Edward Mason always knew he was different. He just never knew why. He lived with, well no one really. Mostly he just wandered the streets at night wondering why he could never sleep. Well that wasn't particulary true either. When he wandered the strrets his mind went blank, as if some whole other sense took over him. He could feel his body move, but he wasn't telling it to do so.
One night in particular he thought he heard a cry of pain but had no idea where it came from. But more than that, he knew he looked different. His once somewhat tanned skin was now pale white, his features perfect, angular. Too flawless. His muscles were more defined, his speed greatly increased. But worst of all, his eyes. Once a brilliant emerald green, were now blood red.
Edward refused to even look in a mirror so he had no idea that the past 5 years hadn't changed his appearence one bit. All he knew was that he never wanted to see those horrific eyes again and not know what had caused them to change.
Worse still, was he had no memory of anything except his old appearence, and a few other things that didn't seem important. He remembered pain, burning, screaming and wishing for death the clearest. Other than that all he remembered were things like his name, how much he loved music and how well he could play the piano.
Still other memories made no sense to him what so ever. He remembered a blonde man with pefect features similar to his own. He remembered a hospital bed with an unknown woman laying limp in it. He remembered roof tops flashing by as he strained to keep his eyes open. But the clearest image of all, was a woman. He knew he had never met her but somehow her image had filled his head once exactly 5 years ago.
He knew a lot about this woman. Her name was Esme, and she was the so called mate of the blonde haired man. The only thing he knew about the man was that his last name was Cullen as they were married and the image clarified her as Esme Cullen. Her hair was the color of caramel, her eyes kind and mother like. She was beautifull, just like her husband though he hated to admit it.
Another thing he hated to admit was the fact that he was longing to see them. He had no idea why but he wanted to see them again. He didn't even know the males name for heavens sake! That was always his excuse but he knew there was an awful lot more to it than that.
Esme looked like him to. The same pale skin, purple bruises under the eyes and flawless features. The only difference was her eyes were a golden color like her husbands. He wanted to know how they did that, what they were, how he could change his eyes to that more welcoming color. He wanted to know everything.
But more importantly he wanted to know why he zoned out. He had a therory and most of the times his therories were correct but he wanted to be certain. His therory was that if he actually saw what he did to gain the horrible color of his eyes he would want to kill himself. He had to be sure it was natural.
Plus he had another problem. He had to avoid people a lot. It seemed everytime one was near his throat would burn and he would zone out again. He had no idea what it meant though. Worse than that, he could hear them. And he was pretty sure they weren't speaking.
On the rare occasion that he would run into a female he would hear something along the lines of 'how on earth did god make a creature that gorgeous?'. He was confused by that. How could any one think he looked gorgeous when his eyes clearly screamed danger stay away!?
But that was the least of his worries. Right now, it flet like he was being followed, even if was currently zoned out, he could sense danger.
