All right…Read the summary (or the story) if you don't know what this is about. I started with Edward, because I know the most about him.
WARNING: This probably isn't great, but in gives you a more in-depth look at the changes.
Disclaimer: I am not the wonderful Stephenie Meyer. If I was, I would have made Edward belong to me instead of Bella.Lol.
And please review, even if it's just to tell me I suck at writing!
Chapter 1: Edward
EPOV (duh)
I lay weakly on the hospital bed, exhausted. I tried to lift my head to peer around the room, but it would not move. I knew I would die soon. The influenza was getting worse.
I'll never get into the army now. I thought sadly, and immediately stopped my train of thought, cursing my self inwardly. How could I have such trivial thoughts when my father was dead and I would soon follow? My only comfort was that my mother would most likely survive. She could at least get out of bed.
And that was what I heard her do as she woke from her nap. Mother was forever doting on me, stunting her own recovery in the process. She would smooth my sheets, call doctors (there was one she was particularly fond of, Dr. Cullen), feel my forehead and tell me to-
"You should get some sleep too, Edward." My mother said brusquely, concern in her eyes. "You're not helping yourself recover at all."
I wanted to tell her there was a good chance I would never recover, but I couldn't say that aloud. It would upset Mother terribly, and in my mind, saying the words out loud would somehow make death inevitable.
So instead, I grinned weakly. "You caring for me isn't helping your recovery much either though, is it?"
She smiled fondly back, but there was a hint of something- worry, sadness? - in her emerald eyes.
Suddenly her legs seemed to give way, and she very nearly crumpled to the floor, just catching herself on the edge of my bed. She looked up, startled, into my worried face, and her expression smoothed.
"My legs are just tired. I'm fine" Her voice was as carefully smooth as her face, and I got the feeling she was lying.
When I studied her face closer, I saw it was pale and slightly green at the same time. She was getting sicker.
"Back to your bed." I told her sternly. "You should lie down, rest your legs."
She looked at me balefully, but when I just kept looking at her, she consented.
"But," she began. "I have some things to give you first. She put her hands behind her back while I watched curiously. She had something in her hand, but what was it, and when did she put it there? She dropped whatever it was into my palm with a caution.
"Don't open it until I tell you it's okay." When I nodded, she returned to her bed and drifted to sleep. I desperately wanted to see what was in my hand, but I would wait. I followed her to sleep.
I woke in the dead of night to find my mother whispering urgently to a doctor. Dr. Cullen? Why was he here?
"You must save him. What others cannot do, you must." Mother spoke in a whisper. She then turned to me, somehow knowing I was awake. "Check your hand, Edward."
She mumbled a few more unintelligible words, then began gasping, labouring for air. I knew what was happening. My father had gasped for air just before he died.
No.
No.
NO!!
My mother couldn't die. She had been strong a mere twenty four hours ago. She would live!! She as my mother, my protector…
"Edward…" she murmured, and I did not know if she meant me, or my father, of both. I did not matter. Her breaths were slowing. Her breaths stopped. She was gone. There was only Dr. Cullen, staring at me with anxious, thoughtful eyes. I looked at my hand. Mother's engagement ring. She knew she would die. I cried, harder than I ever had in my life. I hadn't cired when my father dies, hadn't cried when I found I had influenza. But now it just tumbled out of me.
The doctor looked on sadly, and seemed to make a decision. He lifted me effortlessly, though I was nearly as tall as him, and walked in the direction of the morgue.
Did he think I was dead? Would he take me to the morgue?
No. We passed it and Dr. Cullen kept walking. The only thing past the morgue was…the exit. What was happening?
The moment we were out of people's eyesight, Dr. Cullen ran. Fast. We were flying, soaring.
Suddenly we stopped. He gently set me on the ground.
"The pain will end." Dr. Cullen informed me as I stared back in confusion. What? What was going to happen?
The doctor leaned down swiftly and grasped my hand. Then he…Wait. Did he bite me? Warmth spread through the length of my arm and then throughout my body. It got hotter. Too hot. There were flames licking the inside of me. I was burning.
"PUT OUT THE FIRE!" I screamed desperately. Why couldn't he stop it? I was dying!
But there were no flames surrounding me. The blaze was on the inside. And it wouldn't go away.
"KILL ME!!" I screamed. Make it stop, make it stop, MAKE IT STOP!!
(AN: I don't really want to repeat that for three days, so let's skip ahead, shall we?)
My eyes opened, and I saw everything in perfect clarity. I heard footsteps, heavy and clunking, and voices.
"Oh, that's perfect for Mary."
Sarah, come get a croissant for a birthday treat."
The market. But that was a mile away. Why could I hear it? I inhaled deeply. I had not been able to do that for months.
Suddenly, a dry burning invaded my throat. I wanted them. The people. They smelled so good. I leapt up and began to run, faster then I ever had before. Someone was already running ahead of me though. I sprinted up to him. I could have easily passed him, but he grabbed me.
(AN: Italics are Carlisle's thoughts. Edward doesn't know that though.)
"No."
"He can't. I have to explain first."
Dr. Cullen. Who was he to tell me what to do? I tried to get out of his grip. I wanted humans. But Dr. Cullen stood firmly in front of me.
"Explain what?" I exploded. "Let go!!"
He stared at me, his expression somewhat confused. A infinitesimal shudder went through him, like he was dismissing a unpleasant thought.
"Too strong. I have to tell him. How will he react?"
"React to what?" I shouted. "Just let me get them. Tell me after!!"
"I never said that out loud, did I? No. Aro could read minds...could Edward...no. Impossible."
Read minds? What?
My attention was diverted momentarily. His lips hadn't moved, although I distinctly heard him. But then I inhaled again, and roared. The smell...
" We can test my theory later. I have to stop him."
Stop me? No!! I struggled again, although not as hard as I could. I somehow knew what I wanted from the humans, and I was having an internal struggle too.My mind was on Dr. Cullen's side, but my body wanted something else.
Then he spoke four words that made me stop, freeze in place.
"You are a vampire."
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