My Heart, Your Soul

By: lostfeather1

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight or any of its characters. They all belong to Stephanie Meyer. I do, however, own my OCs and other mentioning's of character that don't belong to Twilight.

Summary: He had died, knowing that his brother would live. But really, he was NOT expecting to be reborn, let alone into a fictional world that he disliked. Now, he has to deal with an obsessive sister, a broody stalker vampire and the insanity Forks has to offer. "Just kill me now…" Friendship Edward/OMC SI-OC

A/N: I have read a few Edward/OMC stories and they were pretty good, not to mention I liked the idea of it because I personally think that Edward would have been better off being with someone, well, ANYONE but Bella. She had NO personality, and Edward was in need of someone who understood him on a more personal level with a male's perception of understanding and reasoning. I mean, Edward was just plain broody and he looked like he needed a slap from someone who has actually experienced life's ups and downs. Well, I think I've done just that. However, I will not be making it like Bella/Edward, no way am I doing that. This first book will start out as a mutual friendship turning into a close relationship but NOT LOVE; that will come later. So, here I am with my very first Edward/OMC. I should also inform you that this OMC is a Self-Insert as well because it would be more fun.

Please read and I hope you enjoy!

Prologue

"Come on, Brandon! Wake up! We're going to the zoo!" An excited little boy shouted while jumping on my bed, the blankets covering me moving with the bouncing of the mattress.

"Alright, I'm up. Now get off me, Kyle." I groaned in response, not at all happy with start to a meaningful morning. 'Nothing like starting the morning with a brat that just gets his way every. Single. Time.' I mentally growled at the injustice of it all, but remembered myself as I looked into those shimmering brown eyes. Such innocence that would make me cave into his every wish, because he was who he was.

My little brother.

My precious little Superman.

And as I gazed at him in a daze, he grinned happily at me and wrapped his short arms around my waist, burrowing into my stomach. "Happy Birthday, Brandon."

"Thanks, little man." I smiled, holding him close and cherishing the moment. It was rare for us to be ourselves around one other, considering the family we belong to. But it didn't matter to me. I didn't care if father disapproved of our outlandish behaviour, or grandmother's scolding's. Now, today was going to be different. We would have no worries about appearances or propriety. All we had to do was be ourselves and everything would be okay.

Like the way it was meant to be today.

Just about the two of us.

And so Kyle and I were on our way to the Central Park Zoo, eager to start out day about anything we wanted to do, and we'd make sure it lasted.

"Bran, look!" Kyle squeals in delight, seeing the gates to our destination and I had to grin at my brother's happy-go-wild mood. I let him drag me along, being sure to pay for our entries and went on our way. The day was sunny, hot and fun. Kyle just kept looking around him, probably wishing he had more eyes to see everything around him, while he continued to drag me along with him. We stopped for ice-cream before looking at the monkeys. And so on the day went, with Kyle rambling about everything, excited about all the animals and sights around them. I was simply content to watch him be happy and so chipper. It was nice to see my brother be care-free and be like every other child; a happy kid.

And as the day came with a rising sun, it began to set and so did the end of my special day.

We were walking back home, along the streets that had still a lot of people. Kyle was still chatting away about the animals, waving his hands about excited. I was more than happy to hear him and watch him be a normal kid for once. We stopped at a crossing with a crowd of people, waiting for the green man to light up to signal us. And as we waited, Kyle was quiet for a moment, and I merely looked around idly, thinking about taking a longer route to home.

And suddenly, Kyle stepped out onto the road.

The sound of screeching tires rang in my ears, along with my desperate cry of denial. While people around me start gasping and screaming for the boy to move and get away alive. I felt myself freeze at the sight of the oncoming vehicle that was trying to stop, its breaks screaming in protest and leaving burnt marks in the road. It swerved slightly, but was still heading towards its target like some sort insane attempt wanting death to occur on this day.

'No… please God, not him… Not today! Nononopleasenononotmybabybrothernonono!' And forcing every ounce of my will into moving my limbs, I sped towards the small boy that had stopped in the middle of the road, staring wide eyed with fear and began to scream. For me. I couldn't allow this to happen, I wouldn't let Death take away the last bit of happiness from me. No… I had to save the little boy that was my brother and make sure he would live and grow up in this world. What was the point of my life when all that that mattered to me was that little boy, with a car speeding right towards him?

I launched myself towards the little boy, crashing into him and covering him with my body and braced for impact. I prayed to whatever deity that would be kind enough to listen to me for my brother's life, and hoped that in exchange, my life would be enough in return for his. I felt the hit, the moment of blinding pain and my brother's scream of my name before darkness took me.

It was then that I knew.

And that was alright. I didn't care, and would forever be content to admit it.

It was on that day that I came to realise that through everything, it was one of the best days of my life.

There was no more pain.

Darkness was all I could see, if I was actually seeing anything at all.

'Oh great… I am dead.' I thought, not seeing or hearing anything around me. So I waited for as long as needed for something, anything to happen.

For what felt like years of waiting, was only minutes when something finally happened. A small pull began to tug on me, pulling me in a direction that lead, from what I could see or hear, nowhere. Without resisting, I allowed myself to be pulled in whatever direction I was going. Eventually, I was flying towards nowhere at high speed, the world around me blurring slightly, and though I couldn't see anything, I felt that I was going really fast.

And suddenly, I stopped moving.

The tugging was gone and around me, everything was clear and in colour.

It was truly beautiful.

Like staring up at the stars in the night sky, I was floating in space somehow. Colours twirled and lights sparkled like diamonds, only much more breathtaking. This was Heaven to me…

And for a short moment, I saw her. Her beautifully aged face, sparkling brown eyes, short dark brown hair, cheery grin and beckoning wave. She called out my name, continuing until slowly she began to fade away. 'No… please, let me be with her. Mom… help me!' I tried to reach out to her, wanting to join her in that field of wild grass and hot sunlight.

But I was pulled again and this time, it was to darkness. It felt really warm and secure, like being wrapped in a cocoon of blankets from the winter cold. It made me feel tired and wanting to go to sleep. But the feeling didn't last, because something was pushing me, and I could feel myself being squeezed through a tight tube, and brought into the winter cold. I couldn't help myself but cry from the cold sensation around me, before high-pitched squeals rang in my ears. I didn't even know that the screams were coming from me.

"It's a boy, Mrs Swan."

'What. The. Hell?'

"Oh… Renee, he's beautiful." Large rough hands held me gently and soon, I could feel the soft woolly feeling of a blanket being wrapped around me. I couldn't open my eyes, they felt too heavy and not to mention, I was damn tired as hell for some reasons that I do not want to say or know about.

"Oh," he heard a woman pant, "Look at him, Charlie. Isn't he just the cutest thing you have ever seen?"

"Most beautiful baby that ever lived." Was her muttered reply. All the while I was merely trying not to scream in terror at the situation that surrounded me.

"He's very quiet, isn't he?" 'Charlie' wondered.

"Is he alright?" Now 'Renee was concerned.

'Wait a minute… Why do these names sound familiar?'

"What should we call him?" He was quiet for the moment, hopefully and praying that this was some weird twisted nightmare and that he would miraculously awake from this dreaded place.

"Bradley?" Charlie suggested.

"No! Think of the awful nicknames of bullies." Renee scolded her husband.

"What about Matthew?"

"Too common."

"Christopher?"

"Too old."

"James?"

"Too simple."

"Henry?"

"After my father? Are you serious?" She questioned, sounding as if she was thinking about his sanity.

"Good point." Charlie sighed heavily, wracking his brain for a name for his beautiful boy.

'Oh dear lord, please save me from this otherworldly Hell.' I pleaded, my small confining form wriggling slightly, before I was able to open my bleary eyes. The world around me was filled with brightness and blurred images. Blinking rapidly, I looked up to see the faces of my 'parents' and immediately thought of something.

'Hold on…' I thought long and hard, staring up at the familiar faces of this man and woman.

"Oh my—"

"Whoa…"

They both breathed, looking at me with these awe-filled eyes. 'Why are they looking at me like that?'

"Tristan," Charlie declared, never breaking his eyes away from me. "Tristan Charles Swan."

'No way… It can't be…' Terror began to fill me inside and if I could get paler I would. 'Please don't tell me I am in bloody, freaking Twilight…'

I remember when it was released in book stores, while I wondered what all the screaming and squealing from the high school girls was about. Looking at the plot, all I could think about was all the wrongs and dramas of the story. One human girl, as plain as a piece of paper had fallen in love with a broody, judgemental and clearly misguided immortal teenage vampire. It was bleak at best when I read it. I admit that there were a few character that were more on the real and fun side, the fact that only a few characters that were real, were only somewhat minor and not mentioned much. It was clearly a teenage love story, and not something that I was interested in to say the least.

"Beautiful…" Renee breathed, breaking me from my thoughts. She was gazing into my eyes. I stared back at her just as intensely, never looking away or showing an emotion. She was beautiful, even when she was currently looking exhausted from hard hours of labour and giving birth to me. Which begs the question, if I am where I know I am, where is the main character?

Where is Isabella Swan?

A piercing cry of a baby broke the moment between Renee and me, as I was never going to admit that this woman was my new mother. No, I refuse to accept that fact. My real mother was the most wonderful, caring and loving mother any son would ask for and I would never replace her. This woman holding me was a stranger to me, and would merely remain a temporary parent in the absence of my real mother. I would just have to refer to her as Renee Swan quietly, and keep my distance for my own sanity.

As for Charlie, well, I would have to think much more on him being my father. My real father was not really a father and never made a real effort in being a loving parent, and always pointed out that I was a disappointment, as well as Kyle. So, maybe Charlie can fill that black hole of emptiness that my father had been so proud of digging inside of me.

Kyle… My precious baby brother. The guilt of leaving him on his own with 'that man' was slamming into my gut. I couldn't believe that I left him behind, because I didn't want him to die. He didn't deserve to die. But if I was being honest, I think I was just making excuses for myself.

I was being selfish.

My thoughts were whirling around, telling me that I didn't want Kyle to die, because then where did that leave me? I would have been left behind, with no one to care for and would have no one to love me. My shame and guilt was living with the fact that I didn't want to be alone.

"Look Tristan, this is your new sister. You're both twins, sweetheart." Renee cooed at him, breaking him from his thoughts and looking between him and the other baby in Charlie's arms. He approached them, a pink bundle cradled in his arms and sat beside her. I watched blankly as Charlie lowered the blanket to reveal the child inside.

The small baby was, like me, bald and whimpering slightly. She was trying to get herself comfortable, her eyes sealed shut. Charlie shushed her and rocked her, soothing her and trying to comfort her. She went quiet for a moment, before opening her eyes to the world. All I could think of was how it was possible for such an innocent child could become such a blank and dull character that fell utterly in love with a vampire. 'Man, talk about teenage drama…' If I could, I would have rolled my eyes. But instead, I continue to look at my 'sister', seeing her looking at me with openly curious doe-like brown eyes.

She cooed at me while reaching for me, but I gave no indication of wanting to be near her. In fact, I merely turned my head away with as much disinterest as I could and focused on Charlie; my 'father.' My gaze was focused on him as much as his was on me, which continued on to becoming a staring contest.

'Must not blink… Must be strong…' I repeated in my head, focusing on his murky dark brown eyes and finally, he blinked. I cooed in victory, and he seemed to be pouting slightly before smiling indulgently and reaching out to me. Renee gave me to him reluctantly, taking Bella from him so she could coo over her. I was cradled gently in my father's arms, while he looked at me with love and fatherly affection. I cooed at him quietly, staring at him in return.

"You are a really beautiful baby, son. I can tell you are going to be keeping girls away while growing up." He chuckled when I whined a little. "Not to mention how smart you are. I mean, you look as though you can already understand me." I stared at him for a moment, not moving or making a noise before turning my head to the side to see Renee and little Bella.

While I may be content with having a father that was worth my time, those two people a few feet away were too far away for me to take notice of. They were too far away for me to try and change my heart and mind for them. I could never care or love them like I do my real mother and little brother.

'Kyle...' The mere thought of my brave little brother was heart aching. Even now I couldn't help but whimper quietly, trying hard to hold in the bursts of tears and sobs. The realisation was hitting me now, and it hurt too much for me to hold in. 'I will never see him again.'

And so, after much crying, gentle warm cuddles and reassuring whispers, I steeled myself to accept that this was my new life. No matter how much I didn't want this new life, or second chance at love and family, I would continue on and maybe find something that's worth living for. But for now, I would cherish the embrace of my father, and tolerate the smothering of my new 'mother', Renee, and keep watch of Bella as she followed me.

But I would never forget my previous life, and would remember Kyle, and my mother. I would use my previous life experience to my advantage and the knowledge of this fiction to make sure that I never get involved in my 'twin's' love life. She would learn and fix it on her own, while I would remain human, and apart from the madness of Forks.

However, as I would discover in the years to come, I was more involved with the supernatural than I would ever realise.

So begins the life of me, Tristan Charles Swan, previously known as Brandon Damion Clarke, in the world of Twilight.

'Why me?'

This was a bit difficult to start since I wanted it to just start with the SI-OC to just be reborn in Twilight, but I thought I'd make it more interesting. So this was the result…

I hoped you liked it!

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-lostfeather1 ;)