Discalimer: I don't own Twilight or its characters.

Hello Ladies!

I am so excited to share this new story with you! In all the years I've written Twilight fanfiction, I think this marks the first time I actually write about vampires lol but I wanted to give you some pointers before we began. Like I said before, this story is going to have angst, some gore, vampire politics, female rage, mates, mating bond and even some smut. While some things may seem hopeless, I can guarantee this is a Edward/Bella happily ever after.

This work was inspired by The Prophecy by Taylor Swift, plus other songs in The Tortured Poets Department, as well as some inspiration was taken from The Haunting of Bly Manor. If you are a fan of the show, you may catch it in the later chapters.

But without furthur ado, I give you: Invisible String.


And it was written,

I got cursed like Eve got bitten

Oh, was it punishment?

Pad around when I get home,

I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope

A greater woman wouldn't beg

But I looked to the sky and said

Please, I've been on my knees

Change the prophecy

Don't want money

Just someone who wants my company

Let it once be me

Who do I have to speak to

About if they can redo the prophecy?


THE KIND OF LOVE POETS WROTE ABOUT

It was said amongst the villagers that Isabella Swan and Edward Masen were born with an invisible string that tied their souls together.

It was the only way they could explain how the merchant's son and the farmer's daughter always found their way to each other.

Their mothers had been childhood friends. Two girls who dreamed of the day they would marry and have children. And it was their dream that their children would grow with the same bond as they had as girls.

Elizabeth was the first of the duo to marry. She'd caught the eye of a merchant's son, one Edward Masen. He was awkward and soft spoken, but easy on the eyes. They were married just two months after their introduction, and it was through their union that Renee met one of Edward's oldest friends, Charles Swan.

Renee and Charles had a slightly longer courtship than Elizabeth and Edward had. Charles was not easily taken by Renee's father, being the son of a farmer. But if there was one thing about Charles, it was that he had honor and a great strength of character. When he loved, he loved greatly, and it took all but six months for Renee's father to be convinced he'd make a suitable match for his daughter. By the time the pair finally made it to the altar, Elizabeth was all but seven months pregnant.

Edward Masen Jr. was born in the heart of the summer. He had his mother's fiery bronze hair and fair skin, but his eyes. Oh how his father loved to boast about how his son had his eyes, the almond shape and emerald shade. He was a rumbustious boy. The boy was practically running by his first birthday. He often had his mother on edge with his unruly behavior and it was quite common to walk amongst the village and hear the occasional shout from Mrs. Masen as she chased after her young boy.

"Edward! Slow down, dammit!"

While it was unsavory for a woman to curse, many mothers in the village did not blame the poor Mrs. Masen for losing her cool when it came to Edward Masen Jr.

He was rough, unpredictable at times even, but not when it came to Isabella Swan.

Edward was three years old when Isabella Swan was born, and for him, he didn't think he'd ever seen something as beautiful as the babe Renee held in her arms.

"This is Isabella," Renee said to lean, turning the young babe in her arms so he could see her better. "It'll be your job to look after her once she's older."

Edward, not at all paying attention to what Renee had said, pressed a kiss on the little girl's cheek, earning soft looks from all the adults in the room.

From that moment forward, it was nearly impossible to take Edward from Isabella's side.

Isabella had been quite different from what Edward was as a child. Renee had troubles conceiving and lost two babes in the process. Isabella had been their miracle child, and while Renee was sure she would not very likely get with child again, she was content with her sweet baby girl. Isabella was the apple of Charles' eye. Much like Edward, there was little he could deny her. She was a gentle soul, charming and incredibly beautiful with her mahogany curls and chocolate eyes.

At one point in their childhood, she was called the Edward Whisperer. Edward's unruliness had become a temper as the young boy grew, and that temper was often tested whenever it came to Isabella. Whether it be tackling another boy in the village for pushing her to the ground as he ran by, to spilling a whole pitcher of lemonade on another little girl who'd purposefully spilt hers on Isabella's brand new dress, to going as far as to mouth off at another adult who dared to insinuate Isabella had stolen from him.

Edward never took kindly to those who harmed, or tried to harm, his Bella - as he liked to call her. And it seemed that the only person who could calm him down was Bella herself. His mother had tried to no avail. He'd gotten many spankings from his father which changed very little. The only person who could ground him was Isabella, and it seemed that her own anxieties melted away when she was with him.

There was never a shadow of a doubt that Isabella would marry Edward one day. The other boys in the village, some of whom had interest in Isabella, knew better than to attempt to court her when she came of age. Edward himself left many broken hearts when their engagement was announced.

Their love was truly a unique gift. It was the kind of love poets wrote about. They were two halves of one soul. They could find one another in a crowded room without even looking for each other. Just a glance, that's all it took for Edward to find her. Just his presence in the room was enough for Isabella to know that he was there.

How fortunate were they to have found each other so easily? For their love to take root in a village that would never flourish.

Perhaps they would've gotten married as they planned that day, and Edward would've continued his father's work just like he had with his father. Perhaps they would've been blessed with many children, or perhaps none, they would've left it in fate's hands. And while they would've never been rich or have many luxuries, it wouldn't have mattered to them. They would've been happy just as long as they were together.

But fate would have it differently.


The day before their wedding, in a meadow under the afternoon sun, Edward and Bella laid on the grass together. She raised her hand to him and he pressed his against hers, palm against palm before their fingers interlaced in a tight grip.

"You're awfully quiet this afternoon," he said, his emerald eyes glistening under the sunlight.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Isabella said, her long locks fanning out on the grass. "My mother said it is bad luck for you to see me before the wedding."

"What could possibly happen?"

"Oh, you know, a demon could come out and steal me into the night."

Edward grinned, looking down at his beloved.

"I'd find you. I'll always find you."

"Even in the depths of hell?"

"Oh, stop that nonsense." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. "I'd find you anywhere. In the heavens above and in the depths of hell. I'd search every corner of this earth and tear it apart to get to you."

"Do you promise?" She asked against his lips.

Edward pulled away, looking down at her worriedly. She wasn't in her usual light, uplifting mood.

"What's troubling you, my love?"

Isabella sighed, looking up at the cloudless sky.

"I had a dream," she said, quiet enough for it to be a whisper. The memories of the night before came rushing back to her. The paralyzing fear she felt, the pain in the center of her chest, the tears she couldn't help shedding. She looked back at Edward, who was watching her intently, waiting for her to continue. "I dreamed that you died and I was forced to carry on without you, and the pain I felt-"

Her breath hitched, that paralyzing fear striking her again as well as that pain in the center of her chest. Edward sat up, noticing her distress and pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his chest.

"That'll never happen, my love."

"Yes, it will," she cried against his chest. "You'll die one day and I cannot fathom living without you. You have to outlive me, you have to because if you die, I'll die with you."

"Bella, my love." He pulled away, cupping her tear streaked face in his hands. His heart ached at the sight of her distress. Isabella had always been a sensitive soul. "Yes, I'll die one day. One day, years and years and years from now. Not today, not tomorrow, not anytime soon. We'll grow old together, love. And when I do pass, I'll be happy because I got to spend my life with you and because I meant what I said to you earlier. I'll always find you. Even if it is in another lifetime, I'll always find you."

Isabella kissed him then, pouring her love into him, her need to be close to him. She knew her fears were irrational. She knew she couldn't stop death itself. She knew one day they'd die, but it was that fear her dreams had planted into her. The fear that they might not get those years they so longed for. The fear that their happiness would be cut short. Isabella could not think of a greater torture than having to endure a life without her Edward.

"I'll always find you," he whispered against her lips.

When they pulled away, Isabella laid her head against his chest, rejoicing in the sound of his beating heart against her ear and Edward began humming the lullaby he'd composed for her. Well, composed was the wrong word. The melody had come easily to him, like it was always meant for her. He'd never actually played it on an instrument before, he didn't know how, but he liked humming it to her. And she liked listening to it, the one thing solely theirs.

At that moment, she chose to believe him.

The sun was beginning to set when they walked back to the village hand in hand. They needed to get home and they needed to rest, for when they woke up it would be their wedding day. Edward pulled Isabella close to him, kissing her briefly before pressing his forehead against hers.

"This is the last time we'll have to say goodbye."

"The last time we'll have to say goodbye," she echoed, a smile playing on her lips. "And then forever."

"Forever."

He pulled away and raised his hand, his palm facing her. Isabella pressed her hand against his and their fingers interlocked.

"I'll see you at the altar," he said.

"I'll be the one in white."


"You have grass in your hair." Renee gave her daughter a disapproving look through the mirror. "You went to that meadow, didn't you?"

Isabella's blush was answer enough.

Her mother huffed, continuing to brush her daughter's hair.

"I should've known better than to expect you to keep your distance from that boy," she said to herself. "I would've thought you could handle a day without seeing him."

Isabella bit her lower lip, not wanting to agree with her mother out loud. But yes, she should've known better than to expect Isabella and Edward not to see each other. It never stopped them before, so why would it now?

"Don't know why I'm angry, it's not like you're not marrying him in the morning," her mother continued. "Your father spoke with his father. He said they have a cottage set up where the two of you will live until Edward can take over the business. That'll be your new house, so take everything I have taught you and take care of it well. You've seen how I've cared for your father, just take that as an example of how to take care of your husband."

Isabella nodded. She tried to conceal her excitement, but her smile was proof enough for her mother to know she was excited about her new life. A life that she would share with Edward. A life full of love, passion and happiness.

Renee set the comb down on Bella's vanity and took a seat on the bed behind her, their eyes meeting in the reflection of her mirror.

"There is something we must discuss before tomorrow comes and that is your wedding night. As a married woman, there's some duties you must perform for your husband. You must lay with him. It can be painful if done wrong, but if I'm honest dear, I doubt Edward is capable of hurting you. Just… listen to your body and follow Edward's lead, and it should be over in no time."

Bella nodded, again, her blush nearly burning her cheeks. While she knew the mechanics of how sex worked thanks to Lizzie, her childhood friend who married Mr. Alden's son last spring, she also knew from her experiences with Edward. Granted, they hadn't gotten as far as consummating their relationship, Edward was too much of a gentleman to compromise her like that. But there were the touches, the kisses, that indescribable pleasure she felt when his fingers touched the sensitive area right between her legs. She could still feel the vibration of Edward's groans against her ear as he showed her how to touch him at her request.

She couldn't imagine a world where lying with Edward could possibly be painful.

Her mother stood the moment the door to Bella's bedroom opened. Her father walked in, a tall, brown haired man with a permanent frown carved into his face. Bella stood as well, feeling her blush deepen after the conversation she had with her mother just moments earlier.

"I have something for you," he said, his voice low and hoarse. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a locket, letting it dangle in the air between them. "Consider it a wedding gift from your mother and I."

Isabella took the golden locket from her father. A swan, symbolic of their family name, was carved into the golden locket and when Isabella popped it open, she was met with a message scribed into the gold.

More than my own life.

"It's how much we love you," her father said, quietly. "You can pass it down to your child when the time comes."

Tears clouded Isabella's vision, but she nodded with a smile, pressing the locket against her chest..

"Now, off to bed," her mother said, ushering Bella toward her bed. "We have a big day tomorrow."

"I love you," she said to her parents right before they shut the door to her bedroom.

She had no idea how she would fall was going to marry Edward. By the time the sun set on the following day, they'd be in their own home, in their own bed, together, forever as fate would have it.

She blew her candle out, her smile wide and her heart still fluttering in her chest. She willed herself to calm down and go to sleep, for in the morning, she would no longer be Isabella Swan.

And she had no idea how right she was.


"Wake up! Wake up!"

Isabella gasped awake, startled and disoriented. Her father was in her room, throwing a cloak at her. His clothing was disheveled, as if he'd thrown it on in a hurry.

"Get up, Isabella, NOW!"

"What's going on?" She asked, her panic rising as her father looked out the window. It was then she noticed the orange glow that had replaced the night sky. "Father?"

"Let's go, Isabella. Get up!"

Isabella threw the cloak on, slipping on her slips. Her father grabbed her by the hand, ushering her out of her bedroom to the hallway where her mother was waiting for them, still in her nightgown just as Isabella.

"Get to the carriage, I'll be-"

Their front door was suddenly blown open. Isabella and her mother screamed. Renee grabbed Isabella and pushed her behind her, using her body as a shield from the intruder that had blown their door down at an inhuman strength.

A man shrouded in a black cloak stood in their doorway, the hood hiding his face in darkness.

Isabella's father took his musket from the corner where he left it when he went to wake Isabella and pointed it at the intruder.

"Get Isabella out of here," he told his wife.

The cloaked man stepped inside.

"Now!" Her father shouted and shot at the man.

The bullet hit him in the chest, causing him to fall a step back. But he didn't fall, didn't even wince. He simply took another step forward and that panic Isabella felt turned into terror.

"Charles-"

"NOW RENEE!" He shouted before shooting at him one more time.

Renee took Isabella's hand.

"But father-" Isabella began to cry out, but her cry was cut off by another shot.

Renee dragged her daughter out of their home by the back door. Outside, they finally saw the devastation that was happening around them. Their village was under attack. Cottages and homes were set ablaze, people were running away on horseback or by foot, while some were perishing at the hands of the men in black cloaks.

Isabella watched as one of them grabbed Willow, a young girl from the market and yanked her head back. Willow screamed in terror as the man's mouth clamped down on her neck, blood spurting out but he didn't let her go. Not even as she trashed against him, screaming until her voice gave way.

And she wasn't the only one that had perished from it. The bodies. Oh, God, the bodies…

"Mother-"

Isabella turned back to her mother, only to see that a man in a black cloak had her by the neck.

"Mother!"

"R-Run," her mother wheezed, letting go of her hand. "R-Ruun…"

"Bella!" Someone called her name, but she was frozen in her place, watching as her mother's neck was snapped back and the man bit down on it, bathing her mother in her own blood, turning her mother's scream into a gurgle.

"No!"

"We have to go!"

"Mother!"

"Bella, we have to go!"

"No!"

She fought back, but Edward had managed to get a hold of her and he was running as far away as he could until he found an alcove where he could set her down. "Edward, my mother-"

"Isabella, listen to me!" He cupped her face, making her look at him. "I have to get you to safety, we have to run, now!" There was true fear in his emerald eyes. A fear she'd never seen from him before. "Please, let me get you to safety first. Please, love."

"But my mother - my father, they-"

"I'll come back for them, I promise! Please, run with me now and I promise I'll come back for them, please!"

"What is going on?" She cried.

"I don't know." The panic look in his face intensified when another scream rang out from outside. "I don't know…" he gripped her hard. "We're going to make a run for the horses, okay? Do not let go of my hand. Do not leave my side, do you understand?"

"I understand," she sobbed.

"I'll get you to safety, I promise."

And he sealed that promise with a hard kiss on her lips. She could almost taste his fear.

Edward peaked his head out of the alcove where they were hidden, looking for the cloaked men. The same men that had stormed into his family's home and murdered his family. His mother's screams woke Edward up from his slumber and he'd run out to his parents bedroom, only to find them dead at the feet of the men in black cloaks. How he managed to get away, he had no idea. They were fast, he witnessed it. And they were strong.

They weren't human.

He had to get his Bella out. He knew it would break her heart if he broke his promise, but he knew Renee was gone and the absence of her father was enough for him to know he was gone as well. It was just the two of them and he had to keep her safe. He had to make sure she was safe, even if it meant leaving everyone behind.

Once the coast was clear, he tugged on Isabella's hand and they made a run for the stables. The flames were beginning to catch onto the forest, expanding at a rapid rate.

They were right there. Just about to reach the stables, just about to reach their freedom when a black cloak appeared in front of Edward and gripped him by the neck. Isabella hit his back hard, her hand slipping from his grip as she fell back.

Edward gasped, trying to get free of the creature's grip but it only tightened the harder he fought. His lungs burnt for air, his face hot as his blood rose.

"Edward!" she cried out.

The creature threw Edward toward the stables in a swift movement, the back on his head striking hard against the wood.

"No!"

But it was too late. The creature had grabbed her by the back of her hair, yanking her head back and her cry was cut short as he sank his teeth into her skin.


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