A/N hey guys here's my new story. It might end up a little like how my other story went but it's a little more different.

Anyway I hope you guys like it.

.4Eva.01 mwahz xx

Full summery:Edward was beaten by a gang of bullies on his way home one night in 1916, when he was rescued by three sisters that were meant to be nothing but myths to scare away criminals in the earlier ages. Only he can't seem to remember anything after the ambush. But he sees the end of the incident replaying in his dreams. What happens 90 years later in the small town of forks when he meets the family – or more importantly a girl – that instantly reminds him of his human dreams? Is it a look-a-like or the real deal?

Disclaimer: To say that I don't own anything but the plot would be a lie. But in the world of fan fiction all I have is a profile and the plots to my stories.

You Are Literally the Girl of My Dreams

Chapter 1

EPOV

1916, Chicago (Edward is 15 and is human)

"Edward dear. Can you come here for a moment?" my mother, Elizabeth Masen, called to me from the kitchen down the hall. "Yes mother. I will be with you in a moment." I called back to her as I got up from the floor of my bedroom were I had been trying to compose a new song. (It wasn't really working and I was having a bit of trouble).

You see my mother took me to a very good friend's house of hers, Maria, one day when I was around the age of three. My mother and Maria were having tea in the dining room, chatting away like they usually did, so I went to explore the piano that was sitting in the corner of her living room.

I started playing around with the keys, just listening to the sound they made, and ended up playing the tune of a well known nursery-rhyme. In the middle of working out the keys to the next part of the rhyme, Maria and my mother came in to listen to me play. Maria told me that I had a great talent and suggested to my mother that I should take lessons. Every since then I've been having three piano lessons a week, which soon only went down to one seeing as though my teacher kept saying I had become to good to have any more the just one class needed.

My house wasn't anything to fancy. It had four bedrooms; one for my parents, one for me and the other two were guest rooms. It also has two bathrooms, a dining room, kitchen, and an office for my father and the living room. It was all fairly modern for my father, Edward Sr Masen, gets a rather high wage for his occupation as a lawyer.

My mother was just starting on our supper with the help of our maid; Miranda and Abigail, when I arrived in the kitchen to attend to see what my mother had called me for.

Abigail or as I call her Abby for short, was probably the best maid/nanny we had had in a long time. She wasn't very tall and stood at about 4'9 with very dark brown, nearly black hair that was starting to go grey for she was in her late thirties, early forties. She was probably one of my closest friends also. She always look after me or played games with me or helped me when I needed her, when my parents were to busy.

"What do you need mother?" I asked once I got into the room and in her sight. "Yes, Edward dear. We are rather busy in here and we have only a little flour left. Do you think you could run down to the road and retrieve some more for us?" she asked as she kept working.

"Of course mother." I answered her. "Here you go dear. That should be enough for one bag of flour. And be careful bringing it home would you." She said handing me the amount of money I need before going back to her work.

"I will mother. Don't worry" I told as I started heading out of the kitchen door and heard her yell out "Don't be to long. I want you home before it gets to dark and the street lamps come on."

"Yes mother." I answered her as I exited the front door and walked about 20 minute down the street to the store to get what I needed. After few minutes of trying to find it then about another 5 nearly 10 minutes of waiting in a ridiculously long line, I finally left the store and headed home.

It was just starting to get pretty dark but the lamps hadn't been turned on yet and from what I could tell, I was going to get back a little later then I had anticipated or should have. So I decided to quicken my pace a little to get home faster.

But in my attempted to get there, I managed to run into someone - someone I didn't need to bump into tonight. "Sorry" I apologized trying to get away as fast as I could. But my attempts failed miserably when he grabbed my shoulder. "Did you think you were going to get away that easy Masen?" The voice sneered from behind me, before spinning me around. Great, now my mother is going to get worried and upset for my being late. I thought to myself, wishing that these buffoons would leave me alone.

William Oxford stood only just taller then me at 5'2. He was only two years older then me and had a bit more of a muscular structure then I and had very light blonde hair, which one would often mistake for white from afar, that would often get into his eyes. His younger brother was flanking his left side. Jonathan Oxford was the same age as me but much shorter and no-where near as strong as I was. He had the same hair as his brothers only it was shorter and more easily mistaken.

The other two boys were some of their friends; Jack and Timothy Cirran both identical twins. They stood at 5'1 and were rather lanky but still had more muscle put together then I did. Their hair was a dark shade of red that sometime almost looked fire like and was the same style as William and was the same age as him.

They all had rather different personalities and likes – other then the violence they brew up, without their parents even knowing at all – and don't agree on almost anything but one thing that they all agree to is, that they all absolutely loathed me, with a passion. For reasons I have yet to discover. How it came by this, I do not know, but they do and they think it is fun to push me around, make fun of me or occasionally beat me up until I'm gasping for air. It rather sucks really.

But usually we are in a more public place with a fair amount of people so I am usually safe at those times. This time of night however, the streets had quickly becoming near deserted. Everyone already headed home for supper in their nice warm homes, around their dining tables. Where I should probably be, right about now in fact.

"Uh… Y-yeah. Now if you would be so kind as to let go of my shoulder so I may return home." I said trying to sound as casual as possible and get away from here, but inside I was slowly starting to panic as when I tried shrugging his hand off my shoulder, but he only tightened his grip. It was then that I noticed the already half empty bottles of alcohol in each of their hands. Not good. They have probably already had several others before now.

"Ha. I don't think that's going to happen twit." He slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol as the slight breeze blew it across my face, before taking a whisk of it as the other chucked behind him.

Before I could say or do anything else, I felt his slightly cold, hard fist connect with the side of my face and the next thing I new, I was being pulled by my hair while being bunched in the stomach, then getting my back slammed into a concrete wall of what I assumed to be an ally-way and felt the blood start to drip down from a fresh split in my lip to the edge of my chin, before falling onto my once clean white shirt, and tasting it as it reached my tongue.

"Ha -hiccup- ha. L-look at h-him. His not even f-fighting back." Jonathan laughed as his miniature size fist collided with my gut, while the others laughed with him and continued their new game of beat up Masen. By the looks of my situation I had two choices. One; I could endure the beating without fighting back and hope for the best or two; try and fight Jonathan off and try and escape the other three who were stronger then me therefore making them even more angry which would probably lead to my death. The latter didn't sound to appealing so I just toke the first option not wanting to die just yet. What are a few cuts and bruises right?? I mean they'd get bored and just leave me lie here until morning where someone will eventually pass by and recognize me and take me to a clinic or home. But they never seem to tire for what started feeling like eternity.

Just as I felt unconsciousness start to take over me, I heard the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

"Well, well dear sisters. Look what we have found here tonight?"

A/N; So what did you guys think. I know it might not be that good but it's only my first story that I'm considering to continue, so PLEASE review and tell me what you think. It really helps to heard what other people think.