If Edward Didn't Become a Vampire

Chapter 1: The Suffering

It was the year that Edward was dying of the Spanish influenza. His mother was crying for someone to help him, but there was no one around. She had been crying and yelling for someone to help him for two hours straight. Then, she just gave up. She stopped calling for people to help him because she knew that no one would come. Her eyes were red and bloodshot. There were huge purple bags under her eyes from not sleeping. She was exhausted. Then she looked at Edward, and said, "I'm sorry, Edward. I have tried my hardest. Now, I will put all of my trust in God's hands. I sacrifice myself for you, Edward. Goodbye, my son." And then she took out her most precious knife and put it through her chest. She screamed, and Edward cried. "No Mom, no! Please, God, let her survive! I'd rather die, than her sacrifice herself for me! Please, God, please!" And then there was a voice from the sky. "Edward, this is the Lord your God. Your mother is fine. She trusted that I would perform a miracle if she sacrificed herself for you. Her trust has gained her a spot in Heaven, and I will heal you. Edward, my son, I bless you in the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen. You are now healed. You can just get up and walk away, and if you do what is right, you can stay in Heaven with your mother."

"I will try my best, God," said Edward, and got up and walked away.

Two minutes later, exactly, Carlisle walked into the alleyway where Edward's mother died, and Edward met God. There was blood on the ground from Edward's mother had stabbed herself. He just looked at it, and walked the other way.