The Grey Swan
Part 1
Edward drove his slick black volvo down the rugged crusty highway. He was thinking,
"Why? All my family members have romantic partners. But I, Edward, am alone. We have lived in Forks for so many years, but no one has ever loved me. Even though I can play the piano really well, have luscious hair, am rich, have a volvo, am handsome, and I am originally from Europe. Why am I forever destined to be as alone as a single leaf upon the waters of my dark past," he thought to himself, as single shimmering tear flew into the Washington wind.
He was so alone that he was doing 85 in a 50 zone. He was thinking about how he wished he could hear his heart beat, because then, he wouldn't feel the silence as strongly.
But instead of a heartbeat, edward's ears alightened to the rhythmic pulse of a police siren approaching from behind.
He swore.
"Shit," he swore.
He pulled his car over, because he couldn't blow the vampire cover by trying to outrun a traffic ticket. Not this time. Not again.
He saw the policeman approach from his rugged mirror. The object was closer than it appeared. His vampire eyes could see the strong hairs of the man's rugged mustache, fluttering in the chill Washington wind.
"Greeting," said Sherrif Swan.
"Hello sherrif," said Edward Cullen, who was a vampire.
"Did you know that you are going to fast for the road?" Asked the handsome man.
"Maybe the road of life is too slow for a guy like me," Edward said, looking into the Washington Wind.
"Touche," said Sherrif Swan.
Edward gazed into the man's chocolatey caramel peepers and tried to hear his thoughts. But the thoughts were muddled, undefined, like a radio number between radio stations where you can hear classic rock and also a fundamentalist preaching about abstience.
Edward thought about abstinence. He had abstained from so many things for so long— dancing, drinking human blood, happiness.
"Yer one o' them Cullen boys, aint ye?" Charles Swan asked.
"Yes. Carslislle is my true father," replied Edward, feeling a stir within his very soul for the first time in a thousand years.
"Carlse is handsome blonde doctor, isn't he?" Charles said, from his rugged chapped lips.
Edward thought about the unique roadmap that was the network of hardened skin cells of Charlie's lips. What a story the man must have to tell, Edward thought. A story of hardship, and loss, and loneliness.
"Carlile sure is," Edward replied. "But the truth is, he's not my real father."
"Oh," said Charles, awkwardly brushing a stray hair from his face.
"My real father died a long time ago, with my real mother, and my real life." Edward said.
"Kid, it seems like we have something in common."
"WHAT?" Edward screamed.
Charles Swan looked into the distance.
"My parents are dead. My wife has my daughter who doesn't even know me or love me, so I have no one except my wheelchair friend and the job," he picked his badge up and threw it into the highway. "But it is not enough."
"Same," Edward said. "Do you want to go to Pottery Barn?"
Charlie blushed. His ruddy cheeks turned blushed.
"Sure, sonnyboy." He whispered.
Part 2
Then, the went to pottery barn, where one thing led to another, and they found themselves romantically and physically enamored of one another. And then, they were married at pottery barn by the same highway where they first met.
Then Bella came and Edward was her father. The end.
Special thanks to Emma