This is the final chapter for this particular prequel. However I will be uploading another two prequel. One will be this story only from Carlisle's point of view, and the second will be Chris's first couple months home with the Cullen family. Both first chapters will be uploaded tonight. Final info at the end of this chapter :) enjoy!


We walked down my street, it was quiet. Of course it was, it was just after dusk, everyone was home eating supper, listening to the wireless, listening for the air raid sirens to scream.

I quickly saw the Packard parked on the side of the street, in front of my house. Like the creatures of the night we were, Edward and I stayed in the shadows, especially when we saw people. I kept my promise, I hadn't taken a breath in nearly twenty minutes, it was uncomfortable I found, not breathing meant I couldn't smell anything and my body was not happy about that.

Edward kept his hand firmly on my shoulder, true to his word he wasn't taking any chances. I could see my house, I could see figure moving around in the front window, thank goodness my mother hadn't pulled the blackout curtains. Edward guided me closer to the house, from our angle on the street I could see inside my family's drawing room, where after dinner we'd sit together.

Dad and mum listen to the wireless while I partially paid attention; I was absorbed in my books, every now and then Dad would lean down and whisper some comment about the wireless host or the news that would have me chuckling and him snorting while mum gave us warning looks.

I sighed, those days were gone now. This would be it, the last time I would see my mother…and my father…he was somewhere in London maybe, but I didn't know where. I closed my eyes for a second, making sure I kept his face strong in my mind, it was months since I last saw my father, but I would never see him again.

I stood on my tiptoes to get a better look as my mother followed by Carlisle entered the room. But all I could see was the tops of their heads, Edward sighed and nodded his head towards a tree that has always sat across from my house, but I never paid much attention to it, when I was younger it wasn't anything special to climb on, not like the ones just down the street in the gardens and the park.

I quickly got Edward's suggestion and pulled myself into the tree, I didn't go that far however, as Edward kept a firm grip on my ankle, but I was high enough to see into my house. I hoped someone didn't peek out their window and ring Scotland Yard, but that worry slowly drifted out of my mind as I finally saw my mother's face.

She looked so tired, so worn out, and I felt ashamed I had done this to her. Maybe it would have been better if I had died, that way, at least she'd have a body to see, proof, physical proof. Without a body, there would always be a chance I would walk through the door.

Even with our superhuman hearing, I couldn't hear exactly what was being said, but at the moment I didn't care, it was my mother's face I wanted to see and now that I had, I realized I didn't want this image in my mind for eternity. What I thought I could accomplish by returning home now made no sense at all, I wouldn't be able to tell my mum that I was sorry myself, that would fall on Dr. Cullen. I wouldn't stand face to face with her and hear her tell me that she wasn't cross or hurt by my actions that morning.

I did not feel the guilt that ate away at my stomach ease at all, like I had expected it to do, instead it grew worse.

The hurt I had seen on my mother's face when I had told her to lay off me, it was nothing compared to the hurt I now saw on her face.

"What did you expect Chris? That she would be happy?" I growled at him and he growled right back. "She's your mother. This was one of the reasons he did not want you to come. He didn't want this to be your last image of your mother."

"I don't care about the memories Edward," I lied, he looked ready to argue with me, but decided against it, instead he turned his attention back to Dr. Cullen and my mother. "Edward, what are they saying?"

"Carlisle is explaining who he is and how he knows her. She's asking if he knows your whereabouts, if you are in a hospital somewhere, she telling him that she's been franticly looking for you, but no one's been able to give her any news." He paused and looked up at me "he's telling her as gently as possible that he was there when you were brought to the hospital after being unearthed after the bombing on the 14th." He paused again "she knows what's coming Chris, you're mother can read it in his voice." He chuckled a bit and I glared at him. How could he possibly think this was funny?

"What is so funny?" I growled

"I think I know where you got your ability to read people. You're mother, am I correct?"

I looked at him, then back at her. I had never thought about that. It certainly made sense, mum always knew what dad and I were up to, we never got away with anything because she could always tell what we were up to even if neither of us said anything.

"I suppose…" I leaned against the tree, resting my head against the branch "what are they saying now?"

"She believes him, but doesn't at the same time."

"How is that possible?"

"She believes he's telling the truth, but she doesn't believe you're truly dead." Edward paused and looked up at me his face serious.

"What?" I was confused, either she believed I was dead or she didn't, there was no middle place on this.

"This time there is." Edward answered my thoughts "I cant be sure, but it's like your mother knows as her son you are dead, but" my eyes went wide.

All my life I had grown up listening to my father tell me legends of Scotland and when I was older he began telling me the vampire legends that I, like him grew to love.

Mum always acted like she hated the stories, she turned away and ignored the two of us whenever the subject was brought up.

But if Edward was telling the truth about the thoughts that lay deep in my mother's mind, she had been listening whether she believed them at the time was not relevant, the point was she believed them now.

"My god." I breathed "what…what will happen?"

Edward shook his head

"She believes her own heart and feels that whatever has happened to you, you are safe."

"Your pulling my leg," I hissed down to him "there is no way my mother of all people would believe in such things. She calls them foolish mindless tales, she always chastised my father for filling my head with such tales as immortal blood drinking creatures."

"Chris I am not lying to you, what she is telling Carlisle is one thing, these are thoughts inside her mind."

"Has he showed her the watch? That will put her mind at rest."

"He's about to, he's telling her that you had given it to him before you died, that your greatest concern was not dying, but getting home to her."

"Good." I nodded and hung my head. Despite what Edward had said about my mother actually listening to my father's tales and believing them, I know my mother better than he, whether he has seen in her mind or not. I'm her son not him.

I just hoped that Carlisle could lay her pain to rest and that she would move on even a bit. I just wish my father was there with her, to comfort and console her…

"Come on Chris, we should go back."

I wasn't ready…I couldn't leave my spot; I was frozen, staring at my mother's beautiful face. Had she always been that beautiful, had her face always had that strong caring look on it?

How had I never noticed these, I loved my mother, but searching my brain I could not remember noticing how beautiful she actually is, at least not recently, I'm sure when I was younger I did, but when was the last time I thought it, let alone said it?

Edward was pulling on my ankle, trying to get me down, his pulls were becoming more and more insistent.

"No, please another minute." I begged

"Chris now. Carlisle's getting ready to leave, lets go!" I was reluctant to do so, but I slid out of the tree, the second I hit the ground Edward's hand was back on my shoulder. "Carlisle knows we're here," I looked up at Edward in surprise "he figured you wouldn't listen about this, but he expects us to limit the chances we take." We were walking down the street, in the distance I could see Saint Paul…it was still there, the Germans hadn't destroyed it. I smiled a bit and Edward looked down at me curious

"As long as Saint Paul's stands, London will survive." I repeated my mother's words…

Edward nodded

"Trust me Chris, I know about war and duty." I looked at him quickly, "you have this war, I had the Great War, and I can guarantee this will not be the last war humanity faces..."

"Wars come and go, and still humanity survives." I grinned "nothing's permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles." Edward looked over at me, grinning

"Charlie Chaplin?" he guessed

"Of course." We shared a chuckle as we headed back to our cottage as we did I glanced around I knew I'd probably never be back to London, least not for a very long time. I wanted my home imbedded in my mind, even if it is a skeleton of the city I had grown to love I would still remember it. Like with my parents, my family, my friends, my country.


A/N: Ok everyone I hope you all enjoyed this, as I said in the beginning, the Blitz is a part of history I've always been interested in, so the chance to write about it, even a little bit was important to me and I hope I did it justice. Now I have some thanks to give!

Cetacea-of-Time, Sharpsnout, and Just4Me, you guys have really made my day and made me feel really good about how this turned out.

As I said, Carlisle's version of this will be up tonight so you will be able to see what was going on in his mind when he decided to change a 14 year old kid. Also there is a chapter much later on in The Sun never sets, where he explains it more detail so be on the look out for that chapter. The rest of the family is back home in Washington. When the Blitz started, Carlisle felt it was his duty to go back to England and help in anyway he could, especially as a doctor, something they desperately needed. He brought Edward along to help with non-blood related injuries. Esme would've been really helpful, but her and the rest of the family being in bomb ravaged London wouldnt have been an ideal family vacation, so Esme, Emmett, and Rose stayed home, don't worry they are all coming in the next prequel fic. I promise and you will see the close bond that Esme and Chris have and how it developed.

Anyways, I hope that explained some as much as I could without giving next fics away. I'm glad everyone enjoyed this and I can't wait to get Carlisle's pov and the next prequel for Chris uploaded for everyone. Take care!