I've just started this fanfiction, I will post more as I write.

The story is about Edward's life right before he was changed and will continue on for his beginnings as a vampire as well.



I awoke to the sound of my mother singing in the kitchen along with the clanking of dishes and pans, the smell of bacon accompanied the sounds nicely as my head escaped back to the real world from dreams about the war. That seemed to be the only thing I dream't about these days. The war was the only thing that seemed to give me a drive, but I would have to wait to join my fellow American’s in the fight for our country for yet another year. Would the war be over by then? Could my part not being in the battle be the deciding factor to whether or not we win? Somehow I had to find a way to get into the military, perhaps I could lie about my age? But I still had too young a face to pass for anything older than my actual age. I could try to work out and build a more masculine physique to my appearance. That seemed to be the only thing I could do.

My mother then called for me, breaking me from my planning.
“Edward, breakfast is ready!” Mother’s voice rang clearly as a bell. I got out of bed and grabbed a pair of trousers that were hanging off the back of my desk chair and slipped them on. I didn’t bother with a shirt, it was the middle of July and the house was quite warm.

I descended the stairs, the delicious scent of mother’s cooking grew stronger as I went my way through to the kitchen. At the door frame, Mother spotted me and threw me her most pleasant smile. My mother was beautiful beyond any other woman I had come to view and her smiles always intensified her beauty to an even greater degree. I walked to her side and gave her a kiss on her forehead, she was just only three inches shorter than myself.

“Good morning, Edward. Here, help me carry this porridge to the table, Dear,” she handed me the heavy cast-iron pot with just a cloth rag to grab the hot handle. I totted the porridge beside Mother as she carried the lighter dish of eggs to the table in the dinning room, she continued to hum a lovely tune. The silver and plates were stacked on the table but were not yet set into their places. I placed the porridge towards the center of the table and then went about helping Mother place dishes in their spots. The whole while, the sound of the grand piano slowly mixed in with Mother’s melody, it was Father who was playing. I looked to Mother and could see that she was light-hearted by the music, she adored it so much when Father played. He would often play in the morning as Mother cooked. I could tell that his playing always seemed to make the work easier for Mother. On the rare occasions that he didn’t play, Mother was a bit more dreary although you couldn’t tell from her pleasant face. I could read Mother quite well, no matter the fact that she always wore a grin that matched that of an angel. That was considered a good quality in me according to my father, he believed it was a great tribute that I could use to help those around me, Mother wasn’t the only person I could read well, that was a skill I had for everyone.

Father stopped playing, I could hear his footsteps walk down the hallway from the west wing to join us for breakfast. He entered the dinning room with a smile of content on his face. He went directly to Mother’s side and kissed her on the cheek tenderly, then he pulled out the chair on the right to the head of the table for her to sit. He went to the head and waited to sit until I myself was seated across from Mother.

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Comment by Mrs Hollie Cullen on January 2, 2009 at 11:07am
i love your fanfic i write my own as well one is on my blog
Comment by magicolour on January 2, 2009 at 11:15am
Oh.My.God.
I LOVED it! And not just because it's from Edward's percpective either. I once wrote the longest freaking fan fic I have ever seen, and although I thought it was bad, people still tell me it's pretty good (which I don't get), but truly, this is brilliant. Write more!
Comment by Jason on January 2, 2009 at 11:32am
love it keep them coming
Comment by Shelby Cullen on January 2, 2009 at 11:45am
i love it!i hope you keep writing it!!
Comment by Alison Genet on January 2, 2009 at 12:54pm
wow don't stop love it. well maybe set a day each week to give us more like "friday fan fiction day"
Comment by Elena Moffatt on January 2, 2009 at 3:25pm
this is awesome, i love it.
keep writing, you're really good (:
Comment by MizHafHaf on January 2, 2009 at 4:50pm
Wow thats i brilliant! I love it! You totally incorporated Stephenie's ideas AND wrote it really well with the language you use and stuff because it is the early 1900's right! Also I love how he doesn't wear a shirt! mmm XD
Comment by dietmountainlion123 on January 2, 2009 at 10:34pm
this is really good. you did a brilliant job. ha, whoa, am i british now? haha. but seriously, its good. and i like edward without a shirt. ooo lala. lol. keep em' coming!
Comment by Aimee on January 3, 2009 at 8:29pm
I was thinking about Edward's life before Bella just the other day. Wondering what it is that he was doing for the past 100 years. Keep it up....
Comment by Cat Velazquez on January 11, 2009 at 4:52pm
I enjoyed reading! I hope you continue with the story, I'd love to hear what happens next!

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