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A Love That Was Fought For

Isabella Marie Swan, the daughter of the king's guard, was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid my eyes upon. I would die a most horrible

death to have no more than her mesmerizing deep brown eyes lay upon the crude monster that I have become. Just a glimpse into the pools of

wondrous glory which lay within a heart-shaped face, with lips so full a man can only hope to feel them part beneath his own. A man which I

regretfully cannot be called, for I once was a man, and am now a blood thirsty beast.

Isabella, the name of a queen bestowed upon an angel, whose heart is unachievable by a monstrosity as I myself have become… I have not

always been this way. A cold stone, a blood-thirsty beast without even a heartbeat to remind me of my humanity. I was once a young man with

ambitions, dreams even; I was to be a knight. A strong defender of which the king's first commanding guard's daughter would be proud to

dance with at the Crimson Ball. Oh, how I would dance with my dearest Isabella... I would twirl her to no end upon the crimson dance floor.

Then, upon being so close, I would slaughter her beautiful figure for only the taste of her blood. No, I could never hurt my fragile angel. I would

never let my darker self near her, only the part of myself which would shower her in adoration and give her the devotion that only she deserves.

Yes, I was once a man. I was soft and pink, and had green eyes like my human mother, instead of these honey-colored orbs, which are a trait of

my diet. I have never killed a human, although I crave their blood so. My father Carlisle, the inhuman man that saved me from a short life, has

always had a strict diet of animal blood and has taught me to gain my strength this way as well. The golden tone of our eyes has made our

eating habits known to others of our kind. The human drinkers' eyes are scarlet and change to black just as ours do when in need of blood.

Because of our eating habits we have been able to keep ourselves hidden from the humans and remain a part of society, unlike the human

drinking variety of vampire. Since the blood lust is so uncontrollable when you feed from humans, they end up uncovering themselves and get

eliminated by the Volturi.

The Volturi are the royalty of Vampires; they control unruly vampires who endanger our silent existence. The humans would never be able to

understand our feeding habits, blood thirsty monsters who prefer the taste of your daughter to the herd of cattle in a field. We do not expect

this of them. I am the monster who has to live this way, and even I cannot bear it; how could they ever do so?

I stood up from my thinking spot on the hill in front of her small town; I could see the sky and Isabella's home from underneath an old oak tree.

I would watch her for hours. She would frolic in her beautiful rose garden at the same time every day: in the evenings when her father wouldn't

catch her outside. He had told her time and time again when she would be caught that it was unladylike to be out in the garden, where she

could be seen. My sweet Isabella would just nod her head, curtsy, and go to her room, untamed and as wild as her roses.

I needed to hunt but I decided to check in with my family first, knowing they would not allow me to go alone. On my walk to our home, as usual,

I thought of Isabella. I had to find a way to see her, to hear her sweet voice call my name, to have her as my own. I would go to the Crimson

Ball and sweep her off her feet, and she would be mine. But how…? How could I ever gain admission to a ball as just a humble farmer? One who

worked only by night and on cloudy days. The sun was not something we feared for any other reason than being exposed to the humans. Our

stone skin shimmers like diamonds in the sunlight, casting off rainbows of color.

I had to find a way. I longed for the affection of my sweet Isabella. I would Shatter all doubts and conquer her my angel's heart. I would find a

way. Alice, my sister in this new life I lead, had always known me best. She would do almost anything to help me be happy and to give me the

companionship that she and her husband, Jasper, have. In our coven, I am the only without a mate. Without love, my shadow of a life has been

empty and shapeless. Emmett had Rosalie, and Carlisle Esme. I had no one except for my sweet angel, whom I could not have. Alice would see

me planning; she has visions of the future, and Jasper the ability to feel others' emotions. I could see other peoples' thoughts; our whole family

was gifted in their own way upon entering this life. Jasper feels my pain and longing to feel her in my arms. All I could ask of them is the chance

to make her fall in love with me.

I reached our home with a short vampire-paced run even though our house was miles away in the country. Alice and Jasper met me in the yard,

just as Alice's thoughts told me they would. My sister smiled and hugged me. "Edward, I'm so glad you finally decided to go get her. My visions

have been changing since you decided to try. The only way we can make this work is if we plan it out and I check each of you decisions." I

hugged Alice back and glanced at Jasper. I could see all of our excitement, fear, and even my triumph reflecting in his thoughts. He and Alice

were both proud, yet scared, for our up-coming plans. We couldn't tell the rest of our family until we were sure it would work.