My Mate Saga
Chapter One
Edward Cullen was lying down on his simple bed, in his den, in his habitat, in the research lab.
If Edward cared to calculate the time, he would have realized that he was reaching one whole month of this strange involuntary confinement. Still, as it was, he had weeks ago surrendered himself over the mind-numbing monotony of the forced routine.
For the last four weeks, he had woken each night, fed from his allotted daily rations, run the short perimeter of his simulated 'natural' enclosure to stretch his painfully unutilized muscles, and returned to his den for a sleep that would ensure the continuation of said cycle.
The only part of the last month of his life that wasn't devastatingly predictable was the randomly timed laboratory sessions when the humans would invade his bubble of seclusion to poke and prod in the name of discovery.
He wore simple clothing; a tight black shirt and matching pants. He didn't bother with shoes—there was nothing in this world to step on that could permeate the stone-like skin on the soles of his feet-as always; his hair was a brilliant bronze mess, finally grown out from the beginning of the month. His topaz eyes still held the same ancient sadness. The captivity did nothing but exacerbate the crippling loneliness that had haunted his 149 years of life.
In his existence outside this thinly veiled prison cell, Edward had two younger siblings; an exuberant sister, Alice, and a dim yet endearing brother, Emmet. His mother, Esme, and father, Carlisle, had raised them on the blood of animals. Their large coven's bazaar diet earned them a sort of respectful skepticism from others of the vampire species. Even his sibling's mates, Rosalie and Jasper, had struggled to leave behind the smooth pull of rich human blood for the gritty, unpleasant drags that came from the throats of a beast.
Carlisle insisted it was a matter of ethics, that humans were not so different from them. Edward had always accepted his father's logic more or less, but as he faced another day as a glorified lab rat, he was beginning to reconsider.
He could remember his first trip to the lab; it was only an hour after they brought him into this dreadful facility. He had growled, snarled, hissed, and even snapped at the scientist that stabbed him with a unique needle that could pierce through his diamond-hard skin. His blood had filled the large syringe in only a few seconds. Next was a sharp-looking knife cutting his bronze color hair short into a neat cut, just like his mother used to do when he was little with a sharp rock.
Much to his distaste. He had liked his longish shaggy hair.
Then before he knew it, the humans had poisoned his skin with a toxin that made him fall asleep. He woke up what seems like minutes later on a creaky bed that cried every movement he made.
They say that a male vampire can only have one mate. They would give their own life protecting that mate without a second's hesitation. The males were built to defend their females; they were strong, fast, physically massive, and wholly consumed with possessing and protecting their precious mates: while their fairer sexes were contrastingly tiny, delicate, and naturally submissive. The relationship between vampire couples was a skewed imbalance of provider-nurturer.
Males carefully selected mates based on beauty, temperament, and fertility; to ensure a strong bond and equally sturdy offspring were produced.
Edward had seen it; the way mates complete each other; fulfill each other.
He had seen it the way his stately father melted into a playful juvenile when his mother smiled. He had seen it when Jasper, a male that had spent half a decade as a bloodthirsty warrior, cooed adoringly to the tiny baby girl Alice had given him. He had even seen it in the way his lighthearted brother ripped into the throat of a rival male to earn his rights to Rosalie.
He had seen it, but he had never been able to experience it for himself. He had seen many females in his life, but none had ever spiked his interest. At one time, years ago, his father had arranged a courtship with the eldest daughter of the Denali Clan of Alaska. Tanya, the name gave Edward shivers as he recalls the horrid moments he had to spend with the blonde female. Even though Edward tried, he couldn't find a connection with her; he didn't find blondes attractive at all.
Suddenly, a knock came from the metal door the scientist use to enter his den whenever they wanted something. Edward looked up, shaking his head to clear the rambling thoughts as Jackie, his 'care keeper,' came in with his tray of luke-warm animal blood.
Jackie supported a small, frail body. She was pretty old with black hair mixed with a bit of grey. Jacie looked eastern, probably from an Asian country. From day one, she had been very nice to him. She had never been afraid of the enormous vampire and seemed to accept him easily for what he was. Besides, with her age, she did not oppose a threat to him at all.
The older woman had become something like a God sent, treating him like an equal, a friend even, in a facility full of humans that viewed him as some monumental new species of a wild beast. Despite the impossibility for verbal communication, she had managed to give him a brief daily reprieve for the constant silence.
Jackie walked over and placed the tray on the small wooden nightstand by his bed. He sat up to take the can of blood and drank quickly, biting back a grimace at the taste. It was even worse than fresh animal blood; it wasn't anything to write home about. He placed it back on the tray after he was done and sat quietly, waiting for Jackie to let him out.
She smiled sweetly and gave Edward a little pat on the head. He tolerated her patronizing affection; he was sure her heart was in the right place. She walked over to the door that led to his habitat, pushing the code that opened the thick steel entrance and letting Edward run out into his makeshift forest.
The scientist had made him a little habitat, clearly meant to mock a small portion of a typical US forest, with adult pine trees, little stretches of long-grass, even a river-like water feature.
Up until he was captured, he had thought that vampire skin was the hardest substance out there, but the transparent material that made up the fishbowl-like dome that keeps him from escaping had proved him wrong. He had spent the first-week scaling such enclosure for some sort of weakness, throwing his weight against the glass like a panicked bird, but had only managed to break his spirit.
Once he gave up trying to smash himself into pieces, he found that his time in the habitat was his favorite time of day; if he didn't think about it too hard, Edward could almost convince himself that he was at home, that he was on a hunt and his family was waiting for him. He would run around, climb the tall trees, jumping across the gaps between each one like it was nothing at all.
It only hurt when he realized his family wasn't waiting that they didn't know where he was any better than he did.
After a few hours of peace, the scientist came in and called for Edward. He obediently came over and followed the small man to the stark white research room. It took him two weeks to get used to this. The first few times, they had to immobilize him even to get him close to the lab. There he would fight his hardest to get out. He stopped struggling after they introduced him to 'the collar'… The damn thing delivered different degrees of pain every time he stepped a toe out of line.
Now it was just easier to obey.
"How are we doing today?" One of the infantile scientists greeted Edward.
The vampire glared at him.
Just because he was required to cooperate didn't mean he had to roll over like a lap dog. They both knew damn well Edward didn't have a clue what the idiot was saying.
He lazily cocked his head to one side, a gentle reminder.
The pimply young man Edward estimated to be fresh out of some posh human college blushed behind his terrible complexion. "Oh yeah, that's right! You don't understand. I swear it's like looking at a human sometimes…"
Edward just blinked.
"Never mind." He muttered aloud.
He slowly started the tests, and Edward lay down on the cold steel table, making a conscious effort to relax.
Edward closed his eyes and forced himself into an uneasy sleep.
He was sitting by a waterfall.
His gold eyes scanned across a field of flowers in front of him, mesmerized by the kaleidoscope of colors that bounced off each petal. He was so distracted by the eerie beauty of the scene he hadn't noticed that he wasn't alone.
Edward turned his head, and his breath left him in one painful compression of his lungs.
She was striking; magnificent. The most beautiful vampire Edward had seen in nearly a century of life.
The tiny female's silky dark brown hair framed a perfect heart-shaped face. Warm golden eyes told Edward she was just like him, as did her soft pale skin that was sparkling with equal brilliance.
Her full red lips began to move, "Edward," she smiled. Though she was gazing lovingly in his direction, he sensed that she was looking straight through him.
Her voice was just a gentle whisper but without a doubt the most breathtaking sound to have ever met his ears. He stopped breathing so that nothing would compete with that voice should she grace him with it once more.
Edward felt his whole world stop. Nothing mattered but the gorgeous girl beside him. Beside him, where he knew she is meant to be.
"Edward," she spoke again, calling for him as if he wasn't right in front of her.
He frowned, confused, and reached out to reassure her, to comfort her.
But instead of smooth, warm skin, his hand met only empty air. His face contorted in pain as his female melted away in front of his eyes like she was suddenly made of mist, blown from him by the gentle breeze.
"No!" He yelled, crestfallen.
Edward jumped up out of his bed and was standing in the middle of his fabricated den. He hadn't even felt the scientist moved him.
He was panting hard, desperately trying to remember why he felt so empty.
What did those humans do to him?
He looked down at the tray on the nightstand, took the can, and drank heavily, trying to ease his sudden unidentifiable need. He let the warm blood slide down his throat, but it wasn't what he yearned for.
He lay on his bed as thoughts of her flooded back into his mind. The most beautiful female in the world, and she existed only in his head. She was taunting him and teasing him.
He felt so close to her it physically pained him to wake without her in his arms.
Then, just as quickly as the emptiness had come, it suddenly left him. The century-old ache was gone, and Edward was left with a deep, irrational sense of peace.
His beautiful girl hadn't come to him to mock him; she was looking for him, she was coming.
He wasn't going to be alone anymore. He was going to have his light. His angel. His life.
His mate.
ALYALYALY
I am BACK on fanfiction, can you believe it? Let's see what's happened since the last time I've been on here.
I had two babies, got married, and started Univeristy again!
I'm not going to lie, I started writing here on when I was about 14 years old and I published this story when I was about 15-16 years old. The grammar mistakes, weak characters, and unstable plot lines were due to a lack of maturity in my writing. That is why I have re-written my stories so many times and have taken them off and republished them. Now I'm ready to try again, and give you all some decent work for your entertainment!
With that being said, hope you enjoy or re-enjoy My Mate Saga!
Lots of Love
Alyne