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Edward's POV, 1899.

I smiled as I stepped off the boardwalk of the ship, my senses were instantly bombarded with new scents and sounds. I took a deep breath, allowing the tainted air to fill my lungs then empty again.

London. My new home.

I threw my old drawstring bag over my shoulder, the bag contained two sets of pants, underwear, matches, cigarettes and a spare cap. My most prized possession, my type writer was wrapped in old newspapers and tucked safely under my arm.

I looked at the sprawling city in front of me, towers of dirty buildings lay at my feet whilst the chimneys of factories high above my head belched clouds of smoke into the cool air. For me, London held none of the romanticism of Paris, but still retained the idea that dreams could be achieved here, ideas which did not exist in my old home town of Chicago. I had a little money folded into my sock that my mother had pressed into my palm as she had kissed me goodbye on the docks, seventeen days ago. My father had not been present, as I thought of him his voice filled my ears, "a writer?" You want to be a writer?! Why don't you get a man's job? Become a buthcer like your father and your brothers?"

But, unlike my father and my brothers I held no desire whatsoever to join the family business. I cared only for pouring the constant stream of ideas which swirled in my mind onto paper, and into the minds of others.

As I walked through the dank, overcrowded streets I cast my glance around me. I began to ponder where I would sleep tonight, having spent more than two weeks sleeping on the hard boards of a ship's deck in the blustering winds the doorway of a shop would seem like paradise. But one of these buildings must have a vacant room they were willing to let in which I could stay.

I stole a newspaper from a vendor's stall and quickly began scouring the classifields section near the back. Amongst the ads proclaiming barber shops newly opened and cheap fares sailing to America next week, I spotter what I was looking for. It was a short ad, cramped into the corner below a large cartoon of whom the title declared was the city mayor. It read:

"Room to rent. 5A. Pearse Sq.
London"

My hands clenched around the paper tightly in my excitement. I was encouraged by my easy start here that moving to London had definitely been the right thing to do. I enquired of a passer by as to where I could ind Pearse Square, I was directed to a street not far from where I currently was. I yelled a thanks to the man as I quickly sprinted down the narrow streets, desperate to reach the landlord before the room went to someone else.

When I first arrived in Pearse Square I imagined I must have read the ad incorrectly. There appeared to be no buildings here which could possibly house tenements, merely bakeries, tailors and other vendors were clustered around the square, dark alleys led off from each corner. Then, as disappointment began to sink in, I noticed a tall, narrow building, squashed between a fish monger's and a printer's.

I hurried up the unstable staircases, the halls seemed derelict and all the doors I passed were scarred and pock marked. From behind each door came the sounds of shouting, crying children, a dog barking, and in one the soft sound of a record player.

Eventually I reached 5A. I removed my cap, running my hand through my bronze which seemed to be in a constant state of untidiness, before replacing my cap once more. I gave a nervous rap on the door and waited, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet. Eventually the door swung open and I was surprised to see a young, blonde haired man, smiling at me on the other side of the door.

"Hello," he said pleasantly, extending his hand.

I quickly bestowed my stolen newspaper under my arm with my type and hastened to shake his hand.

"Good afternoon, my name is Edward Masen. I saw an ad in the paper that you have a room available?" I raised my voice hopefully.

"Indeed, although I wasn't expecting someone so young. How old are you lad?" the man enquired.

"Seventeen sir." I replied, courteously.

"And not from here?" he noted my foreign accent.

"Well, step inside Edward," he held the door for me, "my name is Carlisle Cullen."

I was eager to get out of the dingy hallway.

"So what brings you to London, Edward?" he asked as we walked further into the apartment.

"Chasing dreams sir, chasing dreams my father does not approve of."

Carlisle nodded understandingly, "Well really I only advertised the room because I'm getting rather lonely. Although I'm not here all that much, I'm a doctor you see, and the consumption is a big problem here at the moment. I'm sorry the place isn't much, I don't make a lot of money. Apparently doctors aren't as valuable to society as labourers." he added bitterly, "but I won't be asking for much rent, whatever you can."

"Well," I began awkwardly, "I'm a writer, I haven't had anything published yet, but once I have I can pay you whatever you like!"

Carlisle showed me to my room. It was poorly furnished, but it was all I needed, I tossed my worn bag onto the narrow, hard looking bed before very carefully unwrapping my type writer and placing it on the rickety little desk by the window. The window looked over an alley below. It was an alley lined with what I assumed were brothels and burlesque houses.

As night fell I took a cigarette from my bag and lit it, I leaned on the window sill, blowing smoke rings into the night air. I watched the show girls and courtesans traipse into the shabby buildings, their heads bowed, their cloths dishevelled as if they had slept in them the night before.

Yes, I would find inspiration here. Find it in the misery and desperation of those girls, in the tenants, and in Carlisle, whom I already saw as a source of advice, a calming presence. Later as I lay on my worn mattress, the sounds of drunken roars, shrieks of delight and seductive purrs rolled up from the street below and through my open window. I sank further into my imagination, allowing my mind to create stories to go with each voice, allowing the cacophony of sound to totally surround and posses me.

Then, my sharp ears detected a different sound, there was a feminine shriek of terror, repeatedly. I heard a deep voice laugh and others jeering. I tossed the covers from my body, I was fully dressed, having slept in my clothes due to the cold night and the lack of shelter the think glass pane provided from the wind. I threw open the shutters, below in the alley I saw a girl not much younger than myself, surrounded by a circle of onlookers. I watched in horror as three men restrained her whilst another two ripped her clothes from her body.

Before I had even realised what I was doing I had leapt through the window, landing on the fire escape two feet below the window ledge, I took th rusted steps three at a time in my hast to help the girl. I fought my way through the circle of spectators, disgusted at every one of them for doing nothing to help her, to save her from her tormentors.

"Leave her alone!" I shouted.

"Get out of here lad!" laughed one of the men.

I stood my ground, the girl looked at me with pleading eyes through her thick mahogany hair, to help her.

I may be young, seveteen, but I was tall and strong and as my fist collided with the ring leader's face I heard a very distinctive crack. He staggered backwards, clutching his nose as blood spurted between his thick fingers. His two companions backed away immedately, thruting the girl into my arms.

She was dressed in just her torn petticoat now and she hastened to cover her exposed body with her hands. I automatically shrugged out of my old tweed jacket and handed it to her, leaving me in my white shirt and waistcoat. I placed an arm protectively around her shoulders, she flinched at my touch then relaxed. I steered her towards the main entrance to my new home.

"Are you ok miss?"

She looked up at me, frightened, then nodded.

"What's your name?" I asked gently.

"Isabella Swan."


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