Prologue

Once upon a time, 92 years ago to be exact, our world was divided into two parts- Washington, and the magic kingdom of Volterra. These two territories were separated from each other by a wall made of stone, or 'the wall' as most prefer to call it. Our story begins in the little town besides the wall, in the human (or Washington) territory, Forks. Coming out of it, towards the wall, was a striking blond young man, who was named Carlisle Cullen.

"Carlisle, son, how are you doing today?" Said the old man who guarded the wall. Carlisle greeted him politely, and they started a conversation. When they were done with it, the old man turned back around, towards his chair, which was right next to the wall, and Carlisle ran for it. He threw himself across the wall towards the other side of the meadow, and ran towards what he only knew to be a field. It took a while for the old man to notice, but when he did, he began shouting profanities towards the way Carlisle had gone.

Carlisle was breathless, when he came across a town, he couldn't believe his eyes. There they were, witches, which were hunted all across Washington. Doing magic tricks at will, without being afraid of anyone noticing. Which no one did, everyone just continued walking as if this was average, just an average day. Well, it sure as hell was not for Carlisle. There were human eyes rolling around a vase, what he knew to be boo-doo dolls were there… It scared the living daylights out of him. He turned around the corner, that he first saw her. So beautiful, with her light caramel hair, heart-shaped face, sculpted cheek-bones, mesmerizing hazel eyes. She couldn't be any older than him, 26 years old, and she was the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen. She smiled at him, and it took even more breath out of him, his eyes widened. He looked her up and down, she was wearing a beautiful mauve dress, with black high-heels, and dark jewelry. (Dress on profile) When his view was suddenly blocked by a horrible beast. She had sun-burned skin, messy black hair, and a toad face. She looked about 70, although with that face, it probably made her look older than she was so she was about 50, thought Carlisle. She was scowling at him for an unknown reason.

"I have no time to deal with silly, little annoyances like yourself!" The black-haired woman shirked in a high, raspy, but deep voice turned her head back and beckoned for the beautiful woman to come stand there, "You, come here! I'm going to go deal with real customers now!" She snapped, turning towards a tall man with a beard, and expensive-looking robes. The girl walked towards Carlisle, hands on her hips. Her movements were oh so graceful, so gorgeous. Just as herself.

"See anything you like?" She asked him, in her soft voice, raising her caramel, thin eyebrows.

Carlisle snapped out of it, and looked at her, "Um," he could not manage anything else.

"I am Esme Volturi, it is very nice to meet you." She told him politely. Tilting her head and nodding it a bit.

Carlisle cleared his pale throat, "Hello, I agree, it is very nice to meet you to Ms. Volturi, I am Carlisle Cullen,"

"Well Mr. Cullen, I see you are interested in the Mauve resurrection flower, but, do not buy that one. Buy this one," she said, showing him a tiny, white flower.

"It's the Lucky charm as most call it, although it's original name is Enchantamento Prosperous." She said, winking at him. "All it will cost is," She murmured, putting the flower in his chest pocket, "a kiss" She finished, stepping forward, as she captured his lips in hers, in a rough kiss. He pushed his head forward, but otherwise did not move. He was too light-headed with the sweet cinnamon taste of her lips, and her sweet breath. Blimey, he thought, I could really spend the rest of my time doing this. She smiled, and broke away, licking her lips. She tapped his chest, and he opened his blue eyes, he looked down at her breath-less, she chuckled and left towards the red carriage. He frowned, as she sat down in the last step, noticing that the left black shoe she was wearing, had a black strap tied on it.

"I am a princess," She admitted, sitting down. "I was captured by Leah Clearwater, she's a witch. My great grandfather, King Royce the second, refused to make her his wife, so she got her revenge on the kingdom, by taking me, the one with the legacy for the kingdom." She had a sad smile in her face as she looked down. He had the urge to take her in his arms, out of a sudden. When he snapped back into the present, he took out a silver blade from his jacket's front right pocket, and tried to cut the silver rope that tied her to the carriage. It was ripped, for a second, before it went back to tie itself together magically. His blond, sculpted eyebrows furrowed, as he tried again. Esme sighed.

"This is not going to work, Carlisle, it's a magical rope," he looked at her dumb-folded.

"Nothing that I know of can break it, I would've tried it."

"If I can't get you out of here, what do you want from me?" He asked, looking at her rather fiercely and with lust visible in his blue eyes. She smiled, and beckoned him to come forward, he took her hand, as she led him into the red carriage, she closed the door, and this is how Edward Cullen was made.

:3 wat do u think? I rather like it... Lol.