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AN: The prologue is the same, because I saw there was nothing wrong with it. Except a few words that I just changed. So read on, and the Next chapter should take a while before it's put up.


Prologue

EPOV:

I was sitting at my piano playing Nocturnes Chopin, feeling the fluent flow of rhythm that seeped from my mind to my fingertips, not missing a single note. That was the benefit of living for years, and years on end. The knowledge and skill that has been bewitched upon me, no bestowed. Because I am truly grateful for my knowledge, it's just that I don't wish to have live so long to have acquired it. It does help me get out of school work. Since I do know the material, more than the teachers themselves, I'm sure. But it feels like my life never ends, never really began, I guess I should say. I feel empty and lifeless. That was an understatement. I feel like I'm missing something.

But I've always felt like this. I pushed it back for some years but now, it's like the weight of a three ton boulder has been dropped on my shoulders. Not like it would hurt me, or affect me in any way. If anything, the boulder would be hurt. I chuckled silently with no humor to myself.

What my family and I are, it's indescribable. We are vampires. Yea, I know right? They are mythical creatures, they don't really exist. Yes, well, actually we do. Probably the only thing mythical about us is that we 'burn when we reach sunlight' and that we 'die with a mere steak to the heart'. Wrong. We are impenetrable, indestructible by anything that hurts humans. Like say, getting hit by a semi going a mileage that would normally kill anything that breathes when they walk, or skip, or whatever in its path, that wouldn't kill me. In fact, I would most certainly be unscathed, and the driver would probably have severe injuries, and would possibly die because of their blood exposure. Not that I'd want to feed on them, our family is 'vegetarians' we feed on animal's blood.

Edward!Alice's thought cut through my musings. Edward, listen to me,

"What?" I muttered.

I had a vision. I found who you're looking for,

My brows furrowed and creases formed on my forehead. What the hell. I'm not looking for anybody. I'm sitting at my piano playing a song for blood's sake! I was about to make a smart remark before she cut me off out loud.

"No, Edward. I know you're not physically looking for someone. Subconsciously, you are though," she murmured. I heard her perfectly clear from the floor above me, in her room where she was sitting thinking about her vision, and blocking me out from seeing it completely. Yes, you're looking for her alright, she's going to be passing by soon, we have to get her. She's a newborn, Edward, she added mentally. She's vampire? And Alice believes that I'm subconsciously looking for her. My brows furrowed. I've never been more confused or curious in my entire existence. I asked her the question that was now plaguing my mind.

"When?" I asked. She knew what I was talking about.

"Today, at approximately…six thirty," she answered. Through the clearing, she finished in thought.

The whole family sat at the round mahogany table that was placed in the center of our dining room. I was seated by Alice who was seated by Jasper who had Rosalie on his other side that had Emmet sitting on her other side that had Esme sitting on his other side that sat Carlisle that was sitting in between her and me. Confusing, I know.

"So, she's a newborn," Emmet said.

Alice nodded.

"So how bright crimson are her eyes? Surely she's had a few humans," Rosalie muttered. I frowned. She could at least give the girl some credit. She is all alone, possibly unbearably thirsty. I knew I couldn't help but tear at the throats of the cruel and ruthless humans during my rebellion of what I was. Maybe she does the same.

"Her eyes aren't crimson at all." Alice clipped. What...? She said she was a newborn. What color is her eyes then? Why is her eyes a different color? "Her eyes are actually like a dark blue color. I think it has something to do with her human life, though I'm not too sure," My eyes were huge.

"And she's going to be Edward's mate?" Esme asked, suppressing her excitement, well trying to anyways. Alice didn't answer, but somehow Esme knew the answer, even though I still don't understand. "I'm so happy to hear this dear," her thoughts shown as much too. I almost jumped up and hugged her for all of her motherliness. Always looking out for us, like the mother we view her as.

"But what's odd, is that she doesn't know what she is, in my vision she kept denying what we told her, so we're going to have to be more subtle about it. It seems she's been through a lot, I'd guess that she hasn't exactly had anything really good happen to her, as well as find someone who loves her very much," when she said the last sentence she looked at me, and thought directly at me; No matter how much you don't think you're looking for anyone, I know that you're looking for someone, and I have a feeling it's her you're looking for. She's going to turn your life upside down, Edward. Think of it as a gift, from fate. Someone is worth your time…and her name just so happens to be Isabella Marie Swan.

Isabella, a complimentary name; Bella, meaning beautiful. I wonder how beautiful she is. Right, I'm going to be mated. That's not going to happen. I frowned.


AN:No, this story is not done in Edward's POV the whole time, But you'll know when the POV changes.