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

I haven't written anything in awhile and I would say why I haven't updated, because a lot of things have been going on recently, but I think that would be a waste of space, and I wasn't too happy with the previous chapter, I think I'll use this chapter to see whether or not I continue this story.

This story starts off in the past and soon leads into the present..I know there are mistakes in here, whether it be spelling error or a sentence worded weirdly,but I figured since it's 3:37 am that for now I'm not bothering with it..and if I did you probably won't see this chapter until a week later, which I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate...so

To anyone that's still reading this story, I hope you enjoy it...I hope? XP

Written In the Stars

chapter 4

"Memories"

The smell was nauseating. His stomach flipped in disgust at the amount of blood that was constantly shed before his eyes, but at the same time, it had a longing, a longing for the crimson liquid that was being constantly poured on the cold stone floor beneath him.
He had lost his sense of the situation, it was clear that he was given away, unwanted even by the monster that had created him, for some reason that brought a feeling of dread inside of him. Was he truely meant to be alone? Was there something wrong with him like the blond man had insinuated? Was he not normal enough on their standards, but then again how could any monster be normal?

The guards had taken to bringing victims into his "cage" , the room he was not allowed to leave, his sanctuary as the others who taunted him called it. Their latest choice was a women in mid- life, her hair matted in clumps, her pleas unheard. He was forced to watch the same situation over and over again. The guards hands rough against his face forcing him to face one direction only. If his eyes so much as moved from the scene he was threatened with having them gauged out. He was starting to think that perhaps that was a fine idea. Don't get him wrong they brought in different people every day be it man or woman, but the reaction was always the same, they would plead for their lives and scream some nonsense of the time they spent helping these other vampires,but they were all killed in the end, never the same way.
He was constantly forced to watch as the guards created new ways of killing their choices. On particularly bad days he was drenched with blood. His stomache had been growling at him for awhile demanding some sort of nourishment and as he eyed the dried blood on the floor he knew exactly what it was that his body so readily craved, but just because he knew didn't mean that he would give it the satisfaction. After all he was a monster, monsters don't need to live and he was clearly already dead, as his heart was no longer giving a beat, so how much longer would it take, for him to completely shut down? ?He hoped it wouldn't take too long, he wasn't sure how much longer he could take.

The door opened with a loud bang as new guards burst in with their latest prize. It was a boy younger then Edward himself. He gave them a glance before slowly crawling to a corner in the room that he had soon learned to favor. His body trembling in a way that the others deemed unnatural for their kind. He could hear it in their minds the way that they thought about him, the way they thought him, more of a monster, but so weak, so pathetic that he couldn't do something as simple as eat. They didn't understand why he was wasting away when he had been given a new life.

They were talking, their mouths moving in fervor, his mind whirled slowly as he tried to comprehend their words. He turned his attention to the boy who seemed frightful of what was being planned. This was the first time Edward hadn't been held to watch the scene and he was becoming slightly paranoid because of it.
They jostled the boy a bit before bringing him closer to Edward. He felt his eyes widen and quickly stopped breathing. They had never bothered with this before, they had never actually tried to feed him. They cut the skin on the squirming boys neck and smeared some of it on Edwards lips. His mind begged his mouth to open and taste the forbidden fruit of temptation. (1)

He clenched his mouth shut tight and watched as the anger he instilled in the guards grew. They were going to hit him, he realized as they dropped the boy and began toward him. They were going to force feed him unless the boy got away. He was free from his bonds but that didn't mean he could truely get away.
Edward wiped the blood away from his mouth and glared at the guards as they grabbed him. His trembling grew worse by the minute, but he still struggled against them.

"Are you going to scream for help?" One sneered into his face, his racid breath washing over his face, making Edward realize that at some point he began to breath again. He pushed against the guard holding him down and quickly cut off his air supply.

The other guard came into view holding the struggling boy, until the guard seemed to not be able to take it anymore. With a loud snap the neck of the boy was broken.

"We have to get him to feed now! With the boy dead the blood will stop circulating throughout the body."

"So?" The other replied dumbly.

"So, the blood will stop flowing as fast, and its disgusting cold."

The man shrugged as the one holding him down pressed hard against his cheeks in order to pry his mouth open, he grabbed wildly at the strong hand, trying with all his might to pull it away, but to no avail.

The man quickly forced the corpse against his cold lips and Edward cringed at the cold skin against his teeth. The boy had just died and already his body was cooling at an alarming rate.

The pressure against his cheeks grew and he grunted with pain as his teeth slowly opened. The cut that had been made earlier on, pressed against him. A drop dropping into his mouth and slowly making its descend down his throat. He could feel a strange sensation in his eyes, the feeling you get as your about to cry, and wondered if monsters could cry.

The taste was horrid, but his body craved it, even with the first taste his body demanded more. He willed himself away from the situation as the door opened much softer then the way the guards had opened it.

The monsters looked away from him and instantly straightened as they saw who was at the door.

"My lord." They whispered and bowed.

Edward remained as he was, the corpse lying beside him, his mouth and mind closed as he turned on his side to watch the beginning process of decay on the corpse. The boy looked peaceful in death, while alive he had been frightened, frightened that Edward would eat him, but he had resisted the temptation, he had resisted drinking from this boy, so his body could remain whole as he ventured through his after life. The thought brought a small smile to his face.

That would be the first time that he met Marcus.

Edward opened his eyes and glared at the sun that bathed his whole body before looking at his watch. It was amazing how much time could pass by with him just reminiscing about his past.

He closed his eyes and tried to imagine something else, something better as the sun warmed his unnaturally cold body. He smiled slightly at the smell the small clearing seemed to give off. It had been awhile since he entered his own real sanctuary, his home away from home, he was on the verge of remembering something pleasant when a gasp broke him from his thoughts.

He quickly got up and moved as fast as he could into the shade to hide the strange sparkles his body seemed to give off in the sun.

He peeked from behind the tree he had managed to escape to as he saw someone he hadn't expected to see in his clearing.

Jacob Black stood in the clearing with a confused expression on his face, but there was no disgust at what he had seen at all.

After what Sam had said, even though he knew Jacob couldn't fully understand, he had thought for sure, he would never see Jacob again.

Jacobs features held a lot of Ephraim in them, some of his motions seemed to be the same as well and caused an odd sense of nostalgia to well up inside of him.

He moved out from behind the tree and walked closer so he would be in Jacobs eyesight, but still in the shadows.

He watched as Jacobs face lit up in a smile and wondered if he was truely not digusted with him.

"For a moment it looked like you sparkled, it looked so neat." Jacob said happily.

Edward couldn't help the smile that emerged on his face from that sentence, but he still gave Jacob a slightly confused looked that Jacob seemed to understand.

"Sam's been trying to keep a close eye on me, but I slipped out of the house through the bathroom window, kind of an old trick, didn't actually think it would work." Jacob shrugged as if it was nothing.

Edward raised an eyebrow and Jacob nodded to himself before continuing. " As for finding you I guess it was instinct, you know? I don't know why but I feel like we're connected even though we just met, strange isn't it?" Jacob asked with a small nervous laugh.

Edward shook his head. He didn't find it strange at all, he had felt this connection almost as soon as they met the first time.

"Why don't you come out here in the sun?" Jacob questioned while beconing him over.

Edward hesitated before giving him a look that seemed to ask if he wouldn't freak out.

Jacob gave him an encouraging smile and Edward took a deep breath before slowly walking into the clearing. As the sun hit him, he instantly felt the warmth as well as felt Jacob's quiet gasp.

He opened his eyes quickly to see if their was an judgement there and was surprised when he was greated with a look of awe. Jacob sat down and Edward followed suit feeling it was only appropriate.

"Does it hurt?" Jacob asked and Edward gave a silent laugh before shaking his head no.

"It's beautiful!" Jacob blurted out before quickly turning away, embarrassed.

"I don't know why I said that, don't laugh." Jacob said before turning to Edward with a serious expression that only seemed to heighten the amusement.

Jacob dropped the look in an instant and smiled. "I have a question and I hope you won't take it the wrong way, but - can you talk?" Jacob asked hesitantly.
Edward gave a small smile before shaking his head no.

"Is it strange not being able to talk?"

Again Edward gave the same answer.

"Whats your name? I heard from Sam that it's Cullen, but I figured that wasn't your first name."

Edward got up and grabbed a stick that lay nearby. He quickly walked back to his place near Jacob and sat down. His hands felt the dirt in front of him making sure it was soft enough, before he picked up the stick and began to write his name out.

"Edward." Jacob said softly as if testing it out. "Edward! I like it. It matches you." Jacob said with more enthusiam and Edward felt a pleasing shiver run down his spine at hearing his name pass through Jacob's lips. He felt his eyes widen at the thought and shook his head softly. Why did he just think that?

Jacob flopped down on the ground and waited for Edward to do the same. When they were both lying their basking in the sun,Jacob held up his hand, breaking through the ray of light.

"I know everyone says that looking into the sun is bad for you, but I always believe that if you look at the sun for as long as it takes for your eyes to water, them a ray of light will connect you with the one that your destined to be with. Sam thinks its a silly thought, but I always planned on proving him wrong."

Jacob said in a soft tone. Edward turned his head to stare at Jacob and saw how intently he was looking at the sun, before turning away to look at Edward, tears in his eyes.

Edward rolled his eyes at Jacobs antics, but couldn't help the smile that crossed his features.

"I think we're going to have an interesting friendship." Jacob mumured and Edward couldn't help but agree.

Neither noticed the ray of light that seemed to connect them together.

A/N: There you go, Please review.

(1) I wanted that to be worded like that, because it seemed like the right amount of weirdness that this story needs...no promises on no more angst though..XP