I wrote this forever ago on some note paper and lost it (grr), but was then ecstatic when I found it again. As for what it actually is? Okay, we all know what Midnight Sun is, right? Well, for those of us who don't, it is Twilight from Edward's perspective. Not totally sure when Midnight Sun is supposed to come out. Anyway, I got this idea from a friend of mine - same friend I got my other Edward fanfic idea from. It's my version of the prologue to Midnight Sun. It's not long. Nothing I write on note paper is ever long. Anyway, Stephenie Meyer's prologue's are always a brief feeling from the protagonist's perspective right at the climax. So, this is what Edward's thinking at the climax of Twilight/Midnight Sun.


A huge wave swept over me, a greater wave than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams. The emotion seeped from my fingertips to every bone in my body.

Desire. Lust. Temptation. I turned away from it, ignored it, but it was there. I'd learned to ignore this temptation, but now, with the substance of it scattered around me, I had to force myself to ignore it. I never knew anything could be this impossible to resist.

But the unbearable temptation was nothing compared to the fury, the pure, unbridled flaming hatred that burned to the core of my being. It was a hatred that I never knew I could possibly feel, but oh, how it burned.

Above it all, above the horror of the scene before me, above the fury, above the lust, was the love. I had seen love, I had seen it in my siblings. They loved. I thought I had known what it was. I hadn't. Not back then. The overwhelming presence of my own love never failed to astound me. Every time I saw her…I never took her for granted, she never just blended into the scenery. She had evoked this incredibly indescribable feeling deep down to my long-since-beating heart.

For just one second, the hate threatened to overcome my love, to be more powerful. It wasn't. Nothing was that powerful. Nothing came anywhere close to being nearly that powerful.

His soulless form was hunched over her beauteous and still one. Without thinking, I knew I had to destroy him, tear him limb from ungodly limb, and I had to do it quickly. The sooner he was gone, the sooner my reason for living was safe.

A hideous growl escaped my lips, and at that self-same instant a piercing scream drowned out the growl of the hunt.