~Edward's Point of View~
I sat in my room pondering my next move. I had been in here all night staring at my computer screen like most young teens stare at their TVs in the morning. I don't know what has come over me. I used to be able to concentrate. But ever since Montana moved to Forks I have not been the same. I used to be more discrete about my actions. I kept mostly to myself except for speaking to my brothers and sisters. I had no use for interacting with others. But Montana captivated me the first day she walked in. The moment she entered my life I have not been the same. The smell of her just drives me wild.
Being near her in class is really hard for me. I never know how to act around her. I don't even know how to speak to her. I have to be very careful of what I say to her. I have not been used to this kind of awkwardness. I have always been able to read what people were thinking. But Montana is different. I cannot read her. She gives no indifications of how she is thinking. It is so annoying. Her mind is a closed book. She seems to obsorb every word I say. Like the sound of my voice is oxygen. I want nothing but to be able to curl up in a ball on my bed and dream about our conversation. But I can't sleep. I never can. That is the worst part about my life. I am a vampire. Montana doesn't know. Nobody does. Only my family. We all share this curse. We are creatures of the night. We are damned to live eternity on Earth. But my family is different from other vampire families. My father, Dr. Carlisle Cullen, made me who I am. He was the son of an Anglican pastor, born in 1640s London, England during a time of religious upheaval. Carlisle's father and other pastors led hunts for anti-christian werewolves, witches, and vampires, saying that they were attempting to rid the world of evil and sin, but many times, these groups would end up killing innocent citizens, mistaking them for actual vampires, werewolves, etc. As his father aged, Carlisle was put in charge of the raids for these creatures.
He was less at ease about killing and more logical and patient in making accusations than his father was, but, due to this, was intelligent enough to find a real coven of vampires inhabiting the sewers of London. Carlisle led the hunt for these vampires and in the chaos that ensued he was attacked and left bleeding in the street by a vampire. Knowing that he would not be welcomed back home and would be most likely killed, Carlisle hid himself in a potato cellar, managing to stay silent for the entire three-day duration of his incredibly painful transformation, and emerged afterwards as a vampire. Carlisle was repelled and horrified by what he had become, and tried various ways of killing himself, including starvation, drowning, and jumping off cliffs. None worked due to the immense strength and power a newborn vampire possesses. Eventually he was so desperate for blood that while he was hiding in a cave in a forest he attacked and fed on a herd of passing deer. He found that he could survive off animal blood and he considered this much more humane than drinking the blood of humans.
Carlisle found new life in this fact and for over two centuries was able to perfect his ability to resist the blood lust caused by the scent of human blood. During these two centuries Carlisle studied books at night, using his knowledge at daytime, and was known as a "nighttime patron of the arts". As a result of his meticulous studying, Carlisle was able to become a brilliant doctor. In this new career, Carlisle found the means to atone for his previous sins by saving human lives instead of taking them. Carlisle was studying in Italy when he stumbled across a coven of ancient vampires called the Volturi that included three vampires named Aro, Marcus, and Caius. They were much more educated and refined vampires than those living in the sewers of London, but still drank human blood. Even though they attempted to convert Carlisle back to his natural food source and he, in turn, tried to convince them to turn to animal blood instead of human blood, both failed to convince the other.
Carlisle then moved on to the New World where he ended up working night shifts in Chicago during the Spanish Influenza epidemic. During this epidemic, Carlisle encountered a dying mother named Elizabeth Masen, my mother. Her son, myself, was dying of the Influenza as well. Elizabeth begged Carlisle to do anything within his power to save me, as she lay dying. Carlisle later suspected that her request was born both from a desire to save my life and from the suspicion that Carlisle had means of helping me that no one else possessed. Out of loneliness, and with the knowledge that I was alone in the world, he changed me into a vampire and I became his companion.
Soon after, in 1921, Carlisle moved to Wisconsin where he treated Esme, after a failed suicide attempt brought on by the loss of her child. Carlisle felt compelled to save her life and turned her, consequently falling in love with her, and marrying her later on. Carlisle then turned Rosalie Hale, a young woman who was almost killed by her drunken fianc and his friends, who raped her and left her in the street to die. Later, while hunting, Rosalie found a young man named Emmett who had been mauled by a bear. She carried him over 100 miles to Carlisle. Carlisle then changed Emmett, since Rosalie was unwilling to do it herself for fear of accidentally draining him, who later became Rosalie's lover/mate.
After Carlisle changed Emmett, Alice and Jasper joined our coven as well, having found Carlisle on their own. Alice and Jasper also became lovers. Much later, our family moved to Forks, Washington where we made a treaty with the Quileute Indian tribe, that the Quileutes would leave us alone if we did not bite any humans or trespass on their land. We agreed to this treaty, and lived in relative peace. My history has always been interesting to me. I still do believe that we are not ment to be here.
I should have died in 1918, when I had the Influenza. Carlisle should have ignored my mother and let the disease take me with her. I always felt a little angry at him for it. But It has been over 80 years. There is not much I can do about it anyway. I looked at my clock on the computer. It was 7:15 am. Time for school. 'At least it's a friday'. I thought to myself. I turned off my computer and walked over to my closet to get ready for my day.
~Montana's Point of View~
I woke up in the morning with a frown on my face. I was so mad that my head actually hurt. What the fuck did I do to deserve this? I questioned. There is seriosly something really fucked up. I groaned in pain as I felt my heartbeat in my head. I pushed my hands on the side of my forehead. I called out for James. He came to my room after a couple minutes. "What is it kiddo?" He asked. "My head is killing me, can I please stay home?" I asked. "Sure. I'll get you some medicine. Should I call the doctor?" He asked. "No, let's try the medicine, if that doesn't work then call them." I replied. He nodded and closed the door. I sat there trying to remember to breathe waiting for James to return. After 3 long minutes he same back with a tall glass of water and 2 Asprins. "You're my hero." I said. He laughed and I gulped down my rink and the pills. "I called you in sick, so just go back to sleep." He said. I thanked him and he walked out and closed the door behind him.
I sat in my room pondering my next move. I had been in here all night staring at my computer screen like most young teens stare at their TVs in the morning. I don't know what has come over me. I used to be able to concentrate. But ever since Montana moved to Forks I have not been the same. I used to be more discrete about my actions. I kept mostly to myself except for speaking to my brothers and sisters. I had no use for interacting with others. But Montana captivated me the first day she walked in. The moment she entered my life I have not been the same. The smell of her just drives me wild.
Being near her in class is really hard for me. I never know how to act around her. I don't even know how to speak to her. I have to be very careful of what I say to her. I have not been used to this kind of awkwardness. I have always been able to read what people were thinking. But Montana is different. I cannot read her. She gives no indifications of how she is thinking. It is so annoying. Her mind is a closed book. She seems to obsorb every word I say. Like the sound of my voice is oxygen. I want nothing but to be able to curl up in a ball on my bed and dream about our conversation. But I can't sleep. I never can. That is the worst part about my life. I am a vampire. Montana doesn't know. Nobody does. Only my family. We all share this curse. We are creatures of the night. We are damned to live eternity on Earth. But my family is different from other vampire families. My father, Dr. Carlisle Cullen, made me who I am. He was the son of an Anglican pastor, born in 1640s London, England during a time of religious upheaval. Carlisle's father and other pastors led hunts for anti-christian werewolves, witches, and vampires, saying that they were attempting to rid the world of evil and sin, but many times, these groups would end up killing innocent citizens, mistaking them for actual vampires, werewolves, etc. As his father aged, Carlisle was put in charge of the raids for these creatures.
He was less at ease about killing and more logical and patient in making accusations than his father was, but, due to this, was intelligent enough to find a real coven of vampires inhabiting the sewers of London. Carlisle led the hunt for these vampires and in the chaos that ensued he was attacked and left bleeding in the street by a vampire. Knowing that he would not be welcomed back home and would be most likely killed, Carlisle hid himself in a potato cellar, managing to stay silent for the entire three-day duration of his incredibly painful transformation, and emerged afterwards as a vampire. Carlisle was repelled and horrified by what he had become, and tried various ways of killing himself, including starvation, drowning, and jumping off cliffs. None worked due to the immense strength and power a newborn vampire possesses. Eventually he was so desperate for blood that while he was hiding in a cave in a forest he attacked and fed on a herd of passing deer. He found that he could survive off animal blood and he considered this much more humane than drinking the blood of humans.
Carlisle found new life in this fact and for over two centuries was able to perfect his ability to resist the blood lust caused by the scent of human blood. During these two centuries Carlisle studied books at night, using his knowledge at daytime, and was known as a "nighttime patron of the arts". As a result of his meticulous studying, Carlisle was able to become a brilliant doctor. In this new career, Carlisle found the means to atone for his previous sins by saving human lives instead of taking them. Carlisle was studying in Italy when he stumbled across a coven of ancient vampires called the Volturi that included three vampires named Aro, Marcus, and Caius. They were much more educated and refined vampires than those living in the sewers of London, but still drank human blood. Even though they attempted to convert Carlisle back to his natural food source and he, in turn, tried to convince them to turn to animal blood instead of human blood, both failed to convince the other.
Carlisle then moved on to the New World where he ended up working night shifts in Chicago during the Spanish Influenza epidemic. During this epidemic, Carlisle encountered a dying mother named Elizabeth Masen, my mother. Her son, myself, was dying of the Influenza as well. Elizabeth begged Carlisle to do anything within his power to save me, as she lay dying. Carlisle later suspected that her request was born both from a desire to save my life and from the suspicion that Carlisle had means of helping me that no one else possessed. Out of loneliness, and with the knowledge that I was alone in the world, he changed me into a vampire and I became his companion.
Soon after, in 1921, Carlisle moved to Wisconsin where he treated Esme, after a failed suicide attempt brought on by the loss of her child. Carlisle felt compelled to save her life and turned her, consequently falling in love with her, and marrying her later on. Carlisle then turned Rosalie Hale, a young woman who was almost killed by her drunken fianc and his friends, who raped her and left her in the street to die. Later, while hunting, Rosalie found a young man named Emmett who had been mauled by a bear. She carried him over 100 miles to Carlisle. Carlisle then changed Emmett, since Rosalie was unwilling to do it herself for fear of accidentally draining him, who later became Rosalie's lover/mate.
After Carlisle changed Emmett, Alice and Jasper joined our coven as well, having found Carlisle on their own. Alice and Jasper also became lovers. Much later, our family moved to Forks, Washington where we made a treaty with the Quileute Indian tribe, that the Quileutes would leave us alone if we did not bite any humans or trespass on their land. We agreed to this treaty, and lived in relative peace. My history has always been interesting to me. I still do believe that we are not ment to be here.
I should have died in 1918, when I had the Influenza. Carlisle should have ignored my mother and let the disease take me with her. I always felt a little angry at him for it. But It has been over 80 years. There is not much I can do about it anyway. I looked at my clock on the computer. It was 7:15 am. Time for school. 'At least it's a friday'. I thought to myself. I turned off my computer and walked over to my closet to get ready for my day.
~Montana's Point of View~
I woke up in the morning with a frown on my face. I was so mad that my head actually hurt. What the fuck did I do to deserve this? I questioned. There is seriosly something really fucked up. I groaned in pain as I felt my heartbeat in my head. I pushed my hands on the side of my forehead. I called out for James. He came to my room after a couple minutes. "What is it kiddo?" He asked. "My head is killing me, can I please stay home?" I asked. "Sure. I'll get you some medicine. Should I call the doctor?" He asked. "No, let's try the medicine, if that doesn't work then call them." I replied. He nodded and closed the door. I sat there trying to remember to breathe waiting for James to return. After 3 long minutes he same back with a tall glass of water and 2 Asprins. "You're my hero." I said. He laughed and I gulped down my rink and the pills. "I called you in sick, so just go back to sleep." He said. I thanked him and he walked out and closed the door behind him.
