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Austen's Twilight

Let's pretend that Jane Austen had the idea for Twilight first... > Balls, dinner parties, and many interesting exchanges between Miss Isabella Swan and Mr. Edward Cullen.

Thank you for giving this a try! I am a huge Jane Austen fan and I love writing Twilight fan fiction, so I decided to see what would happen if I combined to two. If you have any suggestions, ideas, comments, etc. please share them with me. I've gotten a lot of great and inspiring feedback on the other sites where I've already posted this story. The ideas I've gotten from readers have often made their way into the story, so please don't hesitate to share yours! I'm finding that adapting Twilight the Jane Austen's time is a great challenge. There are some things that I've had to change to make allowences for the difference, but for the most part, I'm trying to stick to Twilights plot as tightly as possible. I do not own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. I do not actually believe I am Jane Austen, nor do I wish to infringe on her works with my quotes and references. All of the chapter quotes belong to Jane Austen. All of the characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infrigment intended.

5. Posts & Preconceived Notions

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"She is a most amiable girl; such a superior understanding! How fond all the family are of her; she is evidently the general favourite; and how much she must be admired in a place such as this. Is not she?" James (hehehe) talking about Isabella (hahaha) in NORTHANGER ABBEY by Jane Austen


Posts and Preconceived Notions


"My Dearest Aunt,

It has been over a fortnight since I left you and I cannot believe so much time has passed! I hope this letter finds you well, that your journey into ----shire was pleasant and uneventful, and that my Uncle's brother with his wife and children are all in good health. I know that it must be many months before we see each other again, and I don't wish to make either of us miserable by admitting to you that I miss you very much, but I do Aunt, I miss you most dreadfully. I take comfort in that we are both among those who love us, it makes the parting almost bearable.

I have met many pleasant people among my Father's acquaintances. The society is limited, but it does not follow that it is unvarying or tiresome as, I admit only to you Aunt, I expected. I have visitors almost every day, so much so, that I have not had much occasion yet to return the many visits I have recieved. I hope to do so in the coming days. There are several young ladies in whom I believe I shall establish intimate and lasting friendships. I feel very welcome here.

I am sitting in my room at this moment, and in looking out of my window, I can observe the passing of people on the road. There is a small pasture beside it where my horse grazes. I smile as I imagine your surprise at hearing this news, but it is true, I have a horse of my own; a gift from my father upon my homecoming. It is a kind and gentle creature whom I call Darcy. I ride him nearly every day, for exercise, and to become better acquainted with the roads and countryside. I do not worry about losing my way, as I always did with Uncle's horse. (You must recall the ride I took into the east wood call upon Miss Stein? Such fear I hope never to experience again! Though in looking back I can now find it amusing. Almost.) Darcy knows the landscape, I believe, better than anyone. Two times already I have lost my direction, and in both instances I allowed the horse to find the way and he did so without hesitation. It may sound silly to you, but Darcy and I have developed an understanding between us. I am very fond of him.

On the whole, but for longing your company, I am very happy in my situation here. I believe my Father is pleased to have me with him again. Please write to me soon and tell me how you are. I live in daily anticipation of news from you.

Father sends his affection and best wishes. I send my love.

Your affectionate niece


Isabella read through the letter once more and then sealed it. She considered giving it to Hannah to be posted, but seeing as the weather was fine, she decided to take it herself. She would call on the Miss Weber along the way. It was past time to repay the visit.

She thought back to the morning of the day after the dinner at the Stanley's. She had never received so many visitors at one time in all her life.

She had not slept well. She could not get used to the sounds of her new residence. The constant rustle of the tree outside her window, the patter of rain on the roof, and the wind and it whistled through the eves. Even if the noises of the night were enough to keep her awake, they were nothing next to the turmoil that was going on in her head. Thoughts of the Cullen family, Miss Stanley's explanation for them, and Mr. Edward Cullen's behavior toward her at dinner could not be ignored. She did not expect to be loved by everyone, she did not require the same attentions paid to her by the mysterious gentleman as she had enjoyed from Mr. Newton, Mr. Crowley, and many of the young ladies she had met, but she did not like being slighted, and felt she deserved in the very least, the manners, even if minimal, that common courtesy required. She was angry that this young man would offer no explanation for his apparent disdain for her. She was, more than anything, angry at herself for letting this one man's bad behavior, cloud her memories of what otherwise would have been a very agreeable evening.

So it was that she awoke the next morning, still very tired and with a hint of a headache. She met her father in the hall before the breakfast chamber and he offered her his arm and led her to her chair.

"How did you enjoy your evening?" He asked, "I believe you made several new acquaintances."

Isabella agreed that she had, and that her evening had been very pleasant. Then, she decided there was no other way to staid her curiosity, and so she decided to ask.

"Are you very well acquainted with the Cullen family? The family of the gentleman I sat next to at the table?"

"I am not very well acquainted with the younger siblings, but their brother, Mr. Carlisle Cullen, is a very fine man. I have high regard for him."

"They didn't appear... that is, Miss Stanley seemed to find their situation as perhaps lacking in propriety. I thought... What do you know of it?" Isabella felt herself blushing and became confused in trying to deliver her next inquiry. She had merely wanted confirmation of the story Miss Stanley had told her , but now that she was in her father's presence, she found herself wishing to know his opinions on the matter as well.

Her father shook his head and seemed angry. "As I have said, Mr. Cullen is a fine man. He had no obligation to take in all of those young relatives and claim responsibility for them. He did it out of honor, and instead of disregarding the generous nature of his actions, I wish that society would grant him the respect and credit he deserves. Had they grown up among us, were that people were used to seeing them among us, or worse, were they poor and plain, they would not be so harshly judged by our society, but because they are new, well mannered, handsome and wealthy, people are far too eager to find fault with them. I know that you have sense enough not to be led astray by idle gossip and ignorant opinions. I'm sure you will grant them the credit they deserve of allowing your estimation of them to be determined by their behavior and manners to yourself alone, and not by the measure of others."

"Yes Father." She had never heard him make such a long speech, and it humbled her. He was absolutely right, she must not be persuaded by idle gossip. Though, in remembering Mr. Edward Cullen's behavior, she suspected the gossip was not entirely idle.

"Would you mind telling me what you know of their situation? I trust you are a reliable source for the information?" She said it teasingly, and was please when her father's frown was replaced by a smile.

"I should hope so." He chuckled before making clear, the situation of the family living in the Mason House.

Mr. Carlisle Cullen was the only child to his father's first wife, who died giving birth to him. Many years later, his father remarried and his next wife had three children of her own. Mr. Emmett Cullen, Miss Alice Cullen, and Mr. Edward Cullen are Mr. Carlisle Cullen's half siblings you see. Their father and mother died when Mr. Cullen was a man of three and twenty. His young siblings, having no other relative in a position to take them in, relied on his kindness in providing for them. It was a very kind gesture, one that he should be respected, instead of censured, for."

"What of the other two young people with them? Mr. Whitlock and Miss Hale?"

"Miss Hale is a cousin of Mrs. Cullen, and Mr. Whitlock is a good friend of Mr. Emmett Cullen. It is my understanding that Mr. Whitlock will be visiting until the Spring, and there is no time yet determined for the conclusion of Miss Hale's visit. I hope, though, that they feel welcome to stay among our society for as long as they wish."

In this light, it did not seem an odd situation at all. Isabella felt a twinge of regret and was a little ashamed for so readily agreeing with Miss Stanley's assessment of the family. From this perspective, there seemed to be nothing wrong.

Since the dinner at the Stanley's nearly a fortnight ago she had been called on by nearly all of her Father's acquaintances, and therefore, almost the entire town. Mrs. Newton had been first, calling on her that morning, as promised, by her son who accompanied her. Mr. Newton had been all politeness and attentiveness, and his mother had been very charming indeed.

The two visitors had been barely seated, and her Father called from his study to help her receive them, when the two Miss Stanley's also arrived to thank her for attending their "humble gathering." The eldest Miss Stanley left little to do by way of entertaining the guests, as she kept the conversation flowing easily and calling attention often to whatever seemed to have Mr. Newton's attention at the time.

"Mr. Newton is admiring your view I believe, Miss Swan. I have always said the Rainier House is situated very picturesquely from the road." or "I believe Mr. Newton is fond of your horse, Miss Swan." or "Why Mr. Newton, how thoughtful of you to build up the fire! I believe Miss Swan was getting chilled."

Isabella spent much of the morning trying to determine Miss Stanley's agenda as it applied to Mr. Newton and herself. He seemed to be the sole object of Miss Stanley's attention, though there was little affection apparent on Mr. Newton's side. Her first notion, that perhaps they were engaged, was soon put to rest as she observed Mr. Newton's indifferent attitude toward the young lady. Though she had suspicions that it was not for lack of trying on the part of Miss Stanley.

An hour passed before the first visitors departed. Not ten minutes passed before Mrs. Cope was announced and led into the room in the company of Mr. Tyler Crowley and his mother. Miss Weber came next, and Isabella was sorry that she came in the midst of all of the rest of her visitors. She had wanted some time to get to know Miss Weber quietly, she felt as though they would be good friends.

By the end of the first afternoon she was very tired indeed, and her head ached painfully. In the days that followed, she had many more visits. In the weeks that followed, she was invited to many more gatherings. She was eager to find out more about the Cullen family, and anxious to be in Mr. Edward Cullen's company again so that she could determine whether or not his manners on their first encounter had anything at all to do with her, or if it was just his natural and unpleasant manner.

She always entered a room apprehensively, nervous but determined to unravel the mystery of his dark looks and cold demeanor at the Stanley's dinner. Always there was a flutter in her stomach, and a flush on her cheek as she searched the room for him. Never was he present. It was silly, she told herself, to think that his continued absence had anything whatever to do with her.

She could not help it.

Isabella refused to admit to herself, as she watched the groom saddling Darcy for her ride to Miss Weber's, that she had a third reason for going out that afternoon. Her letter to her Aunt needed posted, it was true. It was also high time she returned Miss Weber's call. The fact that in directing her to the Weber's home, her father happened to mention that it was directly to the west of Manor House, which couldn't be missed as you had to go directly past it on the road... No, indeed, the fact that she would have to pass directly in front of the Cullen's residence had nothing, whatsoever, to do with it.