Thank you to all the people who read this, and alerted you made me very happy. And i am terribly sorry that i was bad with this update, for the record it's been written all week i was just being horribly lazy, but i figured i should add a disclaimer to this so... i do not own any of the Twilight series, or the characters. Thank you that's all, hope you enjoy Edwards pov, and please please review, i'd really like to know how i'm doing.
Prelude
September 27, 1917
A park in Chicago Illinois
CHAPTER 2
"Edward, hey Edward"
Shut up shut up shut up, maybe if I'm silent he'll go away.
"Edward I know you are sitting up in that tree purposely ignoring me, now come down here this instant." Sigh there's no escaping it he knows too much
"Will you keep your mouth shut, I'm trying to hide," I said as I slipped down from the tree's branches.
"Your mother found them didn't she?"
"Yes, went on for a half hour about how war isn't all that they say it is, and how foolish I'm being"
"Did she tell you, you should be more like your wonderful friend George?" he said while arching an eyebrow and smirking at me.
"Not a chance I told her you were the one who gave it to me"
"What! Traitor, how could you leave me to the wrath of Elizabeth Masen when her son is involved, Edward I thought you cared!"
George Montgomery my best friend since primary school, I could sum him up in a few words one of them being over dramatic.
"I would thank you not to talk about my mother that way, and don't worry she's decided to let your own mother wreak justice upon you" I sidestepped his fist that was aimed for me.
"Why you, do you have any idea what my mother will do to me if she sees those recruitment pamphlets!"
"Probably what my mother did to me, don't worry I have complete faith that I will see you in school tomorrow" I added with a grin.
George was my best friend, but we both had a habit of blaming the other for the schemes that blew up in our faces, though this wasn't exactly a scheme. Over the years we had done everything together, music lessons together, baseball together, discovering girls were not as horrid as they'd seemed when we were five, discovering that maybe most of them were as a bad as we'd thought them, discovering both to our horror that we were expected to marry one of these clingy socialites, and our most recent obsession, The War.
Both George and I could not wait till we were 18 and old enough to join the army, recruitment posters flyers and film strips were everywhere, and we like every other young man in America could not wait till the day that we could ship out to fight for our country. Of course our mothers were like all the other mothers in America, horrorstruck, they just didn't see why we would want to go off and fight in a war. Why wouldn't we we'd routinely asked ourselves, the glory, the honor, the sense of pride, knowing that we were defending our country and our family back home. George had managed to filch two recruitment pamphlets from the recruiting center a block from our school, and we'd both hidden them, silently reading and rereading them over and over again in the dark while our families slept.
"Is your mother still set on you getting engaged?" he asked while we strode down the paths of the park a few blocks away from both of our houses.
"Of course, did you think she'd give up on it, she wants a daughter, and she wants me to stay at home, in her eyes this is like killing two birds with one stone."
"Ohh that reminds me"
"Of what?"
"Of why I was looking for you, well you know Aunt Marie", of course I did I thought remembering the old woman. She was old and majestic to us as children she seemed ancient, she was one of the matriarchs of Chicago's high society, growing up all of the children in her social circles were instructed to call her Aunt Marie, and we did so reverently, and in fear, she was one of those people that I feared to cross, anyone that did would have to be divine, or a lunatic. "Well did you know that she has a daughter and granddaughter?"
"No I didn't." I'd had no clue that she had a child, heck I didn't even know that she'd been married, it never occurred to me that she might actually have a family.
"Yes well neither did I until my mother told me, apparently she called on her the other day, and there was all this new furniture being moved in, and she told my mother that her daughter and granddaughter were moving in with her so that her granddaughter could join society."
We flinched, not another, I mean of course I liked girls there were some that were quite nice, but I did not like the idea of them sizing me up based on my families name and fortune, and consequently holding me back from my dreams of joining the army. And from past experience we knew that the socialites who came into our society for the sole purpose of joining were especially bloodthirsty when it came to finding a husband, this could not be good.
"Where's she coming from any way if they're moving here just for the society, where did they live before?"
"Arizona I think."
"ARIZONA?"
"That's what I said" he replied
"But what in the world would two women be doing on their own in the dessert?" Alright so maybe that's unfair, and maybe Arizona is not just dessert, but that was what it seemed like to me.
"For goodness sakes Edward they weren't by themselves the husbands business required that they be out there."
"Why, what does he do?"
"I don't know his names S something or another but he runs trade routes all throughout the west, and south. There actually quite rich from what I've heard."
"Hmm, well rich or not this Granddaughter is sure to be a pain, do you know when they're going to arrive?"
"I believe they came in today, but their going to be at the Bartleys afternoon party next Saturday, so that's probably when she'll be shoved down our throats."
"Well I guess that gives us time to prepare."
"Yeah hey did you hear the score for the latest Cub game?"
"Oh yeah they…"
so for the rest of the day we forgot all about the mysterious new girl, but that was the last time I would ever forget her.
September 28, 1917
The new Swan residence
Pink. There was a lot of pink, every where I looked I saw pink, pink curtains, pink ruffles, pink bed spread, pink canopy, pink couches, pink rugs, pink chairs, a pink tea set.
"Ohhhhh mother this is absolutely perfect." Renee crowed as she twirled around her new/old room. I myself was going into pink overload.
"I'm glad you like it my dear" grandmother replied "I had everything specially picked out when I knew you were coming, but you will notice some of your old possessions have been tastefully worked in."
She said it with the air of some high-end fashion designer, displaying the finer points of their newest works that those not gifted with their tasteful eyes might not detect.
It wasn't that bad I admitted after you got used to it, and your eyes adjusted. The furniture was in varying shades of peach, while the walls and carpet were the color of the pink clouds in the setting sun, the bedspread and various other pink trappings throughout the room were actually on closer inspection a rich pink cream, and it was the light reflecting off of the other pink objects that gave it it's brighter shade. The room would look lovely I decided in the early morning and late afternoon, when the sun was coming through the tall windows on the wall
"maybe I could paint it then" I said absently as I walked throughout the room.
"What was that my dear" Marie said
"Nothing grandmother," she gave a small nod of her head before turning to my mother
"Renee dear why don't you get settled in, I know how you hate to travel, I will show Isabella to her room, and then we may all convene in the parlor for tea and to catch up."
"Very well mother, I am actually quite exhausted, Bella dear call me if you need any assistance." I nodded as I followed my grandmother out of the room
"Now Isabella" she began
"Bella actually grandmother'
"I'm sorry what was that?" She said, I flinched I didn't not know what my grandmothers rules on addressing my elders was and I worried that I might have overstepped it.
"I prefer to be called Bella, if you don't mind" I repeated
"Oh very well then, yes I like the sound of that, much better the Isabella if you don't mind my saying so, much shorter, easier on this old mouth of mine. But you'll have to speak up, my ears are not quite what they used to be" she said, I was surprised all my memories of my grandmother were of this regal (somewhat intimidating) matriarch, yet here she sounded more like one of the ranchers wives from back home. "Now as I was saying your room is on the far end of the second floor on the third hall, it's the farthest away from, mine and your mothers room, I thought you might appreciate the privacy."
"I do thank you very much" I was touched by how, thought full she was being. We reached the end of the third hall and she opened the door. I was surprised I had been expecting a duplicate of my mothers room, but instead I found something completely different.
The room was beautiful, the walls were painted a light pastel blue, the ceiling was a creamy white, and the floor was a hardwood and dark brown. There was a large bed in the center of one wall, it wasn't as tall as it was wide, it rose about two feet off the ground, but it made up for that with a massive headboard, it was the width of the bed and rose about three and a half feet above the pillows, it was made of a dark wood with intricate carvings covering the surface, there was also some sort of blue inlay which accented some of the more beautiful parts of the carving, the bed spread, the carpet, and pieces of furniture were all varying shades of blue, and the curtains which opened up to a small balcony looking over the back yard and half hidden by the branches of a beautiful tree were a light cream.
I must have been smiling like an idiot, I couldn't help myself, already just being in this room brightened my outlook on moving considerably, I was just waiting for her to say "oh my mistake must have opened the wrong door", but instead she gave a satisfied nod of her head at my awestruck expression, and excused herself telling me to be in the parlor freshened up in an hour.
"Well even if this move is the worst thing that ever happened to me at least one good thing came of it." I said I flopped very ungracefully onto the bed. I had no idea at the time how very true those words were.
Well there you have it, the Next chapter starts the actual story, with Finding. I realized that i posted the first two chapters in a hurry and that i should probably go back and edit them. Please review i'd really like to know what people think of this story.
