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With A Rebel Yell

AU. Chicago, 1928. Edward Cullen is living his life of rebellion, feeding only off criminals. Then, he stumbles across someone seemingly innocent who appeals to him in ways that could force him to reveal his secret and scare away the girl he's grown to love.



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"With a Rebel Yell/ She cried more, more, more. "

- Billy Idol "Rebel Yell"

Originally, I despised the creature I had become; Despised myself for walking the earth. Vampires are monsters - I was a monster.

Yet, at this present moment in time, I was almost grateful that I was one. If not, then by now, I almost certainly would have been drawn up into the world of the Chicago Gangsters. Yes, nineteen-twenty-eight was a good time to be a vampire.

At least in Chicago.

I’d left Carlisle and Esme back in Wisconsin and decided to try my luck in my new world alone; I was fed up with the vegetarian life Carlisle suggested we lead. I wanted to try human blood - and I loathed myself to admit it.

Though, I often reminded myself, it was alright if I just stick to … feeding off of the criminals. Surely ridding the world of human evils couldn’t be that horrible of me.

Which is why I chose to come to Chicago. The streets were filled with criminals.

Another reason I was indebted to Carlisle for making me into a vampire was the fact that being one enabled me to hear the thoughts of others around me - a useful tool in separating the murderers and the rapists from the innocents.

My … talent, for lack of a better word, was something - at least out of Carlisle, Esme and myself - only I could do.

The night was cold - unusually cold for September - and the streets were teaming with people determined not to arouse suspicion as they journeyed towards the nearest speakeasy.

My eyebrow lifted in amusement. They needn’t be so fearful. The police turned a blind eye to the illegal drinking thanks to bribes from many gangsters. This era of Prohibition was pretty much non-existent, in terms of Americans ignoring it.

I caught each of their thoughts as they walked passed me, thinking there was no one watching. None of their thoughts went beyond getting a good, hard drink of alcohol. None of them were criminals.

Except …

Stupid little girl, a gruff, obviously male voice thought snidely. She deserves this.

The strange thing about it was that there were no female thoughts in the vicinity.

Nevertheless, a criminal was a criminal, and I was beginning to feel particularly hungry.

I was closing in on the thoughts of the man, using them to guide me to where he was, and was behind him within seconds. All I could see of the supposed ‘stupid little girl’ were her legs, knees pulled up to what I could only assume was her chest. The man was blocking my view.

“Stupid little girl.” The man repeated, out loud this time whilst the sound of a zipper unzipping became evident to my sensitive ears. I winced.

A Rapist. In my opinion, they were the worst kind of criminals. They torture their victim without granting them the luxury of death afterwards. Of course, some people may be thankful for that. A chance to carry on living their life.

“And what,” I spoke loudly, instantly gaining the would-be-rapist’s attention, if the stiffening of his shoulders was anything to go by. “Has this poor girl done to be called such derogatory terms?”

The man glanced behind him, and scoffed as he saw me.

My lips spread into a tiny grin.

“Listen, boy,” the man spat, not seeing my grin become more pronounced, nor the flash of my dangerous teeth. “Stay out of this. It doesn’t concern you.”

He turned his back to me again, obviously expecting me to just leave.

Well, he obviously doesn’t know Edward Cullen.

I let a growl escape my throat.

“See that’s where you're wrong,” I quipped before punching the ugly criminal unconscious. “The raping of a minor is everybody’s concern.”

Then, I winced at the sight of it, the man was dead, and I turned my back on him not wanting to see the crime that I’d just committed.

Dinner could wait, my first concern was the innocent girl also involved.

I couldn’t see much of her, for her long brown her covered her somewhat-pale face. Her arms were wrapped around her knees and her head rested on them. I couldn’t hear her thoughts, which confused me, but I told myself to focus on that strange information later.

“Miss?” I asked, feeling stupid as I did so - she couldn’t be much younger than I was when I was created into this monster. “You’re okay now. He’s gone.”

Her shoulders - which had been shaking softly with what must’ve been sobs, considering I could smell the saltiness of her tears - froze as her head jolted up to look at me.

I was greeted by a heart-shaped face in which were set two huge, chocolate-brown eyes which were wide and innocent yet menacingly sweet.

“Really?” She asked, her voice like chimes. “He’s gone?”

I nodded dumbly, still entranced by the vision of this girl.

“Thank you.” She whispered sincerely.

It was as I was about to reply with a modest ‘you’re welcome’ that the scent of her blood hit me.

And I was overwhelmed with a thirst that I had never felt before.