A/N: This chapter is not completed, in fact its barely started. Perhaps someday it will be continued, but I promise nothing.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story, except for the stable boy, but I doubt that really counts.

Category: Books: Twilight

Genre: General/Tragedy/Drama/Angst/Adventure

Rating: PG-13

Summary: The story of how Edward entered into the secret and legendary world of vampires.

Edward's Story
by: Dark Huntress
Chapter One

"Edward, please dear," my mother begged, she was tall and beautiful, her features soft with love and kindness. "I must go to market."

"Yes, mother," I replied, rising from the piano, I loved playing, it was one of the few things I did for enjoyment anymore.

"Dear, do wear your burgundy trousers and coat, not the navy one," mother replied curtly, eying my choice of attire with menace. "Really, it clashes terribly with my red dress, you know that."

"Yes, mother," I answered, Ido not particularly understand my mother's fashion, she believed that we all must match when we went to town.

Mother was young when she had me, only fifteen, and still held youth on her face, even now, seventeen years later. She loved fashion, and it was everything father could do to afford her wild tastes. I never understood, and never will I believe, understand the great pains my father takes to please my mother. Father has stated many times before, that someday I would understand, once I found a woman that I deemed worthy of my love. But really, spending ones royalties just to please a woman?

Shaking my head, I directed myself to my room. Shutting the door, I took out the attire that my mother deemed appropriate for our outing. She would have nothing less than perfection when we entered the streets, we were one of the richest families in Chicago, therefore, it was of the upmost importance for others to see what they expected ones of our status to look and behave.

I returned to the sitting room, my mother sitting comfortably in her rocker, knitting a woolen scarf, and humming a sweet lullaby. It was the one my father had made for her many years previous, when he had been courting her. I had heard the story many times before, listening to their tales of long past as we sat about the fireplace on cool evenings. It would lull me often into a state of euphoria as I sipped my cup of coffee, and nodded at their loving words.

"Mother, has Peter retrieved the buggy?" I questioned, watching as she sat the piece aside, and smiled up at me lovingly.

"Of course, I called for it ten minutes prior," she answered, taking my offered arm to help her stand from her rocker, her dress swirling about her.

I walked her out of our home, shutting the door securely behind us. The brown Morgan stood patiently in the drive, her nickers and stomping feet nothing but routine to my ears. I much preferred the easy rhythm of a buggy rather than the new vehicle we had purchased on a few months prior. It was much to noisy for my taste, and though not with the buggy attached, the horse could go at much faster paces.

"Thank you, Peter," I said, patting the young lad upon his head with kindness, he was a good child, only around ten, and had worked us for over a year.

"Ya wecome sir," he said, tipping his hat before racing back to the stables, Mother shook her head disapprovingly as she waited for me to help her into her seat.

"You really shouldn't mingle with the help, Edward," Mother patronized, she was never severe, always with a gentle voice.

"I know Mother," I replied, it was forced into me not to, to only socialize with those deemed appropriate by society and the circle that I was in.

Sighing, I climbed in as well, grabbing the reigns and encouraging the young horse to pick up the pace. I had always been interested in horses, even from a young age, and now was in charge of many numbers. Two of my prize foals had won trophies at the local races, and were preparing to go on to a more nationally ranked circuit. The Mason name stood tall and proud, and I grinned, seeing the bright future that awaited me.

"Dear, why do you insist on driving these out of date horses?" Mother asked, her small nose puckered up and her lips meshed tightly together.

"Because, cars are just a fad, and no where as reliable as a good Morgan," I commented, smiling as the wind rippled through my hair.

"Don't be silly, automobiles are of the future, we must let the past stay there," she continued, already she was running her long fingers through her hair, checking for any strand out of place.

"You look fine," I said, watching as she smiled in my direction and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek, she adored praising.

"One can never be too careful, we must always look our best, its what's expected of us," she said lightly as she turned to stare off at the passing countryside.

We lived just around a half hour's drive from Chicago, moving out onto the large farms when I was merely a boy. Its when Father had decided that the country air would be good for his mother, much cleaner. Grandmother passed away a year later, and yet, we had never really wished to return to the city. Well, Mother had, but I was content to spend my days on the great expanse of our estate, far away from the women that Mother wished to introduce me to.