Cannibal Stories of Twilight

As everyone knows on this glorious site, known as ; Daddy's_Little_Cannibal passed away. She was a very close friend of mine whom I went to school with and have known since the sixth grade. She would always make wise remarks to me, calling me stupid and retarded, for I knew her antics and knew she was joking.

I kind of took her friendship for granted. We have both used each other for different reasons (no none being sex, GROSS). I believe we had both lost the sense of who we were, meaning we both had different reasons for being friends. I longing for a friend who understood me. She, I have no idea. No one will ever know, I believe though it was for a since of companionship, and for a since of loyalty, she wanted someone she could trust and not having to worry about turning their back on her.

Stephanie was truly a wonderful friend and one hopes to see her again. May she rest in heaven where I know she belongs.

(This story contains my own version of what I wish Twilight could be, please help me in my writing reviewers for I know I need work. In these stories; the characters of Twilight will become something more than just average so called "Vampires", they will evolve and become something you will never expect.)

Part 1: Visions of a blurry past (Edwards Story)

As the day grew on and light turn to dusk, and dusk turned to twilight, Edward Cullen, of the Cullen family rose from his bed and let out a sigh of depression. Feeling guilty for actions caused from Emmet (Edwards Step Brother, who was turned vampire early in life). Edward sat on his bed, bowing his head and trying to shake the stress of insecurity of not feeling accepted and feeling guilty for actions caused earlier in the year, involving Bella (Edwards ex girlfriend who passed away). With Bella being gone, Edward feels guilty about not conforming Bella to vamprism. His insecurity comes from him being a vampire, Edward now feels as if he is not a true vampire. Though his family does not do what traditional vampires do, he feels as if he now should, to make up for the lack of feeling weak.

"Oh what can I do? I so long for her touch just one more time. He lips against mine and he warm flesh against mine as we used to touch. Why does she have to be gone? There has to be a way to get her back. I will find a way, even if it risk my life being gone, or the life of another in my bloodline." Edward says as he now trys to recall his past bloodline, and how to trace it. He now ponders if he has any relatives. Maybe in the European countries he has family lost in branches stretching so far out that they are lost hidden beneath lies of betrayal.

"Edward, what are you doing? You are not acting yourself. Can you tell me what is going on?" Esme says as she walks into Edwards room, trying to comfort him in his time of need. Knowing it it is not going to be easy, she continues to try to soothe him asking if he would like a drink. He denies. "Edward is there anything possible that I can do for you? Please let me know, would you like to talk about it? Or do you need some more time? You do have to understand it has been six months since Bella's passing."

"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. Why is everyone trying to understand what I am feeling? I don't want them to understand, I just want to be left alone." As Edward finished he scurried out of his room, out the window and onto the trees. The midnight hour was of total calmness, as Edward ventue to the tops of the many trees he had previously traveled with Bella. He recalls many memories that now are haunting him, and tormenting him. In his dreams, he dreams of Bella blaming him for his death. How he could have let it happen. He said that he (Edward) would always be there, and when Bella needed him most he wasn't.