Welcome readers!

This isn't technically a new story, if you have been reading "Darkness of Twilight".

This story, is really "Darkness of Twilight" from Edward's POV! Ta Da!

I was really going for writing this story out, once I would be finished with Darkness of Twilight. But, now seeing as I'm about to be stuck on what to write for that story, I thought, "Hey, why don't I just start this EPOV story now?"

And so, here we are, readers!

There really isn't a summary for this story per say; let's just say that the summary is, "Darkness of Twilight: see into the mind of Edward"... and that's it. XD

Now, let's get going!

Darkness of Twilight - Edward's POV

~Prologue~

-Edward Masen-

Who could've guessed that I, Edward Masen - human-blood drinker of the night and the all time "player" of Forks High - would fall in love with a mere human girl?

I have walked this earth for over a century, hiding off in the shadows to stalk my weak prey, feeding off of the loveliest wine, yet had to pay the price of never wanting to stop the resistance towards the humans' blood. I could never get close to a human without having to snap within a moment's notice, where I would walk away, satisfied, while a corpse of a man, or a woman - my preferred blood - was left there in plain sight for others to find the next morning. And, I would get away with murder, scot free, for no one would ever suspect a young teenage boy like myself would commit such a crime. Plus, hiding off in the forest added to my perfect record of never getting caught.

I had been turned into a creature of the night in 1918, during the Spanish Influenza epidemic, where my family was falling victim to the horrible disease. My father had passed away before my mother and I, so we were the last Masens in the family. And, that's when we were discovered by the prestigious doctor, Carlisle Cullen. Though he was only known as for being a doctor, he was kind, courteous and would never do anything by imposing on others. I had much respect for the doctor, when I wanted to be like him, back in that time.

When my mother passed away, I had never felt so alone in my life. I was truly the last Masen to the family, and there was no other way for me to carry on the name, then to be remembered after my death. That's what I thought would happen to me; all my of my thoughts of being remembered while I would be six feet under, were lost once Dr. Cullen had came over to my bed, whispered words of apology to me, before I felt sharp daggers pierce into my neck, and I felt the burning fire begin.

I was terrified at the thought of being burned alive before this doctor, and I begged and pleaded for him to put me out of my misery, just so as long that would end the fire burning on the inside. I never thought death would be so welcoming to me; all I wanted was for the pain, the agony and everything that caused me to utter the horrible feeling, to stop. I never wanted to feel any of it ever again, and even if that meant for me to no long exist, then so be it. It had to be the stupidest thing anyone would ever want in the world, yet at the time, it seemed like the perfect solution.

When I awoke to my new life, I felt so alert to my surroundings. The air looked clearer, the smells more sharp, the noises amplified. Everything, I could see, hear, smell, with my new senses. And all of it was frightening. I kept thinking, "Shouldn't I be dead now? After I had felt the flames on my skin, that should've killed me. Yet, here I am; alive with new senses and everything.". And, that brought me back to the one man who saved me supposedly.

Doctor Carlisle Cullen.

Carlisle Cullen had explained everything to me, of how he had to save me from dying from the disease, following my mother's dying wish. He had explained to me that I was now like him - a creature of the night, a monster of where I would always have to have blood to satiate my burning thirst, and of where I could not step out in broad daylight until I would be able to control my bloodlust for human blood.

He told me, that I was now a vampire.

Over the first month or so, Carlisle taught me of the alternative source for food - animal blood. He had drank animal blood for over 3 centuries before he had found me - which would explain of how he was able to work in the hospital where my family died in - and now he tried to convert me over to his ways. But, for me, animal blood was never enough. The foul taste of it left me wishing I could have the ability to wrench up its contents from me. I was still only a teenager when Carlisle had bit me, and I still felt the rebellious adolescence from my subconscious.

Carlisle had told me that he would not force me to stay with him, and said I could go off on my own if I wanted to. I of course jumped at the opportunity, and mild guilt in me for leaving Carlisle on his own again, I ran off to fill myself on my own diet - human blood.

I drank from only villains at the beginning, thinking that I could rid the world of rapists, murderers, and wife-abusers first. But, once I had gotten bored with the idea of only drinking from men, I began on my true prey - innocent, virgin women. They were the easiest ones; still ripe and just perfect for the picking, so to speak. It was also fun to watch the men mourn over their virginal women when they would find the dead corpse the next morning.

Every town that I went to, I would seem like an innocent young boy on his own, looking for a new job so I could get by through life. Yet, at night, no one could ever solve the puzzle of how few men were found dead, and how dozens of women - both virginal, and non-virginal -. were turning up to be dead. The death rates would always go up and down - up when I would arrive to the town, and down when I would leave.

And to this day, no one has ever solved the mysterious deaths of those townsfolk. No policemen, and women, was ever able to solve these murders, yet the only way they could link them together is through the crescent shaped scars on the necks, or the wrists - wherever I could bite them - of the victims. To this day as well, this case is the most famous unsolved string of murders. People who have lived through the years of the murders have told their children, and their grandchildren, of how they remembered the day where the announcement of another dead victim was to be expected, and how people were going out after dark, was going down.

I would have never thought that I was the most feared murderer over a century, whereas I had surpassed the famous Jack the Ripper, the most notorious mass rapist and murderer.

I wonder if that will change now that I have found Bella...

And my readers, that's the end of the prologue to Edward's POV of Darkness of Twilight!

So, if I get good feedback to this story, I will continue it along with how I'll be writing Darkness of Twilight.

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Bye for now,

~*Lady Lily of Darkness*~