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Summary: "I want to see her again, no downright NEED to see her," I recited over and over in my head. God I wish it were 1918, where I could introduce myself as a normal person. But I'm a monster, there is no way that angel would ever give me the time of day. Her name is Bella…

Prologue

EPOV:

"I want to see her again, no downright NEED to see her," I recited over and over in my head. God I wish it were 1918, where I could introduce myself as a normal person. But I'm a monster, there is no way that angel would ever give me the time of day. Her name is Bella Swan; she moves like she's walking on air and occasionally stumbles, she has pale skin, long mahogany hair flowing down her back, and to top it off, big chocolate doe eyes that make her seem ethereal. She's perfect but today is the last day I'll wait in the shadows for her to be mine. You're probably wondering how this obsession came to be…well here is the story…the whole story. Enjoy…

Chapter One

I don't know what possessed me to stoop to Emmett's level and play video games with him, but it wasn't a good idea. Emmett wasn't a good loser and he kept accusing me of cheating. "Damn it Edward! Quit cheating!" barks Emmett throwing his controller on the couch and standing in front of me.

"I'm not cheating Emmett," I say flatly. I had been doing my best to not read his mind, it's not my fault he has loud thoughts about what he plans to do to my character.

"You're reading my mind, admit it!" shouts Emmett angrily. I roll my eyes and shake my head.

"It's not my fault you yell your thoughts. I've been trying not to," I growl.

"Tch, like I'm going to believe that one," says Emmett crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why'd you even ask me to play anyway?" I demand.

"I thought it'd be fun and you'd play fair. Boy was I wrong. Besides, why'd you even say yes?" asks Emmett.

"Good question Emmett, I have no idea," I say as I place the controller on the couch and stand up to leave. Somehow Emmett took my standing up as a challenge to him and knocked me back onto the floor landing on top of me. "You idiot, get off of me!"

"Shut-up and fight me!" barks Emmett. It was obvious that he wanted to wrestle me now. My brother was such an idiot sometimes. I decided I'd wrestle him before going for a hunt. I knew if I didn't he'd never let me live it down and I'd be tempted to kill him, which wasn't a good idea.

I hadn't expected what happened next though. Esme had always warned us about wrestling in the house. We should have listened to her, but neither of us ever thought that Esme's prized antique vase would meet its doom when I rolled Emmett into the side table. I could have caught it too except that Emmett rolled me away just as I had reached out to grab it. Apparently he hadn't noticed in all of the excitement.

The crash that resounded throughout the room seemed extra loud somehow. Emmett froze in the process of giving me a headlock and I froze when I heard Esme's thoughts wondering what that noise had been. "Oh shit, we are so dead," whimpers Emmett, as Esme's footsteps grow closer.

"You're telling me," I mutter as Esme walks into the room and gasps as she takes in the scene in front of her. Emmett holding me in a headlock and her vase just out of arms reach away from us shattered on the floor.

"What have I told you about fighting in the house?!" demands Esme angrily. The two of us began to stutter trying to apologize and explain ourselves at the same time. "Get out of here! Don't come back until you have a new vase!"

Emmett and I didn't need to be told twice as we ran out of the house to my Volvo and sped out of the driveway in record time. "Where are we going?" asks Emmett.

"There's an antique shop in Port Angeles that I think may have had a vase just like Esme's," I say as I speed down the road as fast as my Volvo will go. "I'm hoping that it's still there."

"What if it isn't?" asks Emmett obviously worried. When Esme was mad we all knew that we had to fix it quickly otherwise everyone suffered, besides that she was our mother and we didn't like to see her unhappy.

"We'll look everywhere. That vase wasn't a one of a kind piece," I say as I enter Port Angeles.

"I hope it's here then. I don't wanna stay away from Rose for too long," says Emmett. I chuckle and shake my head as I park in front of the antique shop. I was relieved that it was still open.

"Come on Emmett, and don't break anything," I say as we get out of my Volvo and go inside.

Emmett snorts as we walk in. "I can't believe you don't trust me little brother," says Emmett sarcastically as he looks around. "What's that smell?"

"Shut-up Emmett, that's rude," I say as I walk over to a group of vases.

"I think one of the staff lacks hygiene," mutters Emmett too low for anyone but me to hear. I was tempted to throw something at Emmett, but he wasn't worth paying a thousand dollars to hit him with a vase.

"What would Esme say if she heard you talking like that?" I whisper as I continue to look at the vases. There were a lot in various shapes and sizes.

"Esme's not her—hey, look at this," says Emmett excitedly as he picks up an old teddy bear. It was obviously years old and when Emmett looked at the price I caught a glimpse at the price. "You think Rose would like this?"

"Sure Emmett," I murmur as I catch sight of the vase I had seen before. I pick it up and look it over before deciding it was identical to Esme's. "If you're going to get it hurry up, I found the vase." Emmett follows me as I walk to the front where a girl was waiting behind the register. She looked bored as I approached her. When she noticed me she stood up straighter and smiled.

I suddenly realized that she was the most beautiful girl I had ever met, vampire or human. She had long chestnut hair and a heart shaped face with skin that was cream and roses along with the most beautiful and deep chocolate brown eyes. As I approached her I realized she also had the most tantalizing scent. The monster within me wanted nothing more than to attack her, but my more noble side fought the monster back with everything he had.

"Good evening, did you find everything you needed?" asks the goddess behind the counter. Her nametag told me her name was Bella. It was a fitting name for such a beautiful girl. The monster wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into her slender throat.

"Good evening and yes," I say forcing myself to sound as normal as possible under the circumstances. I had promised Esme a vase and she was going to get one.

"That's a beautiful vase," notes Bella as I place it on the counter in front of her. She takes the tag off of it and punches the four-digit number into the register. "Credit card or cash?"

"Cash please," I say just as Emmett jogs over and places several items on the counter. I suddenly felt like a parent with a small child who wanted anything and everything he picked up. "What's all that Emmett?" I ask dryly.

Emmett grins and holds the old teddy bear up and practically shoves it in my face. "Gifts for Rosie," says Emmett his tone adding the of course for him.

"I guess we'll be getting these things as well," I say flatly.

"Still using cash?" asks Bella as she rings everything up.

"Yes please," I say. As Bella worked to ring everything up I looked around and noticed a book of Jane Austen's works sitting on a stool. "Are you an avid reader?" I wasn't sure what was so embarrassing about my question, but Bella blushed anyway and the monster rattled in his cage threatening to break the lock and chains.

"Yes, I love to read. There isn't much to do here," says Bella obviously embarrassed. Emmett nudges me and when I look at him he waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"Shut-up Emmett," I mutter much too low and quickly for Bella's ears. Emmett chuckles and watches me watch Bella work.

"I also like to read," I say with a smile. Suddenly a boy about 16 or so walks up and wraps his arms around Bella's waist.

"Hey Bells," says the boy looking at me like he was winning some form of contest.

"Hey Jake," says Bella as she comes to the total. Her eyes widen and she looks at me with a quizzical expression. "Are you sure you want to pay in cash?"

Emmett sure could rack up a bill with useless things. "I'm sure," I say reaching for my wallet. Bella seemed to question my ability to pay until I handed her the money.

"I bet it's fake, let me check," he says before grabbing the money from Bella's hands and holding a bill up to the light only to be disappointed that it was real.

"Jacob, that's rude!" chastises Bella snatching the money back and counting it before putting it in the register.

"So, you rich or something?" asks Jacob.

"She's right, you are rude kid," says Emmett scowling at Jacob. I sigh heavily as Bella hands me my change.

"Do you need any help getting that to your car?" asks Bella.

"I think we've got it, but thank you anyway," I say with a smile.

"Good because we weren't going to help you," sneers Jacob causing Bella to glare at him. The monster within lets out a mighty roar and I knew it was time for me to leave.

"Grab our things Emmett, we need to take the vase to Esme," I say before picking up the vase. Emmett grabs everything else. "It was nice meeting you." With that said I leave with Emmett not far behind.

"Why the sudden hurry?" asks Emmett as we get in my Volvo and I start the engine before speeding out of Port Angeles.

"That girl's blood was singing to me, I was ready to kill her," I admit.

"You sure didn't show it," says Emmett incredulously.

"I was holding my breath most of the time and trying to focus on other things, but that kid was making me mad," I growl.

"That kid was being a little a—"

"I know Emmett," I ground out. It seemed that he was also with Bella and that hurt more than the thirst. Not to mention he was clearly challenging me and he shouldn't have done that. Well I was going to accept his challenge, even if it killed me. Let the games begin.

End Prologue

A/N: Okay, here's the prologue as well as chapter one put together. I hope you don't mind HeartBreaker1830. So I wrote the story, but the story line and most of the ideas and the prologue belong to HeartBreaker1830. She asked me to write this for her so I'm giving full credit to her. So I hope you enjoy this story and if u have ideas or complaints or whatever review or PM HeartBreaker1830…I'm sure she'll look forward to hearing from you, as will I.