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Memories - Edward's Story

Edward Masen was dying. His last few days were spent in a hospital bed, awaiting his death. Dr. Cullen rescued the young boy and gave him new life. When mysteries in Edward's old life arise, he sets out to find out the truth. Will Edward's visit back to Chicago reveal any missing pieces to his past?

I plan on this being about Edward's life both before and after he was changed. I plan on going further than the Sylvia situation and moving on to include Edward's first impressions of the other vampires as they are welcomed into the Cullen family, as well as the Cullen's treaty with the werewolves in Forks. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it!

1. Sylvia

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It was thirteenth of August, of the year nineteen eighteen. It was the most beautiful day of the year in the city of Chicago. I picked the perfect evening to propose to her.

I was indeed quite proud of the way I chose to ask to wed my beloved Sylvia.


Her name was like honey on my tongue.


Every time I breathed her name, I understood how Valentine had felt when he uttered the famous words about his Silvia in the Shakespeare play, The Two Gentlemen from Verona.

What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon;
She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence

Her name made me shiver at the sound; she was my love, my everything.

I had already made arrangements with her father. All he could say in reply to my request was “Welcome to the family.”

With her father’s approval, I sent a handwritten letter to her home that morning, asking her to meet me at dusk on the end of Navy Pier. I planned to take her there, spend the evening with her, and as the night drew to a close, I would ask to secure my place as her future husband.

Sylvia was very old fashioned. When she told me she did not want to kiss anyone until she was engaged, I respected her wishes. Actually, I was quite relieved in her decision; it meant that less was expected of me. To be completely honest, I was too frightened to make the move myself. Although I longed to taste her, feel her lips on mine, and breathe in that glorious aroma she seemed to radiate through every room she entered.

I remember the evening we first met; the thirteenth of August, in the year nineteen sixteen. It had been two years to the day since I first laid eyes on her. She was walking along the street corner, when a gust of wind blew her hat off her head and sent it flying down the street. Without even thinking, I ran after it, catching it within moments and setting it gently in her gloved hand. Then I looked up at her.

She was wearing her dark blue linen dress which fell along her body and accented her curves in all the right places. Her brown hair fell in dark curtains around her lovely face. Her beautiful smile was perfectly framed so artistically by her soft lips. Even though she was only fifteen, she looked just like an angel. I could hardly find words to speak as she stood there patiently waiting for an introduction. After finding myself dumbfounded for several moments, I finally spit the words out as dashing as possible.

“Hello, miss, I don’t believe I have had the pleasure of making your acquaintance. I’m Edward Masen.”

I hoped she would see that I merely stumbled over my words because of her beauty.

Luckily for me, she only chuckled for a moment and continued the introduction.

“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure either. I’m Sylvia Forrester.” Her cheeks lightly flushed a soft pink.

Just then her father came around the corner.

“Sylvia, we are go-” he stopped speaking as he saw me.

“Who is this?” He asked very sternly.

I stepped forward with an outstretched hand.

“Forgive me, sir, for not asking your permission to entertain your lovely daughter. I am Edward, sir, Edward Masen.”

He seemed stunned by my sudden civility. I believed he was under the impression that the only type of boy that would approach his daughter without consulting him first was the street-rat, vagrant type. Whether his surprise was in my favor or not, I could not tell until he spoke.

“You are the son of Edward and Elizabeth Masen?” He asked me; although I had serious doubt that it was a question. It sounded much more like a statement.

“I am, sir. Are you acquainted with them?” I asked, trying to be as polite as possible.

“I work with your father. I know him well. He has spoken of you on many occasions, more than one of which he described a boy identical to yourself.”

I stood there for a long moment before I remembered the gorgeous creature that stood behind me. I turned back to smile and wink. She smiled in return.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Edward, and I’m sorry, but we really must be going. We are expected to meet my brother at the docks in ten minutes.” Her father spoke in a hurry.

I had to ask him. I had to make sure I would be able to see this beautiful angel at least one more time.

“Sir?” I began, unsure what the outcome of my question would be.

“Yes, Edward,” he replied, slightly rushed.

“May I call on your daughter, tomorrow evening?” I held my breath as I waited for his response. He seemed to think through it for a moment.

“Ask her,” he simply replied.

I turned to her, gently grasped one of her gloved hands, and spoke to her.

“Sylvia? May I call on you tomorrow evening?” I waited for her response before I made another movement.

“Yes, Edward, I would enjoy that very much.”

I sighed with relief. I was going to be in the company of the most beautiful creature in town again tomorrow. I bent down and gently kissed her hand. Before she left, I quietly whispered in her ear.

“Until tomorrow, then.”

She gave a slight nod and smiled as she walked up the street with her father.

Over the next two years, we had become inseparable. I saw her every day; I never let her out of my sight for more than a moment. I knew in my heart that she would be mine forever.

As I prepared to meet Sylvia at the pier, I heard my mother call my name.

"Edward," she gently called.

I made my way into her bedroom. When I stepped inside, I saw she had her jewelry box open on the bed, and was rummaging through it in search of something. Evidently successful in her search, she pulled her dainty hands out of the box to reveal what appeared to be a diamond ring. She held it up to the light and its reflection cast a dazzling rainbow on the wall closest to me. It wasn’t long before I received an answer to all my internal questions.

“Your father gave me this ring when he asked me to marry him. It’s a diamond. For safety reasons, I have tucked it away since then; I feared I might lose it. Do you have a ring for Sylvia?”

I held up the plain silver band I’d purchased at Harmon’s drug store, yesterday evening, just after making arrangements with Sylvia’s father.

My mother took one glance at it and said, “Oh, that won’t do at all!”

She grasped my hand in an unusually firm grip. Opening it, she gently dropped the diamond ring into the palm of my hand.

“Give this to her, and take care of her. You’ve been a wonderful son to me; now it’s time to show Sylvia what a wonderful husband you will be to her.” She smiled and squeezed my hand in affection.

We remained there for several more moments, until she seemed to come out of her daze.

“Oh! I had almost forgotten!” She delved once more into her jewelry box, paying close and careful attention to every item she pulled out. The pieces started collecting in a small pile on the bed. When she had about five or six items, she picked up the pile and began handing me each piece, one by one, and explaining the stories behind each of them as she gently set them in my right hand; my left was still clutching the ring.

After she had set the last piece in my palm, she gave me careful instructions as to when these should be given to Sylvia.

I was now holding two bracelets, both of the finest gold; and two necklaces, one with the most exquisite heart shaped locket dangling from the chain, and the other with a pale pink rose hanging delicately from its silver chain.

I examined the first necklace, the locket, very carefully; smoothing my fingers over every surface, smiling at the way its color seemed to dance in the light. Without even thinking, I opened the latch on the heart. My eyes opened wide as I saw the two portraits inside. They were both of me; the first one showed me as a child, and the second one showed the portrait that had been taken of me on my seventeenth birthday.

I looked down at the fifth item in my right hand. It was a crystal heart-shaped charm. It must have been at least five karats. There were nearly a thousand facets cut delicately along the edges of this dainty little crystal piece. I took it between my fingers and held it to the light. It cast the most dazzling, colored reflections across the entire room. I felt my breath leave my chest as I stood there, simply in awe of it.

“Edward, these things are yours now. I’ve had my time to enjoy them, now it’s time for me to let go,” she spoke in her gentle, soft voice. I smiled; I really was getting married. All I had to do now was ask the bride.

I leaned forward and kissed my mother. I loved her more than I had ever loved any woman ever before, except for Sylvia.

I thanked her and shot a glance toward the grandfather clock in the corner. I had to meet her across town in twenty minutes.

“Wish me luck,” I yelled over my shoulder as I stepped out the door.

I walked all the way across town, stopping only once, momentarily, to speak to an acquaintance. I arrived at Navy Pier five minutes early. All I had left to do was wait for her to come. I ran through my proposal speech again in my head; memorizing similes, pauses, and hand gestures. I’d hoped I would be able to carry it through completely without stuttering over my words with one glance at her beauty.

I shot a glance upward.

There she was; my angel.

She wore the same blue dress she had worn on this day, two years ago, when we first met. Her hair was parted in the same gentle way it had been then. She smiled her heart-stopping smile. I shivered.

There stood my future, my everything, my Sylvia.