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"I am Anthony Mason, Edward Anthony Mason Cullen for that matter, and those books are not only stories, not fiction nor fantasy, they are my journals, my life and all of my horrid mistakes."-Bound Edward Cullen is a world renowned author of the famous Dusk series. His haunting stories tell the tale of Anthony Mason, a young boy living in Chicago in the early nineteen hundreds, who is turned into a vampire while dying of the Spanish Influenza.In reality his books retell his life story.Edward thinks has hidden his, and his family's, secrets well until one girl finds the connection between author and character and turns his life upside down.

Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer and do not therefore the owner of any of her characters. I do not own the rights to People oe Teen Vogue Magazine either.

3. Nerves

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It was my cell phone that woke me. Its usual electronic hum interrupted by the cackle of energy that cued the ring. In a dazed state I withdrew the sleek rectangle of silver from the breast pocket of my jacket and flipped it open.

“Edward?” It took a moment for me to recognize the voice on the other end of the line as Esme. I was confused by the concern that edged her voice.

“Edward, is everything all right?”

Unsure how to answer I greeted her, “Yes, I am sorry. Hello Esme.”

“Oh, thank havens! I was so concerned since Alice…” I panicked. I should have known, Alice would have seen the interview coming. My mind reeled, trying to find some way to respond.

“Esme, I would like you to send my deepest apologies to the whole family. I should have asked you before I said yes; I understand if the rest of the family is unwilling to attend…” I rushed the words.

“What are you talking about dear? I only wanted to check on you because according to Alice our futures have vanished.”

I balked. This had never happened before, and surely could not be a good sign.

“I am on my way home now Esme.” I flipped the phone shut, feeling a slight regret about covering the truth from my mother.

I ran to my car, ghosting across the empty lot.

The drive home lasted both a moment and infinity in itself. Concern for Alice, my sister in the truest sense, made me even more anxious to get home. I knew I was being silly, she was in good hands. It was my apparently unexpected announcement that made the thought of staying in the book store, back in Port Angles, appealing.

Snow was gently beginning to fall as I came to a stop at the end of our houses ridiculously long drive.

The mansion looked vacant to the normal eye. Its dark windows and smokeless chimney made it look inhabited. We often forgot to turn on lights and heat in the house, having no need for the usual necessities when they were not required for show.

I could here restless movements and whispered voices from within. Scrambled thoughts of worry and anger and an unusual silence.

I noticed at once that Esme had been correct. Alice’s mind which was most often a disarray of thoughts and visions pulled from many different possibilities and futures was quiet except for her own voice.

“Hello,” I said walking into the dinning room where the family had gathered, “How is everything?”

“I’m still not getting anything, but I’m sure it will all be back to normal soon,” said Alice. I didn’t know how she still managed to sound so sure of herself without the visions. “It’s just a somewhat unexpected inconvenience,” she said massaging her temples for emphasis, “I think, Edward, that you should tell everyone your news, that’s when my powers decided to skip out.”

I gave a furious glance, of course that would have been the last thing she saw.

Pinching the bridge of my nose I started, “People Magazine is coming here for an interview tomorrow, with all of us. I’m sorry, I didn’t realise it would be at our house or that all of you would be interviewed, I agreed before I got to that. Arleen just promisesed…” I was interrupted suddenly by a clock that Rosalie had decided to throw at my head.

“You invited humans over to our house?!” she squealed, “Only you could do such an idiotic thing Edward. Do you realise…”

“Please Rosalie,” Carlisle cut her off, “Edward didn’t do this on purpose, let him finish and we will figure the whole situation out.”

“But he’s a god damn mind reader how could ne not have known?!” Carlisle looked at her evenly before nodding for me to continue.

“As I was saying, Arleen promised that this would be the last interview I will have to do. I would really appreciate your help with this but if you prefer not to I understand, I realise the risk it puts all of you at. I finished unable to look my family in the eyes.

* * *

I paced the hall in front of the front door nervously. The People crew would be here any minute to start getting set up. My family watched from the staircase, even Rosalie had been convinced to stay and help put up our façade.

“Shouldn’t the scary red-head be here by now?” asked Emmet, earning a jab in the ribs from Alice. I had realised this too.

“Yes she should,” I said pulling out my phone to see if I had some how missed a message, although it was very unlikely. It rang as I grabbed it. “Speak of the devil,” I said under my breath.

“Hello?” I answered the phone only to wrench it away from my ear when I was greeted by static.

“Edward, are you there?” Arleen yelled.

“Yes I am here Arleen, where are you?”

“Edward, are you there? I cant here anything!” She huffed angrily, “If you can here me listen up. I can’t get over to your house in time for the beginning of the interview because the snow storm that just decided to hit. Don’t worry though because the news said it is going to pass by midday. I’ll be over as soon as I can so don’t screw up without me, I expect you to be on good behaviour. I’ll see you when I can, Kiddo, chow.” The static connection ended.

A huge smile broke out on my face as I ran to the living room and flipped on the news. The storm was coming from the north-east so it had not reached our house yet but it had hit town. If I had any luck the People crew would be staled by the storm like Arleen. I wish I had a better way of knowing but Alice’s visions were still down.

Apparently was not on my side though because I could here the sound of an unfamiliar vehicle turn into our drive.

Pinching my nose between my fingers, I returned to the hall to await my death sentence. I stood, silently at the front door waiting, not bothering to fill everyone it with the information I had gathered because I knew they had already heard.

Finally I heard an old motor sputter as the engine was turned off and a single set of feet made their way up the front steps, careful on the slippery ground.

I frowned as my family took their positions because I could not hear a single thought coming from the other side of the front door. Taking a deep breath I plastered a smile on my face and answered the nervous knock at the door.

I didn’t know whether to be shocked, in awe or start laughing.

A single young woman stood in our doorway, swathed in winter gear and clinging to the doorway to prevent herself from falling on the slick wood of the deck. She smiled warmly at me while look me in the eyes with her own brown orbs and said, “Some weather, huh?”

“Please come in,” I said, people skills kicking in, “let me take your coat.” She handed it to me thankfully.

“Hello, I’m Bella Swan and you must be the famous Edward Cullen,” she said sticking out her hand. I took this time to appraise her.

Bella seemed to be close to Carlisle’s age with a pale, clear completion and long deep brown hair. Her face was heart shaped; lips slightly too large and rich brown, expressive eyes. She was beautiful but I could not get a single thought out of her. This made me nervous because I would be unable to see her reactions to us.

“It’s lovely to meet you,” I said shaking her hand “We were expecting more people, did the rest of the crew get stuck in the snow storm like my publicist?”

“Yes, the rest of the crew is stuck at the hotel in town, waiting for the storm to pass. I grew up in the area so I’m used to this weather. HQ sent he ahead to get started, I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course, let’s head into the living room and you can meet my family.”

She seemed to notice the house for the first time, then, as her attention was pulled towards the walls and furnishings of our home. It unnerved me for some reason that she was able to take her eyes off of me. I was so accustom to the lingering eyes of women, and some men, on my body that I felt nervous when her attention was divided rather than the relief I would have expected. What was she thinking?

We came to the living room then; the glass wall provided a look to the greying sky above. My family sat at ease conversing between each other until I announced our arrival.

“I would like you to meet Bella Swan everyone,” I said, “she will be taking care of the interviews until the rest of the team gets here.”

Bella’s cheeks lit up, blood rising to the surface of her skin, as I introduced her to my family members. Her shoulders dropped ever so slightly as she seemed retract into me. “It’s nice to meet you all. You have a lovely home.” Bella said. I tried to lean back subtly away from her enchanting perfume. She should not be this close.

“I would like to start with a little one on one with Edward first if that’s ok and then we can move on to a whole family interview. If it becomes necessary we could also divide in to groups or have single interviews with the rest of you. We’ll play it by ear, sound good?” She said finding some courage.

The rest of the family gave their murmurs of consent.

“I think it would be best, Edward, if you and Miss. Swan started your interview in the living room,” said Esme,” it is nice and bright for you. The rest of us will go to our rooms and give you two some privacy.” She explained everything for Bella’s benefit.

I nodded.

“Let us know if you need anything, dear,” She said as my family trailed from the room.

I lead Bella towards the sofa and watched as she pulled a series of things from her messenger bag that she had kept at her side the entirety of her time in our house. She placed a small, black recorder in the middle of the coffee table that divided us before looking up at me with a pencil and notepad in hand then, with a smile she, said, “So Edward, tell me what its like to be a vampire.”