Disclaimer: So tell me in Twilight is there a girl named Caylyn that Edward dumps Bella for? That he falls in love with has a baby and then changes her? There isn't? Oh… well then I guess Twilight isn't mine… cause if it was that's how the story would go… I'm Caylyn by the way, and the girl that really owns Twilight, her name is Stephanie Meyers, she's almost as great as J.k Rowling.!!!

This story was inspired by the song Love Story by Taylor Swift.

Just pretend that the Spanish Influenza was in the 14th century (1300's) thanks!!

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"Miss Swan?" A voice asked. It was Esmeralda, my maid, best friend, and sister.

I turn to her about to comment on her called me that. Then I see her father standing in the hallway and I realise that she would be punished for informally acknowledging me. "Yes?" I asked, throwing a knowing wink in there.

She smiled half-heartedly. "Your father has requested your presence in his study."

"Thanks, Essy." I whisper and I brush past.

I enter my fathers study checking myself in the mirror on the wall outside of the study. I wore a light blue gown, tightly fitted at the waist, this being controlled by the lacing in the back. It had three-quarter length sleeves end in long tippets.

"Father?" I say as I enter the dusty study.

"Isabelle!" He exclaims. "Come here my girl I must tell you something." I sit across from my father. He is Sir Charles Duke of Marlborough.

"Isabelle it is time that you find a suitable bachelor," he says slowly, but seriously.

"You want me to marry father?" I ask. He nods.

"You are fifteen, your cousin had two kids by the time she was your age." I nod. Yes she did.

"There will be a ball tomorrow, and you shall find a bachelor, or I shall find one for you. Is this understood my dear?"

"Yes father." I say. He nods and motions for me to leave.

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I stood with three friends. Liana was heavily pregnant, Sarah-Bella was slightly drunk and Elizabeth was apparently bored.

"I am going to get another glass of wine." I said. They nod and I turn around.

Being me, I trip over my own shadow and go tumbling backwards. But I was caught. I look up at the man that had caught me. He had bronze coloured hair and bright green eyes; and don't get me started on his smile.

"Thank you." I say a little breathlessly. He nods and stands me up straight.

I walk briskly to the balcony, forgetting my drink and my friends; I sigh and take a deep breath, breathing in the summer air.

"Hello." The bronze haired man says.

"Hello." I reply.

"May I ask your name?" I smile at him.

"It is Isabelle Swan, and yours kind sir?"

"I am Edward Mason. This party is for you is it not?"

I nod. "Yes it is." His smile becomes wider.

"May I ask Miss Swan to dance at her own party?"

I nod. He takes my hand and leads me onto the floor. Then we dance, but only for ten minutes before my father comes up. "Mason! What do you think you're doing dancing with my daughter!" He yells. I even flinch.

"Father-" I was cut off by Edward.

"I think I will leave now. Thank you for the dance Miss Swan."

I follow him out the room, and arrive in the entrance hall just as he leaves, then I sit on the staircase.

"Isabelle, I never want you to see that boy ever again!" my father says. "He's nothing but trouble for this family."

I nod and go to my room. I just sat on my bed when I heard the tapping on my window.

I open it to see Edward standing there getting ready to throw another pebble, "Edward!" I whispered.

He nods. "Meet me in the Garden!" He says.

I obey and run the gardens. Holding a lantern I wander until he shows up form the darkness. I run to him. "Edward!"

"Sh, we must keep quiet. We're dead if they know."

I nod. "Close your eyes." I tell him, he obeys. "Now, let's escape this town for a little while." He smiles at me and I lead him through the gardens that I had dedicated my life to grow.

"These are beautiful gardens." He tells me taking my hand.

"I remember that my mom used to tell me that my great grandmother had started growing it; my mother spent all her extra moments in life in these gardens. And when I was born and she died the last thing she told my father was to make sure that I looked after her garden."

He looked at me with his emerald eyes. "I am sorry."

I shook my head. "It's alright." I pulled him along hoping to drop the tender subject.

Two Weeks Later

"Why don't we run away?" I asked Edward after my latest quarrel with my father about my still unmarried life style. "You know, elope."

Edward had just old me that he must leave, that his father was taking him away from me and my father.

Edward smiled. "You want to run away and get married?" I nodded.

"Then let's go I can have a carriage here within the hour!" I frowned.

"I didn't actually think…" He cut me off with a kiss.

"I love you my Juliet." He whispered in my ear.

"You are everything to me Romeo, please don't go." HE smiled and kissed me again.

"Never."

And so we ran, together, and we were happy until that day two years after they ran away. "I'm sick." He said.

"Sick? What do you mean love?" I asked.

"I have the Spanish Influenza." He said keeping a distance from me. "And I must stat away from you, and get to a doctor."

I nodded. "But what about our wedding tomorrow, we finally convinced my father."

"I am sorry love, but it will have to wait."

"I took him to the hospital, when we got there we found that his mother was also there, she was much worse off than he though. He spent two days there and then his mother died, and he had fallen unconscious.

"Dr. Cullen, please, please, tell me Edward will be alright." I sobbed.

HE shook his head. "I am afraid Miss Swan-"

"Mrs Mason." I cut in. He looked at me sympathetically and then continued. "Mrs Mason, I am afraid that Edward will not survive the hour." I sobbed even harder. Then I ran off, to the gardens, our garden.

Sitting there I started to scream and sob and scream some more. Then I saw her. Esmeralda, her black hair falling limply on her pale shoulders. She had crimson red eyes and her dress was ripped. Her corset was showing, and she was cover in dried blood. It was even caked to the side of her perfect lips. But this did not matter, she was still beautiful; even more so than before.

"Leave me Essy!" I demanded ignoring her strange look.

She growled at me. "I said leave me be!" Then she ran full force at me.

She bit me and I screamed, and if it hadn't been for her father she have killed me. Yes I had been bitten by a night devil, the very same night devil that was burned by her father right before my eyes.

I spent my newborn days alone in the gardens, finding that I could hunt animals I became more confident. I spent my years alone. Watching my family cry in grief for my apparent suicide. But then they stopped, and they grew old and died.

Now 278 years later I slammed the door to an old truck I bought off a Native in a wheel chair and looked the school I was about to enter… Forks High… and what was that smell? More vampires? Well at least I'm not completely alone.

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A/N: Ok, so you can all probably guess where this is going!! Yay!! REVIEW!!