INTO NEVERLAND

Disclaimer: All twilight related things belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 1 : Prologue

Edward looked for the last time at his house ; the place he had grown-up, who held all his childhood memory, which he couldn't remember. After his transformation, there was many thing he had forgot; as hard as he tried he couldn't even remember his father; he remembered his mother a little, but not his father; not even after coming to this house, not even after seeing the pictures, he couldn't.

Carlisle had explained to him that it was some after effect of the transformation; just like his ability and all the rest. He could said whatever he wanted, it didn't make better the fact that he could barely remember his family.

He threw a last glance at the house and was about to go down to rejoin Carlisle, when something draw his attention. A door, at the end of the corridor.

He vaguely remembered his mother forbidding him to go in that room, and yet, he saw her hovering sometimes in front of it, but never entering. He went to the door and looked at it, deciding wether or not he should go in there. Finally he tried opening the door, but she was locked. He hesitated, he could have open the door easily, but he didn't want to break it, for it was part of his family's home.

Suddenly, he heard a noise or so he thought but he couldn't have been sure; it have been very faint and short and sounded like a child laughter. It was strange, since with his ability he should have able to hear it clearly, and even more with his power. But as he put his ear against the door, he couldn't hear a thing.

This made him even more curious. He remembered seeing a bundle of keys in his father office. Within a second he was back with them.

After several try, he finally opened the door. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw next. It was a child room. A little girl room, to be precise. A strong odor of vanilla with a hint of honey assaulted his senses. The room hadn't be opened in years. The scent was slighty familar.

His eyes widened when he recognized it; this was his mother scent or at least it ressembled it. The scent was slighty different but ressembled strongly his mother's.

Edward stepped into the room. What he noticed first, was that almost all the furniture were white or of a light wood color. The wallpaper were of a light purple color with a pattern of white flower. On the wall besides him was a large dresser with a hat box on top of it. On the opposite wall, was a window, with a view on the back garden and below it was a chest, open, with some toys in it.

Besides it was a grand dollhouse, with some little dolls in it, and further on the side was a carriage, with a doll in it.

In the middle of the room, was a little table with some dolls around it, a doll's tea party was settled on it. On the right wall was a large bed unmade, with dark pink bedding. In front of the bed was an old rocking chair, the same as the one he saw in his and his mother room. Across the bed, was a dressing table.

On top of it were porcelain dolls, a music box, a hairbrush, some ribbons, a little hat which was hang on the mirror and a black and white photography. Below it was a sewing basket, with some unfinished work. Beside the dressing table, was a desk with an ink pot on it and an open exercise book.

Someone had lived here, in his house, with his family and he hadn't know it. This room had obviously belonged to a child. He approached the dressing table and looked at the photography. It was a family picture, representing his parents and two children. He recognized himself as the little boy, he mustn't have been older than 4 or 5 years. But the little girl on the other hand.

She looked 9 or 10 years old and was the almost perfect replica of his mother in miniature. She was obviously his sister. But how, how was that possible ? Granted he didn't remember much of his family, but he was sure he had never seen her before, she wasn't even here when him and his parents fell sick and wasn't in any of the pictures of his family. What had happened to her ? Where was she now ?

He looked around him, everything was strange about this room; nobody had been here in years and yet, it looked like the owner was about to come back at any moment. The unmade bed, the open chest with toys inside, the dollhouse, the settled doll's tea party, the unfinished work in the sewing basket, the open exercise book on the desk.

This drew his attention, maybe he could find a name; he put the photography back on the dressing table and went to the desk. He looked at the exercice book, rather than writing like he had expected was a drawing; it represented a lille girl surrounded by beings with what looked like wings.

He looked at the beginning of the exercise book, but there was still no name; in fact this one was filled of drawings of those beings with wings, he recognized them as fairies. Edward frowned, not knowing what to make of those drawings. She must have liked fairies a lot he decided.

He looked around on the desk, there was some story and school books on the shelves. He opened the drawer and found another exercice book and a music textbook.

He opened the exercise book first at the first page. "Eileen Masen exercise book " was written at the middle of the page, in big letter. So that was her name. Another "e", it figure. He then looked at the music textbook.

He looked at the beguinning, something was written. "For my daughter. With love. E.M." He recognized his father writing. He also noticed that according to some of the partitions, it was for piano; apparently it had been a family thing. But what surprised him, was the advanced pieces of music that were in this textbook, she must had been gifted to play such advanced pieces, at such a young age.

Edward suddenly felt a pang of sadness for this sister he had never got to know. What had happened to her ? He hadn't found any Eileen Masen burried near his parents. Her room looked like she was still there seconds ago and yet no one had been here for years. Had she just disappeared ? This certainly explained his mother behavior.

Ths must be why she hovered in front of the room, without entering it. She had lost a child, her daughter. This explained why he hadn't found any picture. She must have removed them because they were too painful to look at and kept them somewhere else; no mother would want to get rid of their childrens pictures.

Quickly he went to his parents room and after a short search, found what he was looking for in a hat box. Being a vampire certainly had his avantages. He opened the box and here they were, pictures of her, his sister at all ages. It was still strange for him to think he had a sister. In some she was alone, in others she was with him or either of his parents and again, in some others, she was with some childrens he assumed were her friends.

One picture in particulary drew his attention. Eileen was sitting at the piano, playing and looked so happy. In one quick decision, he decided to keep the pictures and put the others back in the hat box. It was stupid for he didn't know her, but still; he had kept a picture of his parents, so why not her. She was his sister, even if he didn't know her.

Putting the hat box where he found it, he locked all the door, put the keys somewhere safe and he went down to join Carlisle. Much later, he would talk to him about his discovery; about a sister he didn't know, who was a prodigy piano, loved fairies and resembled a lot his mother. But for now he would kept her for him and try to imagine a life, with a family he had no memories of. The ghost of a child laughter reaching his ears before the wind take it away, as he tried to imagine what his siter was like.

Here it is, first chapter, let me know what you think. ^^