DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and all that that entails…
I own the storyline of Anyone At All, which this piece is a companion of.

A/N: By popular demand, this story is the companion to my other story, Anyone At All. AAA is told completely from Bella's POV. So, this is AAA from Edward's POV. Consider this my story's Midnight Sun.

Prologue: Over and Over Again

We moved to this mundane little town for the weather. Where some people move to Florida or California for the sun, towns in the Midwest for the seasons and places like Virginia and Colorado for the mountains, we moved to Forks, Washington because it was the rainiest town in America.

I looked up at the house Carlisle and Esme had picked out for us this time. Well, I knew the truth of the matter was that Esme had picked out the house, while Carlisle had simply written the check. And while my siblings suspected this, only I knew it for certain. It was part of my gift. Part of what made me different.

But only part of it.

We had moved again. We had moved over and over again for several years now. Whenever we could no longer keep up face in the town we were in, when the people could no longer believe Carlisle was 35, or that my siblings and myself were in our 20s. I was only 17. I could only claim to be so old before our neighbors became suspicious.

I walked into the house after all my other siblings. I could already hear Alice upstairs making Jasper rearrange the furniture. I also soon located Rosalie and Emmett, and swiftly moved to block the thoughts of what they were engaged in from my mind.

I slowly walked up the stairs to the last open room. My furniture was already in it. I needed to unpack my stuff, but instead, I simply walked to the box of CDs closest to me and pulled out Pascal Roge's recordings of Debussy's Piano Works.

I placed it in my stereo that had already been unpacked and skipped to track three. As the sweet, melodic opening chords of Clair de Lune began to fill the room, I walked over to the large picture window that over looked the forest in the back of the house and surveyed the land that was now our home.

As the music swelled, I forgot everything around me and stopped listening to anything but the music.

Something about Forks was different. This wasn't just going to be another small town.

So, what do you think? I am going to update them both simultaneously, but may work on this one more for a while just until I catch up to where Anyone At All is at. If you haven't read it, check it out. And don't forget to review!!