A/N:I have never written a story for twilight before..although it has interested me..but while i was working i took a break and picked up a book that talked about the Spanish Influenza...and well thus this story came to be...hopefully its liked...

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

So I've had this story done for a while, at least written down in my notebook, and I planned to get it out by November 25, which was my birthday, but things never seem to turn out the way I want them to.

So I hope you like it at least somewhat, and I hope to add more interaction with Jacob and Edward in upcoming chapters, longer ones, instead of the small little passages that you've been reading. XP

Written In the Stars

chapter 5

"Something Different"

Edward stood beside Marcus as Carlisle walked through the huge imposing doors. Edward stood a little straighter as his sire walked in without lacking the grace that Edward had briefly seen while he was in his presence. Thoughts filled Carlisle's mind as his eyes found Edwards. Instantly he wondered if leaving him here was the right choice, after all he knew how Aro and Caius could be, they were hardly understanding individuals. Edward could tell that Carlisle was glad that he choose to stick beside Marcus because he was a better choice.

Edward ignored them when they began to talk about him, he knew that they didn't much care that he was in the same room, but he had to admit he was curious when they began to talk about sending him home with his sire. Home? Could he really say home when he had been given away? He was defective and he could tell by Aro's tone that he was unacceptable as a vampire and by his thoughts he knew that Aro wondered why Carlisle wanted to get him back so much.

He didn't notice how his hands were shaking until Marcus grabbed onto his arm. He looked down at the strong hand and wondered how long he had been shaking, before he nodded his head at Marcus to tell him that he was fine for the moment.

The conversation had stopped and Carlisle was staring at him intently. "Why is he shaking like that?"

Aro smiled in a sardonic way and Edward couldn't help but grit his teeth at that. "He's doesn't seem to be right in the head." Aro said simply and Edward watched as Carlisle stiffened.

Thoughts instantly rushed into the forefront of Carlisle's mind, he wondered if he turned Edward too late, if the fever had reached to his brain causing his nerves to fry slowly, had he made him into a creature that would no longer see the beauty in life? He wasn't sure how to react and he wondered if Edward would be okay if he took him back to the house.

Edward could feel a slight rumbling in his chest and wondered what sound it would have made if his vocal chords were working. Aro walked over to him and grabbed his chin roughly as Carlisle seemed to be in shock.

"He is rather useless as a Vampire. If you keep him, you'll have to forcefeed him, he doesn't seem to take kindly of eating by himself, seems he would rather starve."

"Poor thing would rather die then spend an eternity as the monster he's been made." Jane said from across the room in a low murmur, but everyone heard it loud and clear.

Carlisle had moved since Edward had been with the Voulturri and now lived in a relatively small house. As Edward stepped in he felt as if the house was supposed to be a warm welcome and he couldn't help but wonder if this was Carlisle's way of helping him. The house was a fair distance away from the town and was hidden from the road by trees and had a long driveway, in a way Edward found that to be very comforting. As long as he was away from the Voulturri he would take anything fate had for him.

Carlisle was still wary around him. He wasn't sure how to handle him and wondered if he should gather more medical books to see if there was a way to help, but even as the thought entered his mind he quickly dismissed it as he remembered that since Edward was a vampire he wouldn't be able to perform any sort of medical analysis, as if he were a human.

Edward closed his hands into fists and grimaced when his nails did nothing but scrape against his strong skin. He walked further into the house breathing in the air and eyeing the grande piano that sat at the corner of the living room.

Carlisle was watching him with apprehension as he walked to the piano and talked to him in a soft tone.

"Do you like it?"

Edward nodded and brushed his hand against the keys of the piano and softly pushed down on one until a soft ping reverberated around the room. He turned to Carlilse and sighed as he made motions with his hands hoping that Carlilsle would understand what he was asking for.

Carlisle looked confused for a moment before understanding seemed to cross his face and he left the room, only to return in a second with a notebook and pen in hand.

"I hope this is all right."

Edward nodded and quickly opened the book and wrote down his reply in an elegant script. "It's perfect."

Carlisle nodded and a small smile lit up his face until he read what Edward had written down next.

"I'm perfectly fine, regarding my mind. I understand that I'm different, but my mind is fine. Aro dislikes me greatly and considers me a waste of space, he wonders constantly when I will die. Do you think I am too?"

"Edward I would never see you as a waste of space."

"Then why did you get rid of me? Is it because you don't know how to handle me? Because you feel guilty about how I've turned out?"

"I'll admit that I was lacking in judgement when I let you go to the Voulturri, I never considered the consequences and I was lost on how different you are compared to others of our kind. I blamed myself for how you turned out, but I will never let them take you again. You are my family Edward and that will never change."

1921 (I'm not too sure if this is the right year)

"Edward!" Carlisle called after him but he ignored it as he rushed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. He was being replaced! He knew it was too good to be true he knew that his simple life would change soon. He just didn't think it would occur so soon. He wanted it to at least last a couple of more years. He had already lived a nice comfortable life with Carlisle for a couple of years, so why did he have to mess it up now? Why was he being replaced? Had he done something wrong that couldn't be forgiven?

Carlisle's words echoed in his mind, and Edward couldn't help but wear a sad smile. So much for always being a family. He finally stopped running when he reached the outskirts of the city they had been inhabiting for the past two years. His mind overloaded with images of what had occurred when Carlisle arrived home with Esme Platt in his arms. Her life drained away after her suicide attempt. Edward could see it clear in her mind, her depression over what she had lost and the pain of the venom in her veins slowly settling in. She twitched for a moment, and Edward saw the worried look Carlisle had on his face as he laid her down on their couch.

Edward bit his lip, wishing that he could actually feel his teeth pierce his rough skin. He could tell why Carlisle was worried, he was thinking about it clearly as he checked her pulse. He thought she would end up just like how he did. A mistake, a vampire that couldn't speak and wasn't useful. He grasped the edge of the table he was standing next to and saw Carlisle flinch when he broke it in half with his strength.

Carlisle quickly turned and eyed Edward with concern in his eyes, but the concern on his mind only spoke of how Edward would react to Esme. He shook his head when a thought crossed Carlisle's mind of Edward hurting Esme.

Edward grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a note on it before slamming it into Carlisle's chest. He barely took notice when Carlisle read the note and instead turned to leave, it was clear that he was not needed for the moment.

Edward shook his head roughly and willed the thoughts away. He moved farther away from the city and sighed in relief as the thoughts that had reached his mind slowly stopped. He walked across the road and glanced around looking for any sign of a car, when he noticed none was coming he began to run again. He barely felt the rush of air that hit him and continued on his way.

He knew he couldn't stay away for long though.

1928

Edward barely paid any attention to the film that played in front of a room filled with people. His mind traveling to other places as his red eyes scanned the crowd. Everyone laughed as if in sync as something appeared on the screen that caused such a reaction. All of them were clearly more into what was happening on the screen then he was if their minds said anything about it. Each and every mind seemed to replay what they had already seen.

It was like watching the same film over and over again on several hundred separate screens. His mouth twitched a little at the thought, until his mind caught a stray thought that separated this mind from the others.

Edward felt an immediate reaction, his breathing deepened and his hand reached up to clutch the arm of his seat in a strangle hold. His eyes narrowed slightly and he shook his head as he swallowed thickly. He could feel the beginnings of a growl start in the back of his throat. His eyes scanned the crowd of people with more purpose until they landed on the one that had, such...disgusting thoughts.

He wore a hat, one of the only men in the whole establishment, brave enough to even consider the idea. His eyes weren't focused on the screen and based on his line of thoughts they had never been focused on it from the start.

Edward looked away for a moment taking in how far away he was from the man, a measly three aisle's down. He could easily drag him from his seat and take the very breath he breathes away from him. Edward shook his head deciding that commiting murder in a room full of people was not the ideal choice and focused his mind back on the man.

The man seemed to only have eyes for a woman that sat elegantly across from him. Her outfit standing out, as it was a red that seemed to bring out the paleness of her skin. He followed her when he saw her cross the street to the building. When she bought her ticket, he listened and bought one for himself. He followed her inside and would have grabbed her right there if he could if it hadn't been for the fact that she seemed to be surrounded by so many people, yet traveling with none.

He followed her into the screening room, his eyes glued to her being, never once taking a glance at the elegance the building seemed produced for.

Edward let go of the arm of his chair and simply allowed his hand to rest lightly on his lap. The man's thoughts shifted, so deep in thought was he, that he failed to notice the woman begin to gather her things. The film was obviously far from over, which would give him the perfect chance to do what he wanted with her.

She got up from her seat and with her bag in hand, made her way to the exist, she never noticed that she passed two predators that night. Edward listened as she opened the door and watched as the man got up and followed behind her. When the door closed, he took a calming breath before getting up to follow as well.

The scent of the hallway was dulled, the human contact out here was a small minimum. He preferred it that way as he quickened his pace. His hand grabbed the back of the mans coat pulling him away from the woman he had begun to taunt. He heard the sound of her feet running down the stairs as the man struggled against his grip.

"What are you doing?" The man said, anger filling his tone.

Edward smiled sardonically before flashing the man his fangs, his hand pushing the man's to the side before digging his elongated fangs into the carotid artery. Blood rushed into his mouth, as foul as the man the barely stood in front of him. As Edward drunk his full he knew that it was still better than that of animals, as well as the nagging thought, that if not for him that woman would have perished that night.

1933

When he first layed eyes on Rosalie Hale he was beyond pissed at Carlisle. They would have to move now because of her, he was finally beginning to enjoy life with Esme and Carlisle, but it seemed that Carlisle was destined to make his new existence a living hell.

He wished he could scoff when Carlisle had explained that maybe he would take a liking to her, because he didn't wish for him to be alone. He didn't understand how Carlisle could think that when he was with them, he was never truly alone during the day, and he had his studies to attend to, he was always occupied with something.

He shook his head at Carlisle and listened in on Rosalie's thoughts, she had caught a glimpse of him when Carlisle came in with her and instantly took a liking to his looks. Edward shook his head and through his anger knew that he would have to deal with this new attachment to their family, and of course discourage her from trying to gain a relation with him.

Present (I wrote 1933, before I wrote 1928...thats why there is no mention of his return...if the dates are wrong, don't shoot me..pwease! . OwO)

He grabbed his books after leaving the lunch room with his family. He grabbed his biology textbook without looking. He'd taken the class too many times to count and by now didn't really need to bother with the textbook, but it would most likely appear very strange if he just showed up and knew everything on the spot. He preferred to at least open the book to its appropriate page before repeating his answer out loud.

He walked into the classroom, being the only one there besides the teacher. He moved instinctively to the middle row and sat down next to the window, choosing to look outside at the rain as the rest of the students slowly piled into the room. He looked up at the board and took in the assignment that had just been written down and turned his book to the assigned page when the door opened.

Out of instinct everyone seemed to look up, making the new girl, Isabella become even more nervous then she had been before. Edward scanned around and noticed that the seat beside his own, was the only one available. Normally, he would have given the time to introduce himself to her when she sat down, however this time it wouldn't be possible.

As she walked in front of the fan placed conveniently in the front of the room, her scent seemed to diffuse around the enclosed area, causing him to stiffen in his seat. His hand reaching up to cover her nose, while his left hand grabbed onto the wood of the desk, he would be sharing with her.

In just mere seconds he had succumbed to the very being he had been trying to deny for so long. In just a few seconds he had become the predator and she had become his prey.

He could grab her right then and there and drain her dry, but then there would be too many witnesses, already his mind was calculating them into casualties. He could kill them all off first, instilling fear into her very being, but it would take too long for him to kill them all, some would scream and eventually be heard. He would have to kill more.

As she sat down in the seat he barely paid her attention, trying to shrink away from her scent, while calculating a better plan. He could write down his introduction and hand it to her as soon as the class reached it's end, he could slowly lead her away from the classroom, from the school and then he could drink her blood. For her scent carried a smell so delicious, so overpowering that he could think of nothing else until she was gone, for she was the problem.

A notebook nearby sent clear, scentless air to him, causing him to think clearer then he had in the first half of class. He instantly stopped his breathing and noticed that the piece of wood he had been clutching had broken away in his hand sometime during his deep thinking. He gripped the piece in his hand until it became nothing more then dust and slowly fixed the hand shaped imprint on the desk until it was nothing but a gaping hole.

An image of Carlisle popped into his mind and he knew that he wouldn't be judged, but where had the years of self control gone that he would give it up because of one girl? Would he really be able to handle the red eyes, and disappointment that even though his family wouldn't voice, he would still hear.

As the bell rang, he made sure to gather up his books and run out of the classroom. He narrowly missed bumping into Alice on his way out, and stopped only because she grabbed onto his arm.

"Are you okay?" she thought and he instantly shook his head in denial. She nodded and dragged him to one of the corners of the hallway that the rest of the students seemed to avoid, something about a ghost.

"I know you're planning to leave." she voiced, her normally cheerful tone, strained.

Although he hadn't actually thought about leaving yet, he knew that it would probably be the right choice. He didn't want to make his family move after only being there for only a few weeks.

"Think about your other options first, ok." Alice said as Edward snatched his arm out of her grip. His eyes quickly flicked over to his family that stood only a few steps away from him, concern over not knowing the full situation.

He gave them a soft nod and turned to leave the building when he heard Alice.

"Jacob's waiting for you at our house."

He barely paid any attention to the speedometer as he drove home. His mind filled with questions with no answers. As soon as he pulled up to the looming white house he started to calm down. The thought of seeing Jacob, instilled a warmth that had long been gone.

When he stepped out of the car, he wasn't surprised to see Jacob on the porch waving at him with a smile on his face. Edward could tell from his thoughts that he had only been waiting there for a short while and was hoping that he would show up even though Jacob knew he was in school.

"I was hoping you'd come soon and you did! I must have a gift." Jacob said as Edward made his way up the front steps.

Edward let out a soundless laugh and opened the front door of the house, gesturing Jacob inside. As Jacob mumbled and stared at the interior of the house in awe, Edward couldn't shake off the feeling that something about him had changed. He took a deep breath and felt his muscles instantly tense in defense. His mind was going miles a minute as he took in the stronger scent that was flowing off of Jacob in ways.

Edward knew that as Jacob was apart of the Quileute tribe there was a chance that he would end up being just like Ephraim they were related after all. He just didn't think that it would be happening so soon. The last time that they had gotten the chance to talk to one another the scent was barely there. It was as if something has instigated this change in him. Was it because of the time that they had been spending together? Had he somehow called out the instincts of Jacob's inner wolf even though he felt no need to attack Jacob?

A soft shake of his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts, as his eyes connected with concerned brown ones.

"Are you all right?" Jacob asked and Edward found himself hesitating to answer.

Jacob frowned for a second before talking. "I'm not entirely sure if I should take that as a no or as a I'm not sure."

Edward gave Jacob a small smile and ruffled his hair. Edward felt all the emotions of that day start to build up and he felt an almost uncontrollable need to pull Jacob into his arms and breath in his calming scent until he felt sure that he would be able to go on for the days to come.

His hands twitched at his side as if trying to decide for him what to do. His mind however was trying to determine if that would somehow affect their budding friendship, deciding to ignore his thoughts and his own desire, he instead reached out and grasped Jacob's hand with his own. Jacob's warm palm against his own cold one was like a reassurance that he was still alive, that even though he would be forced to live eternity as a cold being he could still feel the warmth of others.

Edward felt Jacob tighten his grip as he lead them up the stairs. His mind still bouncing in circles, he lead Jacob to his room. The door was wipe open as if inviting them in and the view that surrounded his windows seemed to call them forth even more as if begging them to join the wind outside.

"Is this your room?" Jacob asked in awe.

Edward smiled and let go of Jacob's hand as he let him explore the room. He watched as Jacob stopped at his never ending cd collection and took in all the names as if he was trying to memorize them all. Edward walked over to his desk and grabbed his notebook and pen before proceeding to sit on the end of his couch that sat at the far end of the room.

Jacob turned around and Edward watched in amusement as Jacob walked over with a serious expression, before changing into one of confusion.

"No bed?"

Edward couldn't help but shake his head. After all being a monster seemed to require no sleep, but he very well couldn't tell Jacob that.

Jacob sat down next to Edward heavily and waited a moment before talking. "So whats on your mind? You seem really out of it?"

Edward hesitated before opening up the notebook and instantly began to write down what was on his mind, while trying to keep out a few minor details.

" After all the time I took to control myself, today I felt myself begin to slip. As if everything I've managed to accomplish up to now has been for nothing."

"What do you mean?" Jacob asked slightly confused about the situation.

"I almost lost control today. I almost attacked someone." Edward wrote and Jacob felt even more confused if that was even possible.

"Attacked someone? You? I don't even think that's possible. You're a Cullen you're calm, cool and collected, that's the three c's right there. You just thought you were losing control, but I'm sure you've got a handle on yourself." Jacob said hoping to cheer up his friend even though he was sure that there was something important he was missing from this conversation.

"Thanks." Edward wrote down, not entirely sure what to write after hearing something like that.

"No problem." Jacob said with a smile that seemed to push away the tension that had been following them since they entered the house. "And I'm sure that one day you'll tell me everything so I won't base what I say on nothing."

"You'll have to figure it out yourself. I highly doubt I could tell you."

"What are you serious?" Jacob groaned in frustration. "Sam keeps telling me the same thing. Figure it out yourself Jacob. It's staring you right in the face Jacob. You know he's threatened to lock me up in my house. He hates that I come to see you all the time. Something about smelling you on my clothes. Is that even possible?"

Edward wasn't entirely sure, but the conversation seemed to stray from the main point.

Jacob's pov (somewhat)

Jacob smiled to himself as he opened the door of his house. He was glad that he had spent some time to talk to Edward. Usually he could only spend a short amount of time with him before he had to leave. He closed the door behind him and looked up in surprise when he saw Sam staring at him in anger, his arms crossed as if he had been waiting a long time.

Sam moved quickly and grabbed Jacob's collar, pulling him into the living room. Jacob instantly felt anger boil up inside of him as he struggled against Sam's hold.

"Let go!" He practically snarled, until he was dropped on the wood floor of the living room. His knees crashed hard against the floor and his hands reached out to catch the rest of his weight.

He looked up and noticed the friends that had abandoned him to join up with Sam's gang. His Father sat in his wheelchair in the corner and Jacob couldn't help but feel saddened that his father was apart of this as well.

He picked himself off from the floor and brushed off imaginary dust. "What is this about?" Jacob asked, almost coming across as nonchalant.

"That's what we would like to know Jacob." His father said in a stern voice that made Jacob want to bow his head in shame.

"What-?" Jacob began only to be cut off.

"We want to know why you seem to want to hang around that leech." Paul said angrily.

"You mean Edward?" Jacob said feeling the need to defend his friend. He could feel the anger that had slipped away come back with full force as his friends seemed to grow agitated with his choice of words. Somehow Jacob knew that this conversation was going to take a turn for the worse.

Was it wrong to want to be friends with the Cullens?

A/N: so this chapter had slightly more, like the rest of the confrontation, but I'm tired and I don't really want to write it, so I might put it in the start of the next chapter. This story also has no beta so try not to judge too hard.

I'm not too sure with how this chapter turned out, I'm thinking about taking the time to rewrite it later at least the last part. I don't want to rush Edward and Jacob's relationship too much considering Jacob's age.

I obviously skipped some parts that relate to the books, for all intents and purposes it is Twilight but with my own mixture of events. I also added Bella because even though she wasn't going to be a part of it originally I decided I needed her in order to progress the story in the way that I wanted it to go.

As I said before this story is based off of flashbacks so I hope no one loses interest because there are so many. I am also sleep deprived and blame any mistakes, as well as awkward sentences based on that fact. XP

So please Review and tell me what you think...