Chapter One

AN: Hi everyone! I'm back and ready to write a new tale for all of you. I hope all of you are all excited for this new journey. I know I am, I can't wait to see where this story takes me and the rest of you. Now, this story is a Edward and Bella story. The idea I have in my head is Edward is going to be fighting a inner demon, but will Bella be able to save him from himself? All I can say is wait and see….but like always I hope you enjoy.

Reviews are always welcome.

Augusta Moonlight

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I own nothing at all.

He stood there watching his house burn to the ground. Large red embers erupt from everywhere and lick the air around them viciously. Taking whatever came to close and engulfing it into the ugly dark cloud of smoke. He shook his head and took off toward it while shouting.

"No, mama."

He barely got close as strong arms wrapped around his frame and pulled him close. He struggled against the person grip. He wanted to help his mother, he had to help her…save her if he could. He didn't care what happen to him but he needed to save her. He fought against whoever held him close. But their grip on his lanky body was to strong for him to get away. Finally tiring himself out he lean on the person forearms. Tears pour down his face, as he watched the fire take everything away from him.

"NO!"

He shot up like a bullet and look around him. His heart beating against his chest rapidly. His breathe was caught in his throat as he struggle to breathe. He took in the sight in front of him, half expecting to see those dark red orange flames surround him. Instead all that assault his wide open dark emerald eyes was the darkness of his room. He let out a breathe of air and tired to calm his alert body. However his mind continue to race showing him images that he wanted nothing more than to push into the back of his mind. To never be seen again. As if his mind didn't give a damn what he wanted and just continue to show him those dark memories of his 16 year old self. He fell back on the feather soft pillow and covered his face with his arm. He closed his eyes in a feeble attempt to close his mind and thoughts. But he knew very well that this technique was useless, it wouldn't take away his memories. Hell! It wouldn't even help him go back to sleep but he kept on trying the stupid technique. He let out a huff before stumbling out of his room and into the dark hallway. He walked slowly down the stairs before turning toward the dark kitchen. He carefully maneuver his way through the kitchen before throwing open the sliding door and stepping outside. The humid air of California hit his skin and he took in a deep breathe. He walked the length of the porch until he flop on the couch that was outside.

His emerald eyes look upwards to the dark morning sky. There was some stars that twinkled down at him. As a kid he loved to sit outside and look at the stars. To feel his mother's long finger run through his mess of bronze hair. Tears pool in his eyes but he shook his head to rid the pathway his mind was heading. The full moon peek from a dark cloud and beam down at him. He felt a small smile tug gently at the corner of his lips. Yet he didn't allow it, what was there to smile about? For 5 years all he could see at night where those flames that engulf his house, taking everything from him. Tears slowly started their trek down his cheek. He could no longer stop them nor did he care to. If he hadn't gotten into the fight with her. If he hadn't storm out, he would have been there to save her. He didn't care if he never made it out, but she would be here taking care of his little sister, who needs her. He closed eyes tighten and a breathless sob escape his lips. He bit down on his lip and try to force himself back to sleep. Finally his mind took pity on him and slowly began to stop and allow him to fall back into a restless slumber.