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September 1918

Edward Anthony Masen lay in his hospital bed, dieing of Spanish Influenza. He was barely conscious for a few minutes at a time, the remainder of his days were lost to restless sleep or delusions brought on by the disease that ravaged his body.

Some part of his mind was aware that his parents had died in recent days, though exactly how many days ago that had been were lost in his delirium. Edward felt as if her were flying then, to his mind, he landed in a new, better hospital bed.

Voices faded in from the background though Edward had no idea who the voices belonged to or even if they were real or more delusions.

"I doubt this one will survive Carlisle, he is far too weak to endure the change."

"I know Aro but, I have to try. I promised his mother I would do all I could to save him."

"Yes, I do believe this one is worth the effort. Should he survive I will be anxious to meet him."

"You shall old friend, as soon as he is stable enough to travel among humans."

"Very well. For your sake I do hope he survives, though the few that others have attempted to save from this pandemic have either perished during the change or, as the one I must destroy this evening, have not been able to free their minds of the delirium. Be prepared to destroy him my friend."

Suddenly Edward felt a sharp pain in his throat and dismissed it to the effects of the influenza before drifting once again into unconsciousness. The fever seemed to get worse, as if it were literally boiling him alive from the inside. Edward screamed, pleaded for relief, death, anything to end the torture but nothing happened, only more searing pain then, more suddenly than it had begun, it stopped.

Edward lay quietly, his mind clear and acutely aware of both himself and his surroundings. Everything looked, felt, smelled and even seemed to taste new, vibrant, more alive than anything he had ever known. Cautiously Edward sat up and scanned the small cabin for signs of life to find he was alone and there was a note attached to the sheet that covered him. He rips the note loose and reads it.

Edward,

You may remember me, Dr. Carlisle Cullen from the hospital. I assume you are aware that both of your parents are dead and, are wondering where you are and why. On the bedside table, you will find a folder which contains all of the information and documents you will need. I implore you to read this before leaving the cabin you are currently occupying.

I had hoped to be here when you awoke but, I find I cannot watch the pain I have caused you, nor do I have the heart to destroy you should your mind be forever lost in the delirium of the fever. I know now that what I have done to honor you mother's last request was a mistake, a gross error in judgment on my part. Weak as it may be, I cannot face you Edward. Please read the folder, take the documents I have provided and, try to enjoy what life I have left you with.

Carlisle Cullen -

Edward found the folder, read the letter Carlisle had left, explaining that he was a vampire and all that entailed then, put the ID and other necessary items in the wallet which had been in the folder. He found the clothes hanging in the bathroom, bathed in cold water and dressed before turning to the mirror.

Edward roared in horror, he had intended on screaming but, being a vampire, that translated to roaring. He spun away from the glowing red eyes that stared back at him.

NO! Mother why?! Why did you wish me to be a monster?! Why would any decent doctor honor such a request?! If I ever find him again I will kill him! Mother, you couldn't have known, you were as delusional as I was but HE thought you knew, thought you wanted me to be a monster! Damn me to hell will he?! I'll Show him just how perfect a monster I am!

Edward ran from the cabin and, half an hour later sat, screaming and cursing himself for killing a deer. Finally he retreated to the cabin and took another bath. Edward then washed the blood out of the only shirt he had and hung it on the door to dry.

He looked around the cabin and found there was nothing to offer ant entertainment or distraction, only a bed which was now useless, a bath tub, wash basin, one small end table, and a mirror. Practical and only the minimal things a person being changed into a vampire would need.

That night, Edward went into town, carefully avoiding humans, he found the house that had once been his home. It still had the quarantine sign on the door.

Quarantined, good no one will dare come near this place. Newspapers, skittish humans won't even pick them up from a death house. I hear their thoughts, that one that saw me thought I was a ghost. Convenient, now my house will be haunted as well as quarantined.

Edward picked up the newspapers and easily broke the lock on the back door then sat at the dining table to read the papers of the last two weeks.

My father died twelve days ago, the day Mom and I were hospitalized. She and I both died six days ago. Somehow it felt like more than just a few hours between her death and… of course, it takes a few days to become a vampire.

Edward read the papers, discovered the epidemic was bordering on becoming a pandemic and that, aside from that nothing much had changed. He cleaned the entire house, changed into his own clothes then sat to play the piano. He knew that even if someone did notice, they would assume the house was haunted or that some vagrant had broken in. Either would not be worth risking infection to investigate.

Once the pandemic was over, Edward managed to purchase the home under an assumed name. He had learned that he could go among humans as a blind man so long as he was careful and limited his time near them. His control was not good but, he did manage to conduct what business he needed to as well as purchase the things he needed.

Now comfortably settled in his home, Edward began a journal. He recorded every detail he could recall of his 17 years then carefully placed the journal in the safe of what used to be his father's office. Edward was debating taking a shower when the thoughts of someone approaching his house caused him to stop and listen to whomever it was.