Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to SM. This fanfic is based off of kenzerooni's "Ever After". The character, Liliana Montgomery, and some of the plot is hers.
Author's Note: As stated above, I've adopted this story from kenzerooni, and most things are different. I really hope that you like it. :)
Translations will most likely be wrong. I used Google Translate, and it's notorious for it's errors.
And So The Lioness Ate The Lamb
Chapter 1
Memories
Liliana Montgomery
They say that what you want to remember is the first thing that goes. They say that you'll always remember what you wish you could forget. I suppose that it's true, seeing as how that's how my memory's gone. Except that, once you become a vampire, you're supposed to forget your human life—I can't seem to stop remembering it.
Every single moment of my life with Edward Anthony Mason, is permanently etched into my mind. I can remember each day with perfect clarity no matter what age I was. I can see it from any person's point of view. I suppose that that's because of my curse.
Some vampires, namely my 'friend' Aro, would debate that it's a gift, but it's not. It traps me within my own mind, forcing up memories that I've buried. And that's my 'power'. Memories. I can see any memory, whether it be my own or a stranger's, as if I were standing and observing. If I were human, I would just say that I had a photographic memory, which I did have, but, as a vampire, I'm a 'psychologist' of sorts.
I can't dream, no vampire can, but, if I shut my eyes, I can slip into my subconscious while still being conscious, and see my past…
June 9th, 1906
"Lily! Lily, don't go too far! Bí cúramach,meala!*" a beautiful blond woman in her early twenties yelled. Liliana, a small five year old girl with the same golden hair and brown orbs as her mother, was deaf to the words. She ran away, oblivious to the world around her, through the small park.
Shrieking with laughter, Lily made her way over to a swing set that was within her mother's line of site. Not caring about the delicate white dress that she wore, she attempted to hoist herself onto the seat, stepping on the material in a vain try to get on the swing. Giving up, she sat on the ground with a pout on her lips.
As she unconsciously started to pick at the grass, another woman and her son came up behind her. Like his mother, the boy had bronze hair and emerald green eyes.
"Mommy, why is that girl sitting on the grass?" the boy asked innocently.
"Edward," his mother reprimanded. "Do not be rude. Go and introduce yourself."
"Yes, mother," the boy, Edward, sighed, swallowing any and all protests. Like the gentleman that he wanted to be, he approached Lily and cleared his throat, capturing her attention.
"Hi!" she grinned, but made no move to introduce herself.
"Hello. My name is Edward Mason. What is your name?" he asked, rushing through the pleasantries so that he could play.
"Liliana." Her answer was sweet and simple to her, but short and aggravating to Edward. She was supposed to say her surname too. Didn't she know this? It was common courtesy!
"And?" he asked, gritting his teeth together.
"And what?" Lily asked, tilting her head to the side in confusion.
"And what else? What's your surname?" Edward elaborated, her obliviousness getting on his nerves.
"Oh, Montgomery. Liliana Montgomery," she smiled.
"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Montgomery," he said, nodding politely before turning around, determined on walking away. But Lily had other plans.
"Do you want to play?"
Edward froze. He locked eyes with his mother, silently pleading her to let him say no. Smirking, his mother turned to Lily.
"Hello, Liliana. I am Elizabeth. Edward would love to play with you. Where is your mother? I shall go keep her company," she said softly, hoping that Lily wasn't afraid of strangers.
Luckily, depending on how you choose to look at it, she was not aware of the dangers that strangers posed, and eagerly pointed to the woman a few yards away. "That is her! Her name is Sarabel!" she grinned, exposing her two missing front teeth.
"Very well. I shall leave you two to play," Elizabeth said before making her way towards Sarabel.
"Your mommy is nice," Lily said, turning her attention to Edward who stood awkwardly next to her.
"Sometimes," he muttered, shooting a glare towards his mother. Of course, being five, it wasn't at all intimidating.
Not hearing what he said, she jumped up from her place on the ground, tripping over the hem of her skirt and stumbling into Edward. He wrapped his arms around her small waist, his face flushing a deep red.
"Is é do aghaidh dearg,*" Lily giggled, poking his scarlet cheek.
"What?" Edward asked, confused, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Is é do aghaidh dearg," she repeated.
"What does that mean?" he elaborated, rolling his eyes in impatience, momentarily forgetting his predicament.
"Oh. It means 'your face is red'," she shrugged, her brown eyes twinkling as his face flushed again.
Edward practically dropped her as he scrambled away from her. Giggling, Lily skipped over to him and wrapped an arm around his scrawny shoulders. "How does your face do that? It's so red," she said in awe, examining his face in innocent fascination.
"Stop it!" he whined, covering his face with his hands. Laughing out loud, she continued to torture him about his blushing for the rest of the day until their mothers said it was time to go home.
As they left the park, Lily looked up to Sarabel and asked, with a longing edge to her voice "Mommy, am I going to see my new friend again?"
December 24th, 1910
The answer to that question was simple: everyday, much to Edward's dismay (at first). Now, at nine years old, they were inseparable. No matter what they did, they were together. Their parents were convinced that they would fall in love, in fact, they were betting on it. Edward's parents, Edward Sr. and Elizabeth Mason, bet that they would fall in love before they were through with school. Lily's parents, Jhonathan and Sarabel Montgomery, on the other hand, bet that they would marry before their eighteenth birthdays.
"Eddie! Eddie, wait up!" Lily yelled, running after Edward who was a way away from her on the other side of the street. Her red gown swung around her legs, the bags that she held in her hands bouncing as she sprinted towards him. "Scoir siúl, tú leathcheann!*"
Shoes squelching in the snow, coat wrapped tightly around her body, Lily practically sprinted towards Edward. Of course, said boy had been oblivious to his friends approach, and was not prepared for her sudden appearance.
"Umph!" The air rushed out of his lungs as Lily collided into him. "Hello, Lily," Edward groaned, grabbing hold of her legs to keep her from falling off of her position on his back.
"Cén fáth nach raibhtú agfanacht le haghaidhdom,leathcheann tú?" she asked, pouting.
"English please," he grunted, hoisting her up higher as she started to slide off.
Giggling, Lily leaned closer until her lips were to his ear. "I said," she breathed, knowing that being this close would make Edward blush, "'why didn't you wait for me?'"
She got the reaction she was aiming for. Edward's face lit up like a Christmas tree, even his neck was tainted by the flush. Lily kissed his cheek and rested her chin on his shoulder, ignoring the looks she was getting from the older citizens.
"Y-you really should not do that," he stuttered after a while, his blush almost completely gone. "People might get the wrong impression."
"Oh?" she asked, rolling her eyes at Edward's ignorance to the looks she was receiving. "And, what, pray tell, is the impression that I am giving off?"
He gulped. "Just that you, er, are not a lady," he stammered, giving her the edited version.
"Come now, Eddie," Lily scoffed, hitting his shoulder playfully. "We both know that that's not the impression I am giving off to others. So say it. It won't hurt my feelings."
Edward gulped, debating on whether or not to say it as he piggybacked her to his home. Lily, whom was content with being carried around, didn't say anything as he thought. Eventually, though, he sighed and looked over his shoulder, seeking out those familiar brown orbs. He found them already looking at him, and chuckled nervously.
"You give off the impression of, um, uh, being a harlot," he said, stumbling over his words as he forced them out of his mouth.
"And he finally says it!" Lily exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.
"You act as if you are proud of it," he scoffed as he struggled up the steps to his house. Of course Lily wouldn't get off his back, and expecting anything else was just wishful thinking.
"In a way, I am proud. I mean, you and I both know that I 'm not, nor will I ever be, a harlot. But other people are always just looking for a new piece of gossip, so they just make it up! It's infuriating!"
"Well, maybe if you didn't give them something to go on, then they wouldn't gossip," Edward grunted, pushing the door open and walking inside. Lily hopped off of his back, and he collapsed on a chair in the hall.
"Oh, quit being so dramatic. I'm not that heavy," she scowled.
"Of course you aren't," he breathed stretching his back until his bones cracked.
Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Lily walked into the living area where the Christmas tree stood. She placed the already wrapped gifts she had in her bags underneath it before going off to help Elizabeth in the kitchen.
August 4th, 1913
The Mason house was quiet today, much to Lily's surprise. She couldn't remember a day when there wasn't a lot of noise. Whether it were pots and pans clanging together while Elizabeth watched over her little brother, Caleb, whom was only 3, or the sounds of Edward Sr. rehearsing his speeches for meetings at the bank. This silence was strange.
Lily, having stopped by unannounced, walked into the living area. Usually she let herself in, like today, but she was always greeted by the time she passed the kitchen by Elizabeth. Eyebrows furrowed, Lily walked into the next part of the house: the music room.
This was where she usually found Edward. He would sit by the window, staring at the piano like he was contemplating something. She didn't know what; she had never asked. But, today, he wasn't at the window; he was at the piano.
Lily stayed quiet, not wanting him to know she was there. His fingers were over the keys, as if he were about to play. He hit a few keys, shook his head, and hit some more. Eventually, after he had hit every key, he started to play.
It was choppy, not nearly as good as what she'd expected it to be, but, nonetheless, it was beautiful. The song ended, and Lily walked forward quietly, trying with all her might to be quiet.
"I know you're there, Lily," Edward said, his back still facing her, but the smirk audible in his voice.
"How! I didn't even make noise!" she exclaimed, pulling at her golden blonde locks in irritation.
"You slammed the front door shut," he said casually, turning around on the piano bench to look at his best friend.
"Grr," Lily said, before sitting down next to him and crossing her arms.
"Did you just say 'grr'?" Edward laughed.
"Yes. Humans can't growl, so that is what I shall say," she nodded, a goofy smile appearing on her face. Her expression sobered up quickly as she turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "And, when, Mr. Thirteen Year Old, did you learn how to play the piano?" Edward blushed, but said nothing. "An bhfuil tú ag rúin a choinneáil ó dom, leathcheann tú?*"
"I'm going to go out on a limb and say that you didn't just say that you are completely and irrevocably in love with me, right?" he asked, still not understanding a word she had said.
"No, really?" she scoffed, the sarcasm oozing off of her words.
"Do you mind translating?"
"Nope. Now, show me how to play," she ordered, turning towards the black piano.
Edward turned as well, and gulped as he realized that he didn't know where to start. "Uh, I don't think I can…"
"Why not? Just show me what keys you hit. It can't be that hard."
"It's not that," Edward rolled his eyes. "I just…I don't known what keys I hit. My piano instructor hasn't even let me near the piano yet. We're still on finger exercises."
"Finger exercises?" Lily asked, giggling to herself.
"Yes, finger exercises. And, don't laugh! It's a…very important part in learning how to play," he stammered.
"Sure it is," she said, rolling her eyes.
"It is," he whined.
"Whatever you say, Eddie boy. Now, would you mind explaining how you knew how to play if you still do, er, finger exercises?"
"I, uh, played by ear," Edward stuttered, mentally kicking himself for it. Why did he always stutter when he was talking with Lily?
"Really? That's amazing! Play something for me? Please?" Batting her eyelashes subconsciously, she looked up at Edward, the goofy grin back on her face.
"S-sure."
The rest of the day was spent with Edward playing the piano and Lily listening silently, her eyes watching his fingers dance across the piano keys.
September 12th, 1917
It was Lily's sixteenth birthday. She had insisted on not celebrating it (more like threatened), but Edward still felt the need to do something. So, whenever Lily was with her other friends, he would go over to her house to get help from Sarabel.
Now, not even eight in the morning, Edward was dragging Lily to the park where they first met, her complaints being met by deaf ears. They reached the swing set that she had attempted to get on when she was five. They were worn now. Rusty too. But that didn't stop Edward from lifting Lily onto one of the swings and sitting in the one next to her.
"Are you sure this is safe?" she asked skeptically.
"I don't know," he shrugged, a half smile that made Lily's insides flip appearing on his handsome face. She didn't know when she started feeling like this, but she had long since accepted that she cared for him as more than a friend. Not that he knew that. No, it would probably ruin their friendship if he knew.
"That's comforting," she rolled her eyes.
Sighing, Edward turned the swing so that he was staring at Lily. He didn't know when it happened, but she was beautiful. Her golden hair, her brown eyes, her pale skin, everything about her; she was the epitome of beauty in his eyes.
Looking up, Lily noticed him watching her, causing her cheeks to turn red. Smirking, he said one of the things she always told him: "Is é do aghaidh dearg." It didn't sound as smooth as it did when she said it, but it still shocked her to the core.
"Ho-? Whe-?"
The smirk on his face grew as he watched her stumble for words. "You're face is still red."
This, of course, only caused her face to turn redder. "Shut your mouth!"
"Well, that wasn't the only thing I learned how to say in Irish," he smiled crookedly.
"Really? What else did you learn?' she asked curiously, her blush slowly fading.
"Breithlásona,moLily.*"
"Thank you," she smiled, forcing the flush to stay off her face.
"Aw, I was hoping I could make you blush again," Edward teased.
"Stoptarleatdo bhéal, leathcheannduit!*" she exclaimed, her blush flaring up.
"Now I know why you always love teasing me so much," he laughed. Scowling, Lily pushed Edward away from her. The metal chain that held up his swing snapped at the force, causing him to fall on his back. Lily, like the caring best friend that she was, was doubled over in laughter.
"Téigh go dtí ifreann!*" he snapped, rubbing his bum as he sat up.
"Well!" she exclaimed, offended, as she stood up, only to push Edward down and sit on his stomach.
Already breathless, he tried to push her off of him, at least for a second so that he could breathe. Unfortunately, he used too much of his strength, and ended up throwing her off.
Getting up, she glared at the bronze haired boy. "Cúig soicind*," she growled. "5…4…3…"
Edward, having just realized what she had said, shot up and started running. He was faster than Lily, but she was more agile. Zipping in out of crowds, dodging trees, and jumping over a puppy, she caught up to him and jumped on his back.
"GAH!"
They crashed to the floor; Lily landing on top of him again. She was laughing hysterically, and ended up rolling off of his back and onto the floor. After a while, Edward joined in, her laughter contagious. Passerby's threw them weird looks as the two lay in the grass with their hands on their stomachs as they laughed.
Eventually, their laughter died down, and they just lay there, staring up at the overcast sky. Not looking away, Lily spoke. "I want to visit Italy."
"What?" Edward asked, turning his head to gape at her in confusion.
"Before I settle down, before I get married, I want to visit Italy. And Spain. I want to learn their languages. I want to be able to speak Italian, Spanish, and whatever other languages they speak. I want to visit Ireland, and get in touch with my roots. I don't want to be a house wife who has only ever seen Chicago. I don't want to be tied down," she elaborated, her tone getting distant.
"That's nice," he whispered. "I would love to go with you. Then you can laugh at me when I embarrass myself in front of a bunch of foreigners," he chuckled.
"Technically, you'd be the foreigner," Lily smirked.
"Shut your mouth," he muttered.
They lapped into silence once more, not bothering to move as water droplets started to fall from the clouds. A drop splashed onto her cheek, but she ignored it. The cool sensation was comforting.
"I want to join the army," Edward said suddenly.
"Wh-what?" she asked, finally moving her eyes away from the sky to look at her best friend.
"My dad wants me to stay in school and study. He wants me to grow up and own a business. I haven't told my mother yet. She'd be devastated. To be honest, she's probably the only reason I haven't left yet." Well, that hurt, Lily thought to herself. "You know, besides you." Awwww!
She didn't know what to say. What could she say? A million and one things popped in her head, and she couldn't pick. In the end, she just picked one, and, luckily, it was the one that really portrayed how she felt. "Die out there and I'll bring you back to life just to murder you myself."
Edward laughed, not knowing how serious the blond was.
September 13th, 1918
Lily's seventeenth birthday was not as enjoyable as her last. In actuality, the entire month was spent in the hospital by Edward's side as he fought the Spanish Influenza. This was not something he approved of, since she could get sick too, but all Lily did was roll her eyes and tell him to shut up. Today was different though.
Sarabel had told her daughter that Elizabeth had passed the night before. She refused to believe it. "You're lying!" she had yelled, tears streaking down her face. "She's not dead! She can't be!"
Her mother just stood there, smiling sadly. She didn't try to stop Lily as she ran out of the house and to the hospital. She just stayed silent as she felt tears gather in her own eyes.
Lily burst through the hospital doors, her hair all over the place, eyes bloodshot from the tears, and chest rising and falling with deep erratic breaths. The nurses threw her pitying looks, but she ignored them. The only thing on her mind was getting to the room that Edward and Elizabeth shared—to see the bright smile that the green eyed beauty always wore, even in the worst of times.
Unfortunately, she had to wait to do that. The doctor that was treating the majority of the patients, Dr. Cullen, had wanted to speak with her. "Urgent" he had said. All she could do was nod, her mind telling her that she had to go with him, while her heart tried to pull her to the room.
"Tell me she isn't dead, Doctor," was the first thing out of her mouth.
"I'm sorry, Miss Montgomery, but I can't tell you that," he said, looking away from her. For once, she wasn't mesmerized by his perfect face, or his perfect voice. No, she was too busy dying inside. "I'm even sorrier to tell you that…Edward won't make it past the night."
And that killed her.
An anguished cry escaped her lips and she nearly collapsed. A set of cold arms grabbed hold of her and led her to a chair, forcing her to sit down. Sobs wracked her body, and she had trouble breathing. She kept muttering the words "Not Edward. Not my Edward," under her breath.
Lily walked into Edward's room with shaky knees after being told that she had 10 minutes to speak with him by Dr. Cullen. Her hand was on the wall, keeping her from falling over. She had finally calmed down long enough to get up and stay up. Her life was over. How could she live without her best friend? It was impossible.
"Lily?" a voice croaked. Her eyes flashed over to the source, and instantly filled with tears as she took in the withered form of her long time friend.
"How you feeling, Eddie?" she whispered, walking to the edge of his bed. Her voice, despite her best attempts at making it sound lighthearted, was full of grief and concern.
"I've been better," Edward said, trying to ease the mood with a bad joke. Lily couldn't think of anything to say, so she stayed quiet, her hands fiddling with the sheets on his bed at the awkward silence. Slowly, and with much effort, his hand came up and weakly grabbed hers. "I take it they told you." She nodded. "It'll be alright."
"How can you say that?" She asked, glaring at him. "How can you talk about your death like it's nothing? Oh, I know. Because you'll be the one that's dead, and I'll be the one who has to miss you!" she yelled.
"You're overreacting," he mused, playing with her fingers.
"I am not overreacting, Edward! How do you expect me to get over the death of the man I…" she trailed off. Was she really about to tell him that she loved him? Now, of all times?
"'The man you' what?" Edward asked.
"The man I love," she whispered, looking away.
Once again there was silence. After a while, she felt a hand on her cheek, and she turned her head to look at him. Sweat gathered on his brow, his face was even paler than usual, and he was breathing heavily. Just that small action took so much effort.
"How do you think I feel?" he whispered. "I always told myself that I would never leave you. I always told myself that I'd be the one to say it first—that I'd tell you how I felt about you. But I can't do any of that because I'm dying, and you told me that you loved me before I could."
Lily's breath caught. He loved her. He loved her, and she loved him. But it didn't matter. He was dying. It was too late.
"Edward," she sobbed, and cupped his cheek. "You're such an idiot. Why did you have to wait until now to tell me?"
"Because I didn't think that you felt the same," he said before he started coughing uncontrollably. Not knowing what to do, she started hitting his back gently to help him get whatever it was out. The thing that had to get 'out' was blood.
"Nurse! Nurse!" Lily yelled frantically, not knowing what to do. The sound of pounding footsteps as the nurse ran into the room was the only thing that she registered until she was being pushed out of the room as more and more people entered.
She was left in the crowded waiting room, crying her eyes out. She couldn't stay. She just couldn't. It was impossible. Why would she? All that would happen would be that a nurse would come out and tell her that Edward was dead, and she couldn't handle that. Instead, she ran outside, and kept running until she was in an unfamiliar part of town.
There were no streetlights. The buildings all looked abandoned. The last thing she remembered seeing was a man with glowing red eyes whom had just appeared in front of her.
It's the only time that I don't remember. My change. All I felt was pain, intense pain. It was the point where all that my mind registered was the fire that coursed through my veins. It was my only time of pure bliss, because every other second was clouded with Edward, my dead best friend.
Translation time!
* Bí cúramach,meala! - Be careful, honey!
* Is é do aghaidh dearg - Your face is red.
* Scoir siúl, tú leathcheann! - Quit walking, you idiot!
* Cén fáth nach raibhtú agfanacht le haghaidhdom,leathcheann tú? - Why didn't you wait for me, you idiot?
* An bhfuil tú ag rúin a choinneáil ó dom, leathcheann tú? - Have you been keeping secrets from me, you idiot?
* Breithlásona,moLily – Happy birthday, my Lily. (Awwww )
*Stoptarleatdo bhéal, leathcheannduit! – You shut up, you idiot! (She really likes calling him an idiot xD)
*Téigh go dtí ifreann! – Go to hell! (Mean, Eddie. Really mean.)
* Cúig soicind – five seconds (oooh, scary ;) )
So, I really hope that you liked it. Please leave a review. :)