A/N: This story takes place around 10 years after Carlisle turned Edward. It follows along the lines of what Edward did during his time away from Carlisle during his' rebellious stage'. This plot has been on my mind for a while.
Disclaimer: None of these wonderful Characters belong to me…just borrowing them ;)
Chicago 1926….
Edward:
I knew I had hurt Carlisle by leaving him. His thoughts screamed so. He considered me as a son to him. I couldn't promise him I'd return even though I would like to. I was torn and lost. This curse that was forced upon me felt even more prominent when trying to deny my monstrous nature by adapting to the lifestyle he had introduced me to. The seclusion and the diet were suffocating me leaving me with even more questions.
Even now roaming the streets aimlessly on my own, I felt even more lost. The thoughts of the sea of strangers screaming in my mind, mingling with my own thoughts. I bore a curse on top of a curse. Why was fate so cruel to me? What had I done to deserve this?
I would never see my family again because of the monster I had become. I had taken so many lives already. I couldn't ignore the thoughts. Try as I might I couldn't block them out. I could filter them. I was getting better at it. I could still hear the dark thoughts of others as I fought not to be consumed by them and tempted to take another life in a warped sense of justice. I couldn't go back to my maker now…I couldn't return to Carlisle and witness the hurt that would surely be on his face from knowing that I had truly become the monster he had fought so hard to avoid me becoming. I couldn't fault him completely and give him my hatred. He only meant to save me and take me in. I knew this but it did not mean I did not have to despise his choice. I would not despise him. I couldn't-
My thoughts were interrupted by a commotion I heard not far up ahead, my head immediately snapping to the alley. Before even giving it thought I was heading toward the sound of that voice. That soft yet strong feminine voice, with the underlying fear. I growled as I could smell the fear from her and the desire on her attacker.
"Get away from me!" I heard her say as I was finally able to put an image to the voice. She was so tiny. A mere slip of a girl really backed up cornered against the cold building. Her wide chocolate orbs narrowed at her attacker. Hey softly pointed chin jutted out quivering as she stared at her attacker in defiance showing a bravery she did not feel. She was pale with overflowing dark brown hair reaching down nearly to her elbows. She had soft deep pink lips her top lip a little bigger than the bottom.
The sight of this delicate female sent me into a rage as her attacker drew closer to her, and the fact that he would go after her. Before I even know what I was doing my hand was around his neck and I could hear the snapping of his neck breaking as I barely closed my hand around it, using hardly any strength at all.
I knew the moment he was dead, my nails digging into his flesh and the scent of his blood hitting me fast and hard. I felt my anger melting away to a haze of blood lust. I felt my nostrils flare as I drew the scent in.
The haze lifted when I heard that soft voice again from earlier, shaking now unlike before, right before I felt warm tiny hands gripping my arm. Shaking me? But why?
Her words finally registered and I realized what she was saying….
A/N: Okay so this is like a prologue in all honestly. It will be in both Edward and Bella's point of view. Hence why I wrote Edward's name before the starting his story. Honestly I don't know if should continue. I'd like to. Been out of practice of writing. I want to let you guys decide. Tell me what you think. Twilight is over sadly….do you guys want more? Let me know Review Please