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Back from the Past

A 'Pride and Prejudice' play in the present, and a bet among heartbreakers, Edward and Emmett in the past: The last to marry wins the Cullen estate. What happens when Jasper Whitlock finds a way to time travel, and the whole group meets. Will the pairs fall in love? We shall see... banner by me

AN: So this is a new story that I had the inclination to write last night. I’m really excited about it, more so than I was with What We Become. That may be a sign that this story will do just as well as the latter. I am just going to say that this story is meant to be a romance. I have read dozens of historical fiction novels, novels based in the 19 th century etc. I love writing from the perspective of those types of stories. You probably figured that out in my previous story, Edward and Isabella . Whether you think I have skill in that department is your opinion only. Enjoy. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight by Stephenie Meyer, though I use her characters and setting. This story was inspired by the movie Kate and Leopold , starring Meg Ryan and Hugh Jackman (sexy as ever).

1. Chapter 1

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Chapter One

Bella slammed the door behind her, an emphasis that she was furious. She curled her nose, spun around on her heels and shoved the lock into place. With a huff, she flicked the hall light on and headed into the living room. Throwing her trench coat on an arm chair, she swung herself onto the sofa. Bella closed her eyes, pulled her hands through her long brown hair and muffled a scream, pounding her feet on the coffee table. Angry tears started to pool up behind her eyes. Leaning forward, she messily untied her running shoes and threw them in a heap on the floor in front of her television. She couldn’t sit any longer; Bella stood up and made her way to the window, pushing it open with a heave. Instantly, the sound of the city below flooded her apartment.

“Rough day?” Alice said from behind her. Bella turned around, her eyebrows arched. She took in the sight of her bubbly best friend, and curled her lips to retort. Alice stood from where she was reclining on the bar stool and lifted both hands, palms forward. “Hey! I’m just being the concerned friend, don’t go and take your anger out on me.” Bella sighed through her nose, but looked away. “That’s better.” Alice walked around the kitchen island and started pouring a glass of water from the tap. “Here.” She held the glass out for Bella to take.

“Thanks.” Bella murmured apologetically. She took the glass of water and drank it down.

“Don’t worry.” Alice leaned against the granite counter. “I’m guessing you didn’t get picked for the part of Jane Bennett?” Bella let out a breath that sent her bangs up. With a disappointed smirk, she shook her head.

“Nope. Apparently I’m not right for the part.” Her voice quivered. Bella banged her knuckles on the counter. She sat down and laid her head in her crossed arms. It was silent for a moment until Alice started tapping the toe of her shoe impatiently against the floor.

“Did you get any part at all? Because Bella, you are amazing at acting. They invited you to this school for a reason.”

“No good has come from moving across the country at the age of fifteen to pursuit a crazy dream that held no future.” Bella moaned.

“Well, you met me.” Alice said happily, “And you have been given plenty of fame from moving out here.” Bella lifted her head.

“I am glad I met you.” She wiped at her eyes. “And it has been a good three years.”

“Damn right, girl!” Alice grinned. Bella couldn’t help but smile back. Alice studied her best friend for a moment. “You got the part of Elizabeth didn’t you?” Bella frowned. “Ohmigod! Congratulations, Bella!” She hit her shoulder.

“I can’t pull it off, Alice. I can’t! It’s too much.” Bella stood up and walked to her bedroom, swinging the door shut behind her. This didn’t keep Alice out; she just followed her in, making herself at home on Bella’s bed. Bella came out of her bathroom, drying her hands on her pants. She rolled her eyes at seeing Alice on her bed.

“You accepted the role, right?” Alice asked as Bella went through her drawers.

“I have until Saturday.” She pulled out a pair of stockings and a strapless bra, throwing them on the bed beside her friend. She headed to her closet. “That’s when they start the auditions for the male leads.”

“I wonder who’s going to get the part of Mr. Darcy.” Alice said dreamily. “Someone good looking for you of course.”

“I didn’t say I was taking the part.” Bella held up a 70’s style button up dress, “How about this?”

Alice nodded approvingly, saying “I’ve taught you well.” She sat up on her knees. “And you’re going to take the part.” Alice stepped onto the floor, placing her hands on her hips. “Let me do make-up.”


“May I introduce Mr. Edward Cullen.” The crowd applauded as Edward took a step forward and bowed. “And his brother Emmett Cullen.” Emmett echoed his brother, but he had a smile on his face that made every woman in the room swoon. Though truthfully, they found Edward the more handsomer of the pair.

The Cullen brothers had raised quite a reputation within the city, for their attractive good looks and their tendency to leave broken hearts where ever they went. And now they were being introduced as respectful members of the highest ranks of New York, joining their father, who was proud and jealous of their rising popularity. For it had taken Carlisle Cullen many years to gain the respect and adoration he had today. He definitely did not have it at the age of eighteen and nineteen.

Edward and Emmett made their way through shy and adoring women, and stood in front of their father, waiting for his approval.

“I am proud of you, my boys.” Carlisle said, putting a hand on either of their shoulders. “With your new place in society, there are many things that must be accomplished.” Emmett grinned,

“Such as a boasting annual.” Edward laughed at his brother’s remark. He leaned down to give his mother a hug. She was wearing her best dress and her best smile.

“There are other things as well, son.” Carlisle continued. “One in particular.”

“Must we speak of this here, on such a grand night?” Esme intoned. “This is not the time to dwell on the responsibilities of the future. They have time, my husband.” She placed her hand on his forearm tenderly.

Carlisle answered her carefully, as to not bring on a scene. “There is no time like the now, my dear Mrs. Cullen.” He patted her hand. “It is good to think of the future and act upon it before it is too late.” Esme scrunched her brow but did not speak again on the topic. Carlisle looked at his sons, who were already anxious to join in on the dancing. “Marriage is an important sacrament which must not be taken lightly. I believe it is high time for you two to court one of these fine women.” He motioned to the group at large.

Edward watched his father carefully, but had no idea how to answer him. His thoughts strayed to the many ladies he had met, and not one had caught his eye as suitable for a wife. “Mother.” He all but moaned, but Esme just shook her head. Licking his lips, Edward looked at his father. “Is there some sort of deadline, Father? I have not found a wife within these limits, and I say that I most likely will not.” Edward’s copper hair, combed back properly, gave him originality in the Cullen household and name. But it did not give him any favour from his parents.

“Soon, maybe by the Midsummer Ball?” Carlisle patted his chest. “And I believe there are many of fine ladies to choose from, ones of wealth and stature. You have such a high place; they all but will throw themselves into your bed.”

“Mr. Cullen!” Esme said, shocked by her husband’s words. “Our sons will not give their rings to whores!” Carlisle patted her hand once more.

“Of course not.” He murmured soothingly. “I am clearly just stating how to act in such a way that will give these men a wife of their own.”

“What says I should I find a wife?” Emmett said. “I gladly enjoy being a bachelor.” He grinned, shaking his shirt cuffs as he flexed his muscles.

“A stage you will pass through, and by then there will be no suitable ladies left. “ Emmett was about to speak his opinion again. “Enough. I have said my piece and I shall stand by it. Now go dance both of you. Come my Esme.” He murmured, leading her away. Emmett and Edward looked at each other.

“How do you feel?” Emmett asked.

“Angry. And you?”

Emmett chuckled. “Confused.” The brothers began walking around the dance hall. “Are you going to be an obedient son?”

“I suppose I must. What will you do?”

“The same, although I will try my best to work my way to that crazy mind of our father’s.”

“That mind would be mother’s.” Edward grinned. Emmett nodded.

“No one says we cannot make a game out of this.” He led them in another direction, staring at the women dancing with their partners. Edward gave his brother a sly look.

“What kind of game are you proposing?”

“A bit of a lottery, brother. A bet of sorts.” They walked past a pair of staring females, Edward didn’t bother with them, but Emmett winked as he passed.

“And the rules?”

“The first to be married gains the prize.” Emmett spoke lower.

“The prize being?”

“The rights to the estate. The living of all the Cullen property.” Emmett smiled at the crowd. Edward chuckled warily.

“How will that come about?”

“Oh, I have my ways you will see. We clearly just give our final decision to Father, and he makes the living will in the winner’s name. Says thou?” They stopped and stole a drink from a passing wait.

“Agreed. No force on either of our parts to break apart the pair.”

“No fun. The opposite, brother. We must try and help the engagement.”

“Now you are confusing me, Emmett.” Edward let his champagne slid rousingly down his throat.

“We do not want to be married, correct.” Emmett bowed his head. Edward nodded. “We want to stay in our status for as long as possible, for us both can see how the women do land in our beds. Yours especially.” He chuckled. Edward just waited for Emmett to continue, not looking at him at all. “So we do not want the other brother to ‘help’ with anything.”

“Should it not then be: the last to say the vows wins the living?” Edward placed his glass in a nearby bench.

“Ah. I like the way you think, brother. You were always the smarter one in schooling. Alright, have it be that. Shake upon it, Edward.” Edward turned to look at his brother. He hesitated for only an instant before sliding his hand into his brothers.


Jasper rubbed his hands together happily. Finally he had done it. He had figured out how to find time. It was no longer a question of whether time existed, it was how to find the crack that would let time not be important. To travel from one place to another, one time to another, without much effort at all. Cars honked below him, making their way across the bridge. Work and responsibility being left on the other side of these huge iron bars. Jasper did not even look down as he walked across the plank to the edge of the bridge. With a grin and a pull on his jacket, he lifted his beer in the air.

“To the past.” He waited as if about to hear the wind second his toast. He smiled, and stepped off the bridge. Soon the sound of angry road rage’s vanished. And he appeared on a dirt road. An alley behind a wooden building. After a moment, Jasper pulled the correct attire out of his sack, gulped down the rest of his beer, and began to change. After he was dressed he threw everything back into his bag and pulled out his camera. With a short breath and a grin, he walked around the building and into a crowded street. A street crowded with petti-coats, trousers, and horse carriages.

“Shit!” Jasper yelled. A passerby gave him a dirty look. “I mean, Splendid.”