A/N:I have never written a story for twilight before..although it has interested me..but while i was working i took a break and picked up a book that talked about the Spanish Influenza...and well thus this story came to be...hopefully its liked...

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

Written In the Stars

Chapter 1

Pain. It was the only thing he could feel. For three days it was a never ending pain. He couldn't bear to try and describe it. It was almost like someone branding him as something that he wasn't. Changing him, so he wasn't Edward Mason anymore. The days before the endless pain had been hazy at the most. When the spanish influenza hit he didn't think anything of it. After all he still had his whole life ahead of him. When he started to get sick he tried to ignore the fact that possibly he had contracted the fatal disease that was claiming the lives of so many. When his parents started to get sick as well..well he couldn't ignore it anymore. He didn't remember getting to the hospital. His memories were too hazy.

Shocking blond hair was a constant though. Through the blur that his eyes decided to let him see through, blond hair was always there. Maybe it was his doctor but he couldn't be sure. he wanted to know about his mom, his dad, but by that point forming words was too impossible. He felt so sick and it was almost like with each passing hour his heart slowed more and more. He wanted to give in at some points. Give in to the darkness that was threatening to encase him whole, but he fought it away, at least for the moment he did.

Then the pain. Worse then anything he had ever felt in the seventeen years he lived. His vision was even less reliant to him then it had been under the influence of the disease. During those three days he had thought that maybe the sickness had finally reached its own special level to do him in. He thought that the short life he had lived was coming to an end.

On the forth day the agony had lessened, but only just. It was still there lingering and he felt different, he felt dead. His vision had cleared somewhat but he felt like he was looking through a murky glass.

"Is this hell?" He spoke allowed and flinched a little at the sound of his voice. It had a strange tone like it wanted to lure things in. It scared him. Why would his voice sound so different.

"If this is hell then I have lived through it for far to many years."

The voice that sounded near him had the same kind of tone. The words he spoke sounded slightly sarcastic though. His eyes searched for the sound and locked onto a familiar shade of hair. It was the same blond hair that he had been seeing through his delirium.

The man seemed kind with the soft smile on his face. He was pale, far to pale to be humanly possible and his eyes, they were the most interesting shade he had ever laid eyes upon. He was tempted to say that that color didn't exist, but he couldn't afford to be rude. His mother taught him better than that.

"Edward? I'm Carlisle Cullen. I was doctor from the hospital, do you remember me?"

Edward shook his head. Technically he didn't remember him, he only knew of that strange blond hair.

The doctor seemed to sigh and the next question he asked left him slightly confused.

"Are you hungry?"

It was at that moment that his mind seemed to be catching up with what was happening. When had he been moved from the hospital? He was only now noticing the wood cabin that he seemed to be in. What happened to his parents? And why was this man speaking in such a tone without flinching.

"Maybe something's wrong with him. I've never changed anyone before. Should I take him to be seen?"

Edwards eyes widened as his head was assaulted with words that weren't his own. He clutched at his head and clawed at his head to get the words out. More words, sentences that he wasn't thinking about were infiltrating his mind. It was too loud, too much. Was this his punishment? His curse for something he had unknowingly done? the pain that had been his only ally in the past few days was making its appearance again. His hands were forcibly pulled from his head and he was forced to stare into the eyes of the one that had "changed" him. The one that made it possible for him to no longer be Edward Mason. he could tell the difference. His heart no longer beat. He was no longer alive. He was a demon, bound to wander the earth until someone took pity on him.

Carlisle was trying to say something to him but he couldn't understand it. The voices in his head were too loud for him to concentrate on anything else. Carlisle dropped his hands and moved away. It gave him chance enough to move to the headboard of the bed and curl up. The pain had slowly gotten worse when Carlisle let go of his hands. He probably showed no outward appearance of being in pain.

It felt like only moments later he was forced to look into the eyes that years from now he would recognize as a mentors. The eyes showed too much emotion, far too much. Concern. It was the main emotion. It was something that would plague him forever. A cup was held to his mouth and it tipped slightly. He opened his mouth unconsciously to take in what was being forced upon him.

It was a strange metallic liquid one that he associated with blood. He choked on the disgusting liquid and the man in front forced upon him the rest. What felt like moments later a knock came to the door.

That was the first time he met the Volturi..

A/N: I know it's short but it's only supposed to be an intro to the story. So something is wrong with Edward? maybe? Possibly..yeah.. The next chapter will happen in present time, with the rest of the cullen family. and it'll be a back and forward thing of past and future and of course some romance...no bella...Jacob yes!..