Hello, hello! Yes, I'm starting a new story! This is one is very different from I Can See You? Firstly, it's not a Jacob an OC story. This story is about Edward and Bella, but it's a little darker than Twilight. Honestly, I came up with this after watching Interview with the Vampire. This chapter is a short prologue of Edward's past, so let me know what you think! I'd also like to thank my amazing Beta music04goddess. She also has a view Edward and Bella fanfics, all human, but you should definitely check them out! Thanks again for reading!

When I was young, I thought I knew what was best; I thought I knew what I wanted. I couldn't have been more wrong.

I was born in 62 BC in Rome, Italy. I grew up surrounded by war and power-hungry individuals. My father was a wealthy Senator who lost his wife, my mother, when she gave birth to me. I often believed this was why he hated me so much. He was a very malicious man, my father, and I loathed him more than anyone in the world. . As deep as that hate was, I'm told I grew up to be much like him. He and I often bickered about the stupidest things but one fight that he won was over who I would marry. I wanted to marry an average looking plebeian girl and live a simple life, but father wouldn't allow that. I was arranged to marry a wealthy senator's daughter at the age of sixteen. My younger self was furious at the time; perhaps I still am angry at the events that unfolded. We married in 46 BC, and had our first child, a son, in 45 BC. My father was thrilled. His son was married to a well off young woman, whom had produced a son to carry on his family name. I had also just recently become a Senator at the time.

My life took a drastic turn in 44 BC. The Senate was getting anxious now that Julius Caesar had declared himself dictator for life. Caesar was a clever man, I still remember him to this day, but his biggest downfall was declaring himself dictator; the fool. My father and I, along with the rest of the Senate, stabbed Caesar to death on March 14, 44 BC. Chaos immediately followed The Populous were outraged at the assassination of a man they loved dearly. A riot started in the heart of the city, and Brutus desperately tried to calm people down with no success. During the commotion, many of the Senators went home, myself included. On my way home I was snatched from the streets and dragged into an alleyway. I was met with a pair of blood red eyes that starred into my soul; the eyes looked at me curiously and calculating. I struggled in the man's hold, but he had an iron grip on my arms. "You're different than the rest," He murmured to himself. "Perhaps I will let you live." I felt my blood run cold at his words, but before I could try and escape, again, the man bit into my neck with razor sharp fangs. The pain was absolutely excruciating; like a fire spreading throughout your body. It wasn't long until I passed out.

I remember waking up feeling worse than death; I was weak and could barely sit up. The room I was in wasn't my own, and I knew I had never been in a room like it before. The curtains to the window were drawn shut, not allowing the morning sunlight to stream in. Candles littered the room, but instead of adding light they seemed to make the room darker. In the corner of the room was a chair and in the chair was the man who had attacked me. He watched me with an evil glint in his eyes. "You woke sooner than I expected," He said as he stood up and walked towards the bed. I moved further back on the bed, and he laughed at my cowardness.

"There's no need to be afraid, young one," He cooed and brushed my hair out of my eyes. I was uncomfortable, but he seemed to enjoy making me squirm.

"Who are you?" I asked as I tried to appear brave.

"Not who, but what," He corrected me, but that just confused me even more. "I'm not human and neither are you. I'm a vampire."

"Am I a vampire?" I asked.

He laughed at my question and shook his head. "No. Not yet at least." He sat on the edge of the bed. "You are not human, but you're not a vampire. Last night I bit you, and nearly drained you dry. Nearly being the key word. I saw something in you that night, I'm not exactly sure what, but something in me told me not to kill you. Instead of draining you I left some of your blood in your system, and my venom mixed in with what little blood you had left. Thus, beginning the process of vampirism, but the next stage results in a decision you must make."

I was still in shock from what he was telling me. A part of me didn't want to believe him, but I knew deep down that everything he was saying was true. "What's the decision I have to make?"

The man smirked at that. "Whether you want to live or die." He stood up and began to stroll around the room. "You see, in order to complete the transformation you must drink human blood. If you don't drink within twenty-four hours, your body will finish decaying and you will die." He looked over at me then. "I'm guessing you can already feel yourself weakening." It wasn't a question, but a statement. I gave a slight nod, and he continued, "As is expected. You've been asleep for nearly twelve hours, so it's critical you make a decision soon."

"If I do not…drink blood, I shall die?" I asked. I wanted to be certain that what he was saying was true.

He gave a short nod. "Yes, my dear boy. Dead as the man you stabbed yesterday evening." I flinched remembering the way my dagger had cut into Caesar's side. "But if you drink," He continued, "then you shall become like me; powerful and immortal." I thought about what he had said; powerful and immortal. These were things everyone in this time wanted. My decision was an easy one to make.

"Whose blood shall I drink?" I remember asking.

The man laughed and clapped his hands together. "I knew I saw something in you! We will rule the world, my boy! You and I; no one will stop us." He brought me my first kill that night; a young whore who would amount to nothing in our society. I remember feeling a thirst like none I had ever felt before; my throat was burning and my gums felt numb from a pressure that I didn't understand. He cut the crock of her neck lightly, and I tentatively reached out and began to drink her blood. The minute her blood touched my tongue I went into a frenzy. My fangs protruded from the top of my gums, allowing me to rip into my preys flesh. I could feel her blood run throughout my undead veins; filling me with a supernatural strength that I now possessed. Her blood was gone in a matter of seconds. I dropped her limp body to the floor and whipped the blood from my lips. I remember feeling no remorse for her dead soul.