A/N: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT!! this is not the first chapter its something to get you started a lil Edwardian thought. :)
Something's missing
Stars are points of reason, of light; but still nothing to "live" for. Nothing to look forward to in the days to come, days that feel like simple hours in comparison to the shadow of
my previous existence. Days like hours, weeks like days, months like years; so what's left? No surprise, no more fear and unlike the other 6 members of my family; no love.
What is love to me? I love my family each one with their vast personalities and familiar traits, but they each have their partner.
A reason to go through this mind numbing existence.
What reason have I to continue on, "living a life" that is not my own. Edward Masson died, a very long time ago. Since then I have been Edward Cullen, the son of Carlisle Cullen
and soon after Esme Cullen. Since the day that my human body became stone, turned to something so unnatural so uncontrollable yet so remarkable I could not find the missing
piece. As years went by our family grew, first with Rosalie; who Carlisle had intended to be for me, ironically we ended up fighting like siblings from the moment she had
awoken. Then with Emmett, who Rosalie had found half mauled by a bear. She was so captivated by his being that she resisted the urge to kill him until she reached Carlisle, in
turn Emmett faced the fire to be "saved".
Carlisle had never taken a single life, he fought through the blood lust. He hadn't even taken our lives, each one of us had been on the verge of death. Myself of an early
epidemic, Esme of self conclusion, Rosalie of cruelty, and Emmett of his favorite food the bear.
The final two members of our family had found each other and then found us, by vision. My closest sister Alice has the gift of seeing the future through visions and found her
mate Jasper with this gift and in turn found us.
Each member of our family has been given a gift, thought to be an attribute of our past life enhanced as the rest of our being had been in our change. I can see the thoughts of
everyone around me, Emmett is stronger than the advanced strength of the average vampire, Jasper can feel others emotions, Esme is extremely loving, Carlisle has the ability
to resist blood, and by my standards Rosalie is intensely vein.
On top of our gifts we are each more graceful than any human, our strength and speed are incomparable, our skin hard and cold as stone and sparkles in the light as if it were
diamond. As if this weren't enough our teeth are sharper than razor blades, we appear beautifully appealing and our scent is sweet and enticing.
Where on earth is there a place for monsters, outside the mind of human children; there is none. I've lived every where the sun shines little and hidden in the places where it's
abundance is great, and still I wander looking for what is missing.