Edward and Edmund Masen: Twin brothers, born 1901. Best friends and soulmates their whole life long, sharing everything there is to share. Clothes and sweets, bedtime stories and fights, boring schooldays and laughter. Sharing even the call of duty, as they both went to war.
Didn't share death, as only Edward got struck by influenza and was (unknown to his only remaining relative, Edmund) saved and turned into a vampire by Carlisle Cullen.
But Edward is going to look for his brother, now that his suffering years of becoming a vampire are over. Knowing that when he is going to find him. There is a decision to be made…
Sharing the Twilight
He was crawling again. Felt like he had been crawling for days.
The bullets had gone straight through his lungs. He didn't know how many of them, but he did know that there wasn't much time left. There he went. The last one of the Masen kin and he didn't live to fulfill his mothers last wishes. He wouldn't survive this war and he wouldn't live to have the grandchildren she never had.
His lads were falling down like flies beside him. Some already dead, some dying, just like him. As the shadows of the evening fell he stopped his crawling, to lie down as well. To dream a last dream maybe. He had always liked dreaming, but then again, who didn't? He was dreaming of Edward as always.
Of better days, when they were playing at the river, having mud fights, letting wooden boats float down the stream.
That one day Edward had fallen into the river and nobody came as Edmund screamed and screamed. Finally he had jumped into the ice cold water himself, pulling his brother out of the water, heaving him onto the grass. Both panting they would lie in the innocent light of the sun that acted as if nothing had happened.
As Edward had collected enough breath to speak again he had turned over to his brother, grabbing him by the shoulders, looking him in the eyes and said: "One day I'll save your life, Edmund. One day I'll save you, too."
He had just been laughing that summer day, but now he was lying here, in the dirt that was soaked with his own blood, waiting for his twin brother to come and save him. Kill him if it was the least he could do.
That was the moment when a strange figure in a dark, hooded coat leaned over his face, giving him the weirdest growling sound Edmund had ever heard.