This is about a slave named Edward. He is sold to Charlie Swan, an evil and cruel man. There he meets his daughter, Bella Swan, and he falls in love with her at once and she with him. Can they make this forbidden relationship work?
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Twilight or it's characters. They rightfully belong to Stephenie Meyer. HOWEVER once my evil and diabolical plans unfold i TWILIGHT WILL BE MINE!! Yeah i wish

Prologue

(EPOV)

It was dark, so dark. Like the inside of the slave ship I had been sent over in when I was thirteen. Except that was different. In the slave ship you were packed in tightly, people squeezed into every possible space. You were scared but you were comforted by the slow, and sometimes labored, breathing of your other companion. This blackness was different. It was empty and silent. I was alone.

My mouth was dry as a desert and I was starving. I hadn't had anything to drink or eat in long who knows how long. There was no way to tell.

I knew where I was, of course. In the master's cellar, well it was more like a dungeon. He sent all of his slaves here when they embarrass or disgrace him in someway. It wasn't my fault that I was put here. His wife is very young and she has "a thing" for me. I avoid her at all costs but when I do run into her she tries to seduce me. This time master spotted me, hence me being here in the dungeon.

I stretched out trying to see how badly I was injured from the beating. I winced from the memory and the pain. There was a stinging in my back. I touched with my hand. It was wet. I was still bleeding or maybe I just reopened my wounds by stretching.

It was then that I heard voices. They were quiet and I could hardly make out what they were saying but suddenly the door flew open and I was blinded by the sudden brightness that lit up the dark room.

I was roughly grabbed by the guard and immediately chained up. I knew I had no chance of fighting him off. He was a big, solid wall of bulging muscle and I was just a lean seventeen year old. Don't get me wrong I'm not weak I have a hard, lean build. My muscles don't bulk like this guard, but I still have them, all slaves do.

Anyway, I was violently dressed in a dark shirt and pants and stuffed into a carriage with other slaves. I asked around trying to figure out where we were going. A frightened girl, younger than me, answered, "We're going to the slave auction. That's what I heard."

Of course, the slave auction, I thought, the master's going to sell me. At least I had a hope that I would have a better master than this one. At least I had a hope that I would have a better life.

A/N: Hey guys hows that? I already have the next chapter finished and i'll update as soon as i get some reviews. So tell me what you thought and lend some help if you want. Please no flames they are very upsetting and they destroy a writers confidence. If you dont like it then don't review. Can't wait to hear from ya. Love ya bye :-)