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This is my first FanFiction. I hope you will like it. Please Read and Review. Be kind

Thanks to Just4ALE for her help...

Chapter 1

My dear son,

I am referring you as my son, because deep down I know that you are a boy.

I am writing this letter in a very special place. A meadow. Daddy's and my personal paradise. A place I hope that you will love like him. I want to tell you about your father. My Edward.

It's been nearly 2 months that he's been gone. Yet I can still feel him. See him. Smell him. Your daddy is a very special creature. Very unique. Just like the rest of his family. He is kind, selfless, protective, smart, loving, dazzling. Your daddy is... a vampire. He is a mind reader. People like your father tend to have some gifts. Not all of them though. Your Auntie Alice can see the future and your Uncle Jasper can feel and control the emotions of other people. When you grow up you may have a gift too. Unique, just like you, my angel.

After I made the decision to come to Forks and live with grandpa Charlie, I thought I was making the biggest mistake of my life. Little did I know... I never thought that coming here would be the best thing I ever did. I never thought that I 'd be coming here to find my other half, my soul mate, the love of my life. I never felt complete 'til the day I met him. His golden eyes captured me, body and soul. He gave everything I ever wanted, even though it never made sense for him to be with me. He gave me love, life, happiness. And most of all : you, the greatest gift of all.

Sweetheart, you are a child, created by pure, true love. You are so blessed. I am about to tell you something and I know that it is very difficult to understand. But someday you will. Your father left without knowing anything about you. He left because he didn't want to pretend to be something that wasn't: human. Even if he knew about you, we would still be apart. Not because you came along, but because mommy and daddy had problems. He would have given you the world. He would have loved you, oh, so very much. So, I am asking you for a favor. Please do not hate him because he left. Love him. He deserves it more than you can imagine. Daddy is a decent and honorable man. A good man. Never forget that!

Edward Gabriel, another reason for writing this letter, is because there is a chance I may not survive. My love, do not blame yourself. I wasn't able to stay alive. But know this. Mommy is in heaven, watching you grow up and become a gentleman just like my Edward. I want you to learn play the piano and compose melodies that the greatest composers will envy. Study languages and anything else your heart desires.

Within this letter, I enclose you photographs of your daddy's family. Our family. Behind every picture you will see names, dates and places that were taken. A music CD full of your father's compositions. Honey, you will also find a black credit card. You Auntie Alice gave it to me 'cause she loved to spoil me as she used to say. This card connects to a personal account, under the names Isabella Marie Swan, Edward Gabriel Masen and Elisabeth Alice Masen (in case I had a beautiful baby girl). It will help you to pay not only for rounds of colleges and universities, but also every else you want.

My angel, please, DO NOT blame yourself for anything. You are an innocent baby, my and his baby, a God -sent gift. A miracle. I made the choice to keep you and give you life through mine. Please forgive me for not being strong enough to live. To hold you in my arms, rock you slow and hum you a lullaby until you fall asleep. For not being there when you needed me the most. I will always be with you in every step you make...

I love you till the end of the universe!

Your mother,

Bella...

My name is Edward Gabriel Masen. Descendant of Isabella Marie Swan and Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. I never met my parents. My mother died a few minutes after she gave birth to me. Edward, my father, left before he knew she was pregnant with his child. Following my mom's wishes, I did not hate him, but I can't say that I love or respect him either. My mom on the other hand, I worship her. She gave her life for me. She sacrificed herself so I could live. And for that I am grateful.

I am 6'2", with a well shaped body, bronze hair and emerald green eyes. If she was alive she would say that I am a spitting image of Edward's. I was born half vampire- half human. By the time I reached the age of 18, I transformed to a full vampire. Painful don't ask. Sucked. That happened 7 years ago. Thank God the transformation took only a day since I was a Halfling and venomous. It was a torture because it was 3 times more aggressive than a normal change. Damian helped me a lot, giving me morphine shots to ease the excruciating pain. He attended medical school…Twice! And plans for a third one…Soon.

Damian is the closest thing I have to a father figure. He was the one who found me in the meadow, embraced by the arms of my dying mother. He was hunting in a nearby area and followed the scents. Mom saw his golden eyes and realized that he was a vegetarian vampire. She begged him to take care of me. She didn't have to say it twice. He tried to save her, biting her in every accessible surface of her broken, torn body. I did too, while she had me in her arms, but it wasn't enough. The blood lose was severe. Damian told me that before she died she held me tight one more time kissed me in my forehead and told me "I love you my angel" and then she was gone. He buried her in the meadow. On the top of her grave he placed a huge rock and scratched her initials. I.M.S.

We both have gifts. Damian's ability is to control the weather. You DO NOT want to piss him off. I on the other hand, have 2 gifts. As if one wasn't enough! My first gift is that I am able to affect the abilities of people in putting two and two together. And what do I mean by that? Here is an example. If by any chance I came across an old human acquaintance from so long ago, then I would use my gift to cloud their mind so that they wouldn't see the resemblance to the Gabriel they once knew. As for my second gift? No surprise here too. As I said before, spitting image of Edward's. Mind reader. With a slight difference. He can hear many thoughts at once and from a distance while I can hear only the thoughts of the person that I look at. One at a time.

So here we are. 7 years after my transformation. I am fully adjusted in living among humans, without risking hurting them. And in order to make a fresh start, we decided to change the scenery completely. Destination: England, Buckingham University. Damian will study medicine and I law. At least I am starting to get my existence back. I will get to meet new people and study something that I've always found intriguing. In less than 3 hours, we will be on the plane…Finally.

"Oi! Eddie!" Damian yelled from the living room.

"For the love of God man! Stop calling me this fucking name! Jesus!" Now I am pissed!

"Wow! Easy dude. You know I love messing with you. Are you all set?"

"Yeah. Just need to pack mom's pics and I am done. Dam, are we 100% sure that the piano will get to England without a scratch? In one piece?"

"Yes Gabriel. This is the fifth time you asked me the same question. UGH! You and your obsessions!"

"Shut up." I said and we both started laughing.

I went back in my room to pack mom's photos. I picked up all the albums as they were the most delicate and fragile things a person could possess and placed then in my suitcase between my clothes. The last one was my favorite. It was a picture with mom and Edward attending the prom. They were so happy back then. She was stunning. Happiness made her glow. Dam had this photograph placed in a personalized frame. It was made of white gold and there were blue sapphires and alexandrite entwined in the frame. Sapphires were mom's traditional birth stones and Alexandrite was his.

I sat on my bed looking at the picture and started crying. Oh yeah! I forgot to mention a tiny detail. When my transformation was complete, we realized that some of my human habits weren't gone. I can cry and blush. I run my finger tips lightly from the frame glass and kissed the picture. I curled on my bed, holding the photo tight in my chest. What did she do to deserve death? I will never understand it.

"I love you mom…God I miss you so much"

I got up, wiped my tears, gave a last glance of my room and left in order for my new life to start…

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