DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT! D'OH!

Okay, I decided instead of first person for Edward I'd do third purely from his perspective. Um, I hope you all enjoy it. I think i need to make him mopey-er hmm... I'll work on that.

Sigh, the car molesting is coming, no worries..(Monday…hopefully, Sunday) I just finished Edward's chapter sooner than the other, it didn't disrupt the story line, I think I can catch up to Bella's POV sooner by posting this.

NOTE: Edward's chapter is not in the same place Bella's prologue begins so..

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Edward { o1}: Forks and Bells

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Forks was a small town located in Washington. It sat next to an Indian reserve, and a beach that was far too cold to ever truly enjoy. It was a quiet little town whose eyes had scarcely seen anything beyond the snooping neighbors and the forest that was shrouded in trees that seemed to go for miles into the sky. Here in trees was here he sat perched high under the cover of darkness staring down into the now sleeping town.

The night had never seemed as long as it was now. It was his life now of course, a life of confinement due to the sun's curse, he would never be normal again. He could only view this elusive beast in photos or on film, but its beauty betrayed it cruel function that of which was to keep his kind confined to a word of darkness and the ever nightly life he was encased in now.

The sweet sun, he thought, how I long to have you kiss my cold skin. How I long to have you fill me with your essence, and make a forest of eternal life with my deep hallow beating chest.

Oh how this man loved the sun, it made him glitter and shine with its intensity. Oh how he loved his abnormalities. Oh how this man loved his eternal beauty, that of which was bestowed upon him by a man who was no longer human and could no longer experience the sun's gifts of warmth. He was cold despite the sun bouncing off every part within him he was cold, cold as ice. The Cold Ones, that's what they called them, how appropriately so.

They spoke of their flesh as that of stone, it was hard unbreakable even. They were better than humans, so much more than they could ever hope to be. They were faster, stronger, craftier and immortal. Humans were frail creatures whose mortality restrained them to limited activities.

However, they were so much more than what he was. They were warm; they had a strong heart beat, they needed to breath, and they lived. They lived, they laughed, and the cried, something he hadn't been able to for a long time.

He could remember a period where he would press his ear to walls of the dingy motels he would sleep in and just listen to the soft breaths of life humans take at night. It was a fascinating process that Carlisle tried to explain to him every time. Inhale…exhale.

His kind didn't need the same king of sustenance. They drank blood, human blood mostly due to the somewhat weakening factors of preying on animals. They were legends, folklore, fantasy, and a joke. They were portrayed in movies, books, and paintings. They are hunters, hunted, feared, but most of all they are monsters, monsters of legend.

The tales of legend passed down from generation to generation by the Quileute tribe remained in their youth, thus making La Push still dangerous. The treaty, long since broken had caused the ever so tightly knit family of the Cullen's to scatter about to desperately escape Forks after such atrocities occurred.

However, Edward, the man, remained. Where else would he go to, nowhere else was home. How could he simply abandon this small rainy town he came to love. Edward decided that he would work out his own separate deal with the Quileute tribe, and so he remained in Fork on the conditions that he would steer any way ward vampires away from the town of Forks, much as he did with Laurent and his crew.

Billy despite his obvious handicap proved to be just as intimidating as Carlisle when angry. Carlisle who had provided guidance for Edward when he was young.

He taught him how to slake his blood lust and animalistic tendencies, in favor of humanity and compassion for the well being of others. Carlisle, he saved him, more times than he could ever count, he was his father, his life giver, the man who appeared to him as a porcelain angel who'd come to rescue him from darkness, from sickness, disease, and his death. Oh his maker who bestowed life upon him and gave him a family.

Yes, He did miss them, all of them. He missed Alice's playfulness, Jasper's comforting silence, Emmett's loud voice and bear hugs, Rosalie's sarcasm, and Esme's warm comforting words. That was his family. They'd gone a long time ago, when Forks' people became far to old and they to young.

Edward went at first, but he couldn't remain away too long. Twenty years passed and he longed and ached to return to Forks as something called to him to stay. It told him to wait.

He returned, and remained hidden and worked in secret with the Quileute tribe. Billy grew older and so did his son, and the others on the reservation.

Old hatred still remained he could hear it echoing in the thoughts of the younger generations, their minds were like an open book, and he eagerly sorted out each of their thoughts and grew to know them, perhaps even better than they knew themselves.

Another year passed and Jacob turned seven, Billy, although not the greatest of company, eagerly gushed about his beloved son to anyone who would listen. Edward unfortunately fell into this category. He blabbered about how Jacob had crush on Charlie's daughter Isabella. Charlie, a police officer, was divorced and lived in Forks even after him and his wife split.

He avoided Charlie as he needed more time to create a new identity and reassemble his life as the last of the previous generation that remembered his family slowly died out.

The process was slow and took place even before the birth of Billy's child. When the last of the families died he moved on in, Jacob had been eleven at the time. His teaching license came through, forged of course. He began teaching at the Forks high and quickly became a subject of much of the sleepy town's gossip.

He could hear the echoing questions of the Fork's townsfolk even without the movement of their lips:

Who was he?

Where did he come from?

Why does he live in the old house near the edge of woods?

What does he do for a living?

How old is he?

Is he single?

This wasn't anything unusual. Sometimes people broadcasted far too loud for even him to block, and sometimes people's thoughts came less clear and fainter than others. Edward had suspected when he first met Isabella in the supermarket, her thoughts were just quieter and easier to tune out.

However, after running into her and Charlie, both literally and figuratively, he realized there were no thoughts coming from her. He even tried pushing, but it seemed as though she hadn't even noticed him trying to intrude on her thoughts.

Then it happened, Isabella suddenly smelt good. Too good infect. It was tantalizing scent that left Edward practically on his toes and floating to follow.

He didn't know what it was, but suddenly her pulse was louder to him, just begging for him to put an end to. Ah, it was too difficult to resist. He found himself doing the same thing as before, listening to the breathing of humans. Isabella's window was open.

She was small and delicate, the girl was clearly a child. He poked around her room at night sometimes pausing when she sifted or hiding when she went to the bathroom.

The room itself was not very interesting, the walls were an ugly faded yellow wall paper that had a few bumps in the far corner due to some water damage. There was a calendar in the room that circled a few dates one titled "Bella's Birthday!" in red scribble. September 13th looked to be the day. She'd be thirteen, and soon to start at Forks High in about a year.

He walked over to her bed, again her breathing hypnotized him. The scent tantalized him.

She was fresh, and young. Like the very same fawn he'd prey upon. The flighty nature could make them difficult to catch at times. He stood before her and crouched low to see her face more easily.

He moved a hair from he face and she muttered something inaudible. He smiled a little. Such a small and frail child. Yes, he'd have to wait a bit longer until she was no longer was a child for even a taste.

Venom pooled in his mouth, and his eyes darkened a little.

He'd wait till then.

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