A/N: This is my first attempt at Fan Fic so please be patient and all reviews welcomed I can only try and get better with your help.
This chapter may seem a bit dry but I need to set the scene so bear with me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters contained within it they are all the property of the wonderful Stephenie Meyer (but if Stephenie would let me I'd like to borrow Edward or Carlisle for a little while).
Bullet Proof Loneliness.
It was going to be a good show tonight, Edward could feel the anticipation rising from the large crowd packed into the club the way it had been lately since the reviews started and people started to pay more attention to his band. Of course he also had the benefit of being able to read the minds of everyone in the room. He could tell from those thoughts that a large proportion of the crowd was girls, and that they were mostly there to stare at him. "Edward is so fine.", "I wonder if he would ever date a fan?", "he's so sexy, I wonder what he looks like without his top on" these were by far some of the tamest of the thoughts that were passing through the crowds minds. Edward shuddered slightly at the thoughts 'If only they knew the truth' he thought.
"Five minutes guys" came a call from outside their dressing room door letting them know that it was almost time to go on.
Edward stepped over to the full length mirror that hung on the wall of their large dressing room, running his hand through his already messy bronze hair and looked into the reflection of his unusual purple eyes, psyching himself up to go onstage but in the process getting distracted by the hunger he could see deep in those unusually coloured eyes that everyone that saw him assumed were some sort of special custom order contacts, but were in fact only ordinary blue ones without any corrective properties. The purple colour came from the fact that he used them to disguise the red irises that would reveal his true nature to those around him.
For though he existed among the people of this world he was truly a monster and he could not risk anyone finding out his secret, the secret of his existence that he had been keeping since that fateful day in 1918 that he had kept solely to himself since he had chosen to reject his creators way of life all those years ago. He had just felt too restrained by Carlisle's choice of diet so he had set off on his own. Thinking about Carlisle threatened to send Edward on a little trip down memory lane as he realised that he hadn't thought of the man he once considered a father.
Fortunately Aiden the bands drummer chose that moment to nudge Edward, trying to get in front of the mirror. Edward chuckled "why are you worried about what you look like for? You are gonna be obscured by your kit anyway." He turned his attention back to his reflection quickly before Aiden could start an argument about girls loving a drummer and adjusted the red shirt he was wearing over the marble contours of his body, allowed himself a small smile in anticipation of what was to come after the show and then beckoned for the rest of his band mates to lead the way onstage.