hello Everyone! i literally just thought of this an wrote it down, tell me what you think and if i should continue it as a story!

EPOV

I kind of hate myself. Well not so much as myself, but my family name; Masen. That was then name of the family that had become known and feared in Chicago. My family was one of the most feared and respected drug runners in the city. I hated it.

In school I was popular for the wrong reasons. Every one was afraid of me and my family, so kids were instantly nice to me and did whatever I said. I didn't like that either. I wanted just ONE real friend. Someone who didn't know about my family and liked me for me and wasn't afraid. Yeah right like that was ever going to happen.

So this is how I lived my life for the last 17 years of my life. I would be 18 in nine months and I was looking forward to it like a fat kid does to an all you can eat cake bar. When I was finally 18 I would leave this place; change my name; and so my life. I would move FAR away from here, maybe California, Washington, I don't know but somewhere on the west coast.

I was pulled out of my thinking when my mom started screaming for help from down stairs. I though my dad had finally cracked and was going after my mother so I grabbed my baseball bat and ran downstairs. But when I got there, the scene laid before me was not what I was expecting. My father was sprawled on the floor and my mother was hovering over him, covered in his blood.

"DAD" I screamed and dropped the bat while I raced over to him and my mom. "What happened? MOM!" I kept screaming at her but she couldn't hear me. She was still crying and screaming. I shot up off of the floor and ran to the phone. I called 9-1-1 and the paramedics were there within minutes. My mom was huddled on the sofa in the arms of an officer who looked more scared to be in the house then sympathetic. What a pussy. I still didn't know what was going on or what had happened.

After about and hour they were finally starting to move and get things cleaned up. My father was dead, I knew that much. And his body was still on the floor in the living room; the carpet stain in his blood. He now had a white sheet over him,, so that was nice. The ME had finally come and cleared with the ambulance crew to have him removed from the house.

The officers moved my mother and me from the house and to the front yard. My mother and I were huddle in a blanket sitting on the side of the house. There was, of course, news crews, journalists, magazines and neighbors and just curious people walking by. So mom and I went to the side of the house so people wouldn't be able to see us as easily.

After about an hour six men in black suites came to where we were.

"Edward Masen JR.?" one man said in a grisly deep voice.

"Y-YES?" I stuttered my reply. I was frightened for once.

"Please come with us," the man said and when I held on to my mother even tighter they reached for me, pulled me away from her, and carried me away as I yelled an screamed for them to put me down. They threw me into the back of a black escalade limo and shut the door. At first I thought I was alone until I realized that down at the other end there was a man sitting and sipping something. I recognized this man, he was my fathers assistant, Aro.

"Edward, I am truly sorry for your loss. Ed sr. was a dear friend of mine. We had known each other since we were younger than you. We are currently looking for the group that assassinated him. So that is one less thing you will need to worry about."

"One less thing? What else do I have to worry about?" I asked confused. I really had no idea what else I could be worried about. Except of course for everyone at school. They would all know of course. Everyone would know.

"Who do you think is going to run the company? Your father has made it very clear that everything he owns is to go to you, including the company. But don't worry boss."

"BOSS! I am not your boss! I am a 17 year old boy going to high school! I don't know how to run a drug operation like this!"

"Sir I am afraid you have no choice," he said in a very flat tone.

"I can refuse! I can run away from you and then what would you do?" I said trying to sound confident, though I doubt it was working.

"Like I said boss, you have no choice. If you run, we will find you."

"And if I go to the police and tell them everything? You know they would love that. They have been hunting my father for years!"

"If you go to the police we will kill you," he said in such a tone my father him self will be shaking in his grave.

And with that said, we drove off and I was never going back to school, or my old life again.

Five years later…

I hate myself. Really and truly hate myself. Before it was just my name, but know I hate myself. I was the name. I was the fear, and I wanted none of it. Having something so huge forced upon you was horrible. I had proved to be even better than my father. Bigger, badder and scarier. And the whole city was afraid of me and not just the people at school.

After only five years I had increased the company by 200%. Aro kept telling me how proud my father would have been. Though I don't see why. This was a horrible company. Though I did not directly do any of it, I still felt like a murderer. This company and the people in it did very bad things, and I HAD to allow it, for my own safety.

If a client didn't have our money, we shot them; if a client didn't have our product, we shot them; if a client didn't have our anything, we shot them! Why was killing people the only way to get a message across? I asked Aro this one day and he had told me, 'that is they only way fear can be put in their minds and we want them to fear us, fear is respect, and respect, is good for the business.' I hate my job. And needed to get out. But really out! Though I had no way of knowing how.

I only had one friend, and his name was Alec. I had kind of known him in school, he was one of those kids who was afraid of me on high school. He wouldn't tell me how he had gotten into my business but I was grateful he had. After a few years he was finally that one friend I wanted. That one friend that liked me for me and not because they were afraid I would kill them if they didn't. I had planned a couple of escape attempts for Alec and I , but when I brought them up to him he laughed and told me I was funny. The boss trying to escape from his own company, why not just resign? If it were only that simple.

Alec and I had gone out for a drink after work one day. We walked into the bar and everyone turned to look at the opening door and froze. It was unusual for the 'drug lord' to come out without protection. That's what they called me, 'the drug lord'. I hate my life. Alec and I went to sit at the bar and ordered a couple of beers. I could feel the stares at my back and turned my head to call over my shoulder, "Stop looking at me and go back to your lives. I am just another person who hates his job and needs a drink ok?" and with that a couple of people actually laughed. I turned towards them and glared. The shut immediately and I apologized. Alec and I went over to them and I learned they too had gone to school with me. We hit it off and for one night it seemed as though I was a normal 22 year old guy. We drank and danced and drank and drank. We drank too much and had to be carried out of the bar. Other people had followed us outside and I could tell they were very much more sober then I was. And very much more angry than I was. With my luck my company had killed their father or other loved one and they held me responsible for it. It happens all of the time. But the only difference was that I was drunk as shit and had no protection.

My newly acquainted friends had put me on my feet and I was surprised I was able to stand on my own. I was quickly aware of the approaching men and their weapons. There were three men. The one on the left smaller than the one on the right and the one on the right was bigger than the one on the left but smaller than the guy in the middle. The guy in the left had a knife, as did the guy on the right, but the guy in the middle had a gun. And all three looked angry. I was really starting to sober up. For the second time in my life I was scared for my life. These men were angry, weapons drawn and ready to fight. And I was going to be ready for them.

We had walked out the front of the bar and these men didn't seem to care that there was a large crowd of people surrounding us. I could already see news camera's, how the hell did they get here so fast? I decided to play along with these guys and really give the news something to report on. 'Drug lord Edward Masen Jr. gets into a fight a local bar…'

"What can I do for you boys?" I said to them and the guy in the middle stepped forward, gun in hand.

"I want you to pay for the things you put my family threw. For what you did to my father and brother!" the middle man yelled at me as he came running to me dropping his gun as his fists started to swing. I was so sober now it was like I hadn't drank at all. I easily dodged his swings and he got madder. The last punch hit the inside of my palm as I caught his fist and turned it bringing his arm behind his body before breaking it and throwing him to the floor. He lay there in pain while I turn to the other two men who were now running towards me. Though the could double team me huh? I flashed a glance to the still shot camera man standing at the front of the crowd before turning and beating the two men. All three men lay on the floor in pain as Alec and I walked away from the scene.

Him and I were walking down a dark deserted street a couple of blocks from my house when I noticed more people following us. This time more of them. I stopped and turned when I heard a gun shot go off and Alec was on the ground, blood pooling for the wound in his lifeless chest. Flash backs of my mother hovering over my dead father's body, covered in his blood flew before my eyes as I started to back away slowly. By this time the men were running towards me but I couldn't do a damn thing to stop them.

By the time I came out of it, it was to late. They were all over me, punching kicking biting even! They wanted me to hurt and suffer for what my company had done and I did nothing to stop them, I deserved it. All of it.

I was barely conscious when one guy yelled for them to all stop, that I was for sure dead by all of that. I wasn't, but wished I was. I hurt so bad both mentally and physically.

"Good…" I heard one man say as I heard them all start to walk away, leaving me in the street to die. I was starting to get some strength back that I pulled myself to the side of the road. I could hear someone walking up to me. A nice looking man with blonde hair and golden colored eyes came walking down the street. He must be a doctor, he is wearing scrubs, damn. I didn't want to be saved, I wanted to die like the peace of shit I knew I was.

I saw him as he walked up to me and started examining me.

"Edward, sir can you hear me?" he asked.

"How do you know my name?" I asked as he started touching me and trying to help me. I screamed in pain and collapsed to the ground. I couldn't breath I was in so much pain.

"Everyone knows the 'drug lord'" he chuckled but when I wheezed and coughed up a huge amount of blood he stopped and he seemed to be… listening? To what? I didn't care I was just in sp much pain I wanted it to go away. I wanted to die so it would go away.

"Edward, you don't have much time left I want you to listen to me carefully. I can make all of your pain go away, forever. If you would trust me to do so, you will never be in any physical pain ever again." he said and kept listening. I though he was talking about killing me. I wanted and deserved it. No pain for me anymore sounded amazing.

"Edward, please you only have minutes left…" he said and I nodded my head. I was unaware of what minutes I had left when he picked me up in his cold arms and I was suddenly moving very fast. I would feel the cool night air against my body as I was in the mans arms. And almost as suddenly as it happened it was over. He opened a door, walked a little, opened another door, and placed me on a soft bed. I was very confused and anxious for this all to be over.

"Don't worry, Edward. This will all be over soon." he said as I heard other voices.

"Its to risky! He is Edward Fucking Masen! He will be to easily recognized! Carlisle what are you thinking!" said a female voice and now I new I was in heaven because only an angels voice could sound so beautiful.

"Rosalie please, I cant let him die." The man said and I tried my hardest to protest and ask what was going on. All I wanted to do was die, how could he save my broken form? I was beyond repair. But I was to weak to move. I could feel my heart beat getting weaker.

I heard the woman sigh and storm away. I felt the wait of the man on the bed, "I going to make it all go away now son," he said and placed his cold hand on my forehead and tilted my head to the right. I felt his cool breath at my neck and his piercing teeth enter my skin. I felt like I was on fire! I felt the man let go of my neck and get up off of the bed. I could feel myself burning at the point where he bit me and slowly spread.

At an agonizingly slow pace I could feel the fire spread threw my whole body. From my neck up threw my head. Then down threw my chest and arms; down my stomach (which hurt the most as I could feel my individual organs catch fire,) and threw my legs and feet. Now after who knows how long my whole body was on fire. It stayed like this for a while and I began to wonder what the hell was going on. The man said I would never feel and pain ever again! And right now, I was in pain. What the FUCK is going on?

I laid there, on fire for a long time. After a while, I could feel a nice cooling sensation start to over come my body. It started at the top of my head and slowly moved all of the way down to the tips of my toes, then, nothing. I couldn't feel anything. Though I still felt completely awake. Is this what it feels like when you are dead?

I could heard someone say "I wonder if he is awake yet, it has been three days?" and I opened my eyes.

Awake? What does that mean? I opened my eyes to see I was in a small room. I was very brightly light with books and music everywhere! All of the things I love.

I could see everything in the room, even all of the little specks of dust floating in the room. I began to panic as my thoughts wandered as to what could have happened. I started breathing heavily and looking around the room as I got up and out of bed in the blink of an eye. I must have had a look of panick on my face, WTF? There is no humanly possible way fro me to move this fast! What the hell is going on?

"OH! He is awake!" I heard a little girlish sounding voice sounds from somewhere. I went to the door and opened it, again with remarkable speed. As I did, I passed a mirror and caught a glimpse of myself. I turned back and stood in front of it. My face was pale white, my skin was ice cold and my eyes were blood red.