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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!

2. An Engagement

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I quickly lunged myself in her direction and threw my arms around her. I was intoxicated with her; everything about her was thoroughly invigorating.

Sylvia held on to me for an extended moment, letting go only when I began to speak.

“Come with me, I want to show you something.” I clutched her hand firmly in mine and we sprinted off down the pier together.

I took her to my favorite place at the end of Navy Pier. I watched her gracefully sit her delicate frame on the edge of a bench; her long dress was lightly blowing in the wind. I sat down next to her and grasped her hand once more. I let my free hand roam through the pocket of my coat in search of the necklace my mother gave me. I found the locket and watched as Sylvia gasped when I held it out for her eyes to see.

She brushed the chain lightly with her thin fingers.

“This was my mother’s necklace. My father gave it to her just after my birth. According to my mother, it was given to her so she would always keep her family close to her heart.”

I opened the locket.

“She replaced my father’s portrait with the most recent one of me.” I pointed to the tiny photograph of me contained inside the locket.

I opened her hand and gently set the locket on her outstretched palm.

“It belongs to you now.”

She looked up at me with an unreadable expression on her face. It seemed to resemble some form of shock.

“Edward, I cannot accept this. It’s a family heirloom and should remain in your family.”

I stared at her face for a long moment. I loved her more than anything. If it weren’t for my perfectly planned evening, I would have dropped to one knee and asked her to marry me right then and there; but, no matter how hard I tried to, I couldn’t go against my plan. I was far too proud of it.

“My mother wanted you to keep it. She believes she enjoyed it long enough and thought it was time it was treasured once more.”

She sat in silence for several long moments. Oh, how I longed to know what she was thinking; to understand what thoughts entertained her beautiful mind. I would have given anything for once glimpse into her private thoughts.

She finally spoke, very quietly, disturbing me from my vain thoughts about her beauty.

“Will you put it on me, Edward?”

I smiled and pulled the delicate chain to her flawless, porcelain neck. I secured the clasp and watched her admiring the photographs inside the necklace.

“You look like your mother.”

I squeezed her hand tighter.

Before I could think of a response, I heard the familiar chime of the clock tower.

Six o’clock

I had made six o’clock dinner reservations at a restaurant down the street.

I gently lifted her out of the bench, offered her my arm, and walked her back up the pier.

We got to the restaurant and sat down at our table in silence. Sylvia’s attention was drawn to the walls and the spectacular artwork they displayed. Apparently it was unlike anything she had ever seen.

“What do you think of this place?” I asked her, noting her obvious stunned expression.

“Edward,” she addressed me slowly, still taking in all the beautiful décor. “It’s absolutely breathtaking! I’ve never been anywhere as extravagant as this!”

I chuckled a deep throated laugh.

“I’m pleased that you like it!” I said with a grin.

The waitress was at our table before I could say any more.

“Hello, what can I get for you?”

I pointed to Sylvia, acknowledging the fact that my lady would be first.

Sylvia glanced up and mumbled, “I’ll just have water, for now.”

I noticed a bit of longing in her voice and tried to remedy that.

“The lady would like a Coca Cola,” I watched her face light up and her eyes sparkle. “I would like one also.”

With my words, the waitress scurried away to fill our order.

“Thank you, Edward.”

Sylvia never liked to tell me when she wanted something. She hated the idea of anyone openly spending money on her. Usually she just kept quiet about things she desired.

When the waitress came with our Cokes, we ordered two bowls of clam chowder and a loaf of bread. These things were listed as appetizers, but I only had a dollar to spend.

While we waited, we began to discuss Romeo’s character in Romeo and Juliet. Sylvia had just finished reading it, and was enraptured in the passionate tale. She thought Romeo was romantic; I thought his romance was unreal. No matter how much she tried to make me understand his passionate romance, my stubborn seventeen-year-old self couldn’t understand the reality in such a tale.

Then our food came and we ate in silence. I loved watching her eat. She was so dainty; so very feminine. I loved the way she quickly grabbed her napkin when she would occasionally get food on her face. It usually embarrassed her, but I just found it adorable.

After dinner, I took her back to the pier. We glanced out over the water. I heard her admire how beautiful it was with a simple gasp.

I knew I had to ask her right then. I needed to make sure she would be mine forever.

I took a short, deep breath and began my speech; all the while praying and hoping I wouldn’t stumble over my words and make a fool of myself.


Her dazzling blue eyes sparkled as she waited to hear me speak my mind.

I had to do this.

“Sylvia,” I started over. “I love you, and-”

I stopped abruptly when I heard my name shouted through the streets.


I shot a glance upward. It was Billy Cooper; I knew him only from his acquaintance with my father.

As he approached us, I could immediately tell from the look on his face that something was seriously wrong. What could possibly have happened?


Billy was still breathing heavily from running quite a long distance in a short amount of time. Little did I know the next few words he uttered would change my life forever.

“Yes, Billy, what is wrong?”

“It’s your parents, Edward. Your mother has collapsed and your father has come down with a fever. Carlisle Cullen, that new doctor at the hospital, believes it to be the devil work of that Spanish flu. They are being held up at the hospital, both too sick to move. I had strict orders to bring you there as soon as I could.”

My mind went numb. Could this be possible? My parents were fine that afternoon. Could they really have caught the illness in the small number of hours I had been away?

I turned to quickly glance at Sylvia. Her face was ghostly white, the fair pink flush on her rosy cheeks was gone, and all trace of color had disappeared from her lips.


She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me in a sympathetic embrace. I knew she couldn’t come with me now. I had to let Billy take her home. I couldn’t run the risk of her getting sick at the hospital. The image of her weak and broken body in a hospital cot would be sure to kill me internally for every moment I spent by her bedside in agony.

I broke away from her embrace to look into her eyes.

“Sylvia, will you allow Billy to escort you home? I must go to my mother and father.”

She nodded; understanding the importance of the situation.

“Thank you,” I muttered under my breath, as I kissed her hand.

Silently, she stepped forward and toward Billy. He clutched onto her arm; his filthy coat grazing over the sleeve of her beautiful blue linen dress. I fought the urge to hit him, to make him realize the potential harm in his actions. Maybe I was just being over-protective. I had to be careful not to show my frustration; she wasn’t mine yet.

I watched her walk away on the arm of another man. There are no words to express the internal hostility and anger I felt in that moment.

An instinct feeling in my gut told me that was the last time I would ever see her.