Okay, so this is the first fanfic that I've ever posted online!! I decided to do a combo of twilight and resident evil. This is before Edward became a vampire, but I couldn't stand to base the year in the 1900's. So I made it more modern, lets just pretend that Stephanie Meyer's books are based in the future from today. I do not own any character from the book series twilight or the characters from resident evil. But a few, like Valerie, are my own. ENJOY!

CHAPTER ONE:

"Happy birthday to you…"

They were singing. Singing again, the same group of people since I was five years old. My parents, by best friend Valerie and her brother Phil. They were singing for the twelfth time in my life.

I allowed them to sing until the end, which in my opinion was very good of me. I hated birthdays, I never wanted to grow up. When I was a younger boy I wanted to stay there forever with Valerie and Phil, running around the neighborhood, finding different things to cause trouble over.

I looked at my chocolate cake that mom made me, and my stomach churned. I hated sweets, sugar was never really my thing. Why couldn't it be a huge cantaloupe? Or a bunch of apples? I could live off fruit for the rest of my life. Its all I liked to eat.

I realized that the singing had stopped and they were waiting for me to blow out my candles. I quickly huffed and did it, looking at Valerie and the smirk she had on her face.

They applauded, mom loaded plates with cake, dad clapped me on the back.

"Your becoming more of a man every year J.R." he said. That's what he liked to call me. I was named after my father 'Edward Sr.' and so I was 'Edward Jr.' Yet another thing I hated.

Edward… What kind of a name was Edward? Why couldn't my dad suffer alone on that one? He just had to go and plague his only son with a lifetime of annoyance. Not that I was disappointed in my dad often. I loved my parents, more then anything in the world. They always knew best and I looked up to each of them. They were very popular, and did good for the community. Everyone adored them, and even though they always made me feel like the most important thing on earth I always felt that I was never good enough to stand beside them.

"Baby don't you want any cake?" mom asked me, she was setting everyone else up and I failed to realize that there was a huge piece in front of me. My concentration was off today.

"Mom, you know I don't like it." I told her, and scowled at Valerie and Phil, who were both smirking now. Val blew me a kiss, and I rolled my eyes.

"Well then, in that case I got you some watermelon out in the backyard, its cut up and everything. You just go right ahead and get you a piece if you want one."

"Thanks," I smiled at my beautiful mother and stood up to give her a kiss. "I love you."

On my way out of the kitchen I clapped my dad on the back like he had done to me. When I was closer to the door I shoved Phil's head into his plate and everyone began to laugh. I didn't stick around so they had an excuse to start throwing chocolate everywhere.

When I ducked outside, I took in some fresh air. It couldn't have been more beautiful out here. It was my favorite place to be. I hated feeling enclosed so I spent almost every waking second outdoors. Now that I was away from everyone I could just think without having to act. Today was my least favorite day of the year. The spotlight, the presents, Valerie and Phil doing everything they could to rub it all in. I knew that they would be the ones to help mom make the cake and set the party, and I was sure that Val would be the one to make me pay with adding something tonight. The whole neighborhood probably already had invites and the entire school population would show up at my front door ready for the yearly Mason party.

Oh god.

I got to the table where the watermelon slices were waiting, and took one. Sitting on the table I sighed and took a bite. Okay, so it sucked, but at least it only happened once a year, and I did the same thing to Val and Phil when it was their turn… Valerie's last birthday memories brought a smile to my face.

I had asked the principle to announce it over the intercom when it was her birthday, and since he was friends with my dad he nodded and even let me laugh in the background so she knew it was me when she heard the announcement. Then I had told everyone to spray her down with silly string as she walked down the hall, and pelt her with water balloons after school. All while yelling happy birthday.

She hated me and swore revenge. So naturally I was terrified, and cake was only the beginning.

"Hello handsome." A pair of arms wrapped around me from behind and I threw the watermelon aside.

"When are we going to let up on this yearly battle Val?" I asked my best friend's hands.

She dropped her hold and walked to the front of me. Valerie was my favorite person, and I was one hundred percent sure that there was no one better in the world. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever set eyes on, even when I was five and didn't realize that she was a girl. I constantly looked at her and wondered how the hell she got to be in front of me, and how I got to be so fortunate to have someone like her in my life. I never really fell in love with her, but I loved her more then a best friend yet less then a lover. I couldn't imagine my life without her and wanted her there when the most crucial things happened.

Valerie's hair was long and dark, and her eyes were a piercing green. From what guys told me at school everyone wanted her. She had the best body, the most elegant face, and the best way they could describe her always seemed to be that she looked like a fairy or an angel. In my opinion, those descriptions didn't do her any justice. She was much more beautiful then that.

What I cherished more was that I knew her better then anyone else, even Phil who was almost always at her side. They were very close, and I always had wanted something like that. My parents had made the decision long ago that they would stop at one. But in all honesty I don't think that if I had a sibling that we would be closer then me and Val, I just couldn't see that.

I looked at her beautiful yet guilty face and smiled.

"I still haven't forgotten those water balloons, jerk." She said, brushing a long strand of hair out of her face. "But it could stop after this, it's getting pretty old."

"You know, you could have just let me have the finale. That was great."

"You know me better then that."

I shrugged. "Your funeral."

Valerie started pacing in front of me as she always did when she was in deep thought. But what was unique about this was that she only liked to pace on her tiptoes. She had the balance of a goddess.

"Okay, lets just say that I've done this one out of good grace. That way you still win and I'm the good guy." She stopped and skipped over, jumping on the table to sit next to me. "That way we all win really, then we can call it even and next time you just get me something nice and secret."

"What could you possibly want me to get you that is secret?"

"I don't know," she wiggled her brows. "We're both seventeen now, what will an eighteen year old girl want that she doesn't already have."

I sighed. "How selfish of you to already plan your next birthday on mine."

"Your right, the self loathing I feel now is killing me."

We laughed and looked down at our feet. The thing about me and Val was that we became accustomed to moving the exact same way sometimes. It was hard to be my own person around her, because when I was with her nothing would have been more identical then my own reflection. I shifted left, and she did at the exact same moment. I took a step forward with my right foot, and she did. I took in a certain amount of air and so did she. I guess it was what you got when you spent everyday with the same person. I would have been surprised if I read her mind and she wasn't thinking the exact same words I was thinking now.

We were, in the lame way of putting it, the exact same person.

"So who did you invite to come tonight?"

"What do you mean?"

I looked up at her feeling annoyance shape my features. "You know what I mean."

"I didn't invite anyone," she smiled. "I don't know what your talking about."

"Okay, who did Phil invite tonight?"

"Is it that obvious?"

I looked at her full on in the face. She seemed truly disappointed that I figured out her plan. Which made no since because that was the best thing she had come up with after all these years. The same routine 'Mason Party' and the something a little different and embarrassing afterwards. Nothing extremely different however. Always the same.

"What do you mean obvious? You do it ever year!"

"Oh, that… Yeah." She cleared her throat and looked away.

My eyes widened. "Val… What did you do?"

"Nothing… Same old."

"Liar."

"Uh-huh."

"What?"

She rolled her eyes and looked at me, and then her expression changed. This was the look that always made my throat clench. She had this way about her, and I knew exactly what she was about to say before she opened her mouth-

"Why do you have to look so impossibly handsome and just be my best friend?"

She always said that… The first time she did she was six years old, and as always it was to distract me from the present conversation.

It was my turn to roll my eyes.

"Shut up."

"I'm serious!"

"Why do you always say that?"

"Because its true."

"I'm not handsome…" Despite myself I smiled and looked back at my feet.

"I can see that you really believe that." I saw her grin in the corner of my eye.

This was idiotic.

"I don't see how you cant see that!" Valerie said impatiently, and I braced myself for the normal argument. "You're a right bastard."

"For being modest?"

"It's very modest of you for thinking your modest I'm sure."

"Go away."

"You know, one day your going to say that and I'm not coming back."

"Probably."

She stopped at that, and I looked at her face again wondering where her normal fight was, and my heart fell when I saw that she truly looked upset.

"I think I will." she said, and she got up.

"Wait, I was just fooling around, you know that." I grabbed her wrist before she could get any further.

"Edward, I have to tell you something." She was serious now.

"No you don't."

She looked down with a weak smile. "I do."

"Okay."

This time when she sat down, it was further away from me. It was a while before she spoke again and I watched her as she was trying to put words together. This was bad, I could tell. Valerie never got serious.

"I am going away." she finally said. "I have to, in a few weeks."

"Okay," I repeated. "when are you coming back?"

She shook her head. I cleared my throat. We hadn't spent a single day away from each other for twelve years. This was bad.

"Where?"

"Look, this isn't supposed to be about me." She shook her head and smiled again trying to lighten things up once more, she pointed to herself. "Selfish."

I shook my head. "Where?"

She sighed. "I have to go across seas with my parents. Phil is staying with a friend here… He says that he has a job and he can take care of himself now, and seeing as he's eighteen…"

"Wait… You can stay with me, you know mom and dad wouldn't mind. Your not far from eighteen, and you can get a job-"

"I already tried that. No go."

We looked at each other for a long time, and then at the watermelons on the table.

"No." I shook my head.

"Edward, you knew one day we would grow up and leave each other to our own lives."

"No we didn't, we were going to be neighbors with children who would become

best friends."

"I know," she shrugged. "That's the best thing I could come up with."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because I really hate you, and I didn't think it was that important."

"Stop trying to be funny." I truly just felt like I dyed inside. Life without Valerie?

"Sorry, do you want me to be more dramatic?"

"That would fit the mood a little better."

She put the back of her right hand on her forehead and pretended to faint. I watched her land on the grass below and couldn't help but smile… This wasn't happening, my Valerie couldn't be leaving me now, not when we had a lifetime to live together.