." My voice was but a whisper.

"I love you too, Edward. So does your mother," he choked out as he gave me one last fleeting embrace.

"Esme…" I breathed. How could I leave her without saying goodbye?

"There's no time, Edward. She knows. Now run and don't look back."

"But I…"

"Go!" he cried in pain, as a newborn broke though the guards and forced his teeth into his neck. I was out of time. I had to run now.

I thanked the heavens for the gift of exceptional speed they'd bestowed upon me. As I dangled one foot out of an unguarded window, I touched a hand to my eye patch and fleetingly scanned the room for Aro. I wanted to know his time of death more than anything in the world.

Then I saw Jane burst through the crowd, furiously twisting her tiny head this way and that, obviously searching for something…or someone. I took that as my cue to run.

I needed to run far away, out of England, out of Europe all together. I needed to go into hiding and go as far away from the war as possible. I needed a place where no one could find me and no one would search.

Then the perfect hiding spot came to mind. The country no one bothered to look to anymore. The shambled ruins of what was once considered the martial superpower of the world. The United States of America.

I ran with full speed toward the Atlantic shore and the new chapter of my perpetual life.

Here I stood in the empty streets of the deserted ghost town remains of Manhattan. After my three day long swim of the Atlantic Ocean I had ended up somewhere in New England. I'd fed off some dying elk and traveled down to New York for no reason other than distraction.

I was in denial. I could not believe that my family was dead and that my only purpose left in this half-life was to run away. To keep my feet moving for eternity so they could never find me. So they could never have the eye.

I moved step-by-step through the ruins of what was once one of the greatest cities in the world. Skyscrapers were bombed to the ground. Blood still lingered in the mounds of broken glass and shattered windows. Ash covered the trees and the rested on the concrete sidewalks. Houses acted as the final resting places for the decaying bodies of families who'd run out of time. Families like mine.

I'd ghosted the streets for about an hour now, not witnessing a single sign of life. Before this, I had witnessed a few survivors assembling in other states, reviving primitive means of survival. But here…nothing; not a human, animal, or newly sprouting plant. Everything was dead.

I traced my fingers along the ash covered glass of and old shop window and ducked into the dark alleyway next to it. At last I'd spotted a sign of life; a starving rat scurrying under a decaying newspaper. I commended myself for deciding to feed before I'd ventured down here.

Then, my vampire ears detected a new sound too large to be rat. I held my optional breath and darted my uncovered eye around the alley. Was it the Volturi? How could they have located me so quickly? This was it; I had failed my father's last wishes. I would finally experience my long deserved death.

"Show yourself!" I yelled with as much ferocity as I could into the alleyway. My voice echoed off the brick walls back to me. The stillness of the air felt unnatural. I knew I was not alone.

"I know you're there! You want to fight me?! Fine, fight me. I' m not afraid of you," I growled into the darkness. My words simply echoed back again and felt the anger rush through my dead body. I punched a hole into the brick wall beside me. "Damn it! Show yourself!"

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared before me. I could tell by her perfect silhouette that she was female. The shadow gripped a gun in both her hands and pointed it straight at me. A gun? A slow smile crept upon my face as I realized she was not affiliated with the Volturi.

"I'd save your bullets, sweetheart. I don't think they'll help you much here," I spoke condescendingly with a slight chuckle of relief.

"Who are you?!" said a voice that chimed like the most beautiful bell. She kept to the shadow, and I heard her cock the gun.

"I believe the more prudent question would be 'what am I?', but doesn't matter anyway. I wouldn't answer either." I smirked. I wasn't sure how this girl managed to find herself alone in this wasteland and though I pitied her situation, she was still the greatest form of entertainment I'd found here.

I suddenly had the greatest urge to injure myself. The force was overwhelming. Without my mind's consent I found myself gripping the brick wall and bashing my skull into it repeatedly, breaking through. I couldn't restrain myself. What was happening to me? Why was I doing this? Was I going insane?

"Just tell me when you'd like to stop," chimed the beautiful voice. It was her?! She was forcing me to do this? Was she a vampire?

"Stop!" I cried as more crushed cement dusted my face. The urge stopped immediately. I'd never witnessed such a dangerous power before. Others could simply kill you, but she could torture you until you died. I looked to the shadow with horror.

A goddess stepped out the darkness that shrouded her. She was of average height, thin, and blessed with delicate curves wrapped in skin of creamy ivory. Long mahogany tresses cascaded down her back and framed her perfect angel-carved face, adorned with full cherry lips, long lashes, and chocolate brown eyes.

After I took in her otherworldly beauty I noticed the strange outfit that hung on her delicate frame. She wore a short, silk, light blue dress that I could only assume was once a nightgown before it was ripped and bloodied from activities unknown to me. She also wore dirty, brown combat boots that were obviously too large for her and meant for men. I wondered whose body she'd stolen them off of and whether or not they were already dead when she'd encountered them.

I was so panicked and confused. She couldn't be human because of her power but she couldn't be a vampire either because of her eye color and the warm blood I could sense rushing through her veins.

Though I feared her, I needed some kind of clue to what she was. I lifted the patch from my green eye.

"Your…your eyes are different colors," the goddess gasped. For possibly the most dangerous women I'd ever meet, she surely didn't act the part.

"Yeah, well your dress is ripped," I countered, slightly offended that the most gorgeous being in the world had noticed my flaw.

I studied the time of her death with my green eye, floating above her head in red. If anything the numbers had drawn me further from the truth. They kept changing, faster than I'd ever seen before. Two years from now, three hours from now, a thousand years from now…I'd hoped it would be a stable time; one showing a normal human's death or one showing an immortal's. But hers…hers just added more questions.

"What are you doing?!" she squealed sounding almost fearful, staring at the eye and backing up involuntarily. It was so backwards. I should be afraid of her and her me, not the other way around. For some reason however, I knew that this girl wouldn't harm me. Well, either that or I was too fascinated to care.

I took a step closer to her and heat radiated off of her skin. As soon as I felt it, realization dawned on me; she was a half-vampire.

"Don't come any closer," she squeaked, "I'll-I'll do it again!"

"What's your name?" I pushed, ignoring her empty threat.

"B-Bella…I think," she stated with uncertainty in her wide, chocolate eyes.

"You think?" I asked gently. No wonder she seemed so panicked and confused. The poor girl was all alone and didn't even know her own name.

"Well, that's what it says on this," she replied wincing, lifting her delicate wrist to me. Wrapped around it was a plastic hospital band and I gently held her wrist to study it. Most of the wording was scratched off. The only part of her name left was 'Bella'. All other information was gone forever. I turned it over and made out the words 'mental hospital'. The name of the institution was lost as well.

"You never told me what you were doing before," she mumbled quietly. I was amazed at her lack of prudence. If I had her power, she would have been dead long before I'd gotten a chance to look at her. She obviously didn't know anything about the world or her past. I came to the conclusion that allowing her the truth wouldn't be dangerous.

"I was checking to see when you die," I stated simply. I'd realized I had been a bit too blunt when her shocked eyes stretched to the size of saucers.

"You can do that!? When am I going die?" she pleaded. It seemed she had no trust issues either if she could take such a statement without question.

"Well I don't know. It keeps changing," I stated truthfully, fear and realization of it's meaning sinking in only now.

"Is that bad? What does that mean?" I gulped down the lump in my throat.

"It means that either someone knows about you, or I'm more dangerous than I thought."

A/N: So... do you like it? Please review and let me know. Starting new stories scares me and I'm still really new to writing so I could use some help and encouragement. Also if you have any questions don't be afraid to ask. I'm sort of changing around the vampire rules in this story. Also I'm bad at geography so don't make fun of me please.

Thanks for Reading!

-Tetra (Pen Name)