Edward… Edward… Where have I heard that name before? Peter asked himself, pacing back in forth in his study. He was deciding upon whether or not he should go to the ball that night. His only reason would be to see her. He couldn’t get the image of Veronica out of his mind. She was so beautiful. Her long brown hair, her mesmerizing eyes, and a smile as bright as the sun. Just the thought of her warmed his heart, but she belonged to someone else, another man. Edward. He picked up a book and threw it at the door in frustration, then it hit him.
“Let the town burn! All of it!” Edward cried aloud. It was 17th century New England and there was a small town. Edward was beginning to understand the new life that he had been accustomed to. He had only been a vampire for ten years, but no one tried to stop him. He had followers from many different European countries, but only Russell and Finn were the two he had trusted the most. It was the hype of the Salem Witch Trials, and of course, Edward was wrapped up in burning girls who were thought to be witches. He didn’t want to leave any stragglers behind, even it meant killing them with his bare hands. Edward had started the European clan. In fact, he was the leader. For those who fought against him, he killed. He didn’t care about the humans who suffered under his wrath.
Finally after the fire had died down, the entire town was left in ashes. Far off in the distance, Edward saw a group approach he and his men. “Who are you and what is your purpose here?” A man called out towards Edward. They were just twenty feet away from each other. “I am Edward. I came to survey the lands here in search of a new home in this fine country.” Edward replied. Before him stood a man of a royal stature, but he wasn’t going to back down. He was going to put up a fight if he had to. “Who are you stranger?” he asked.
“Peter. You are not welcome here.” Peter answered the blond haired man.
“I can walk anywhere I please. It’s not like you own the lands.” Edward scoffed.
Peter knew that Edward wasn’t going to leave until he got what he wanted, but he wasn’t going to let Edward push him around. He challenged the man to a fight. Edward agreed and soon enough, the ground they had stood on became a battlefield. Blood splattered and bodies lay on the ground to show how many casualties each side had lost. The ones who remained were Peter, Edward, Russell, and Finn. “This proves that I am the stronger man here.” Edward smirked.
“This is my land and if I must say it again, leave and never come back. In time, we will soon meet again and we’re going to finish what we started.” Peter said, looking Edward directly in the eye. Edward, like a coward, backed down and knew that this country wasn’t his rightful home. And so, he and his followers fled to Europe. Peter never saw Edward again after losing the battle.
End of flashback…
Peter had to warn Veronica about Edward and what his true intentions were. Immediately he left the room and quickly went to the location where the ball was being held that night. He saw that everyone was inside, but there were still guards standing outside the entrance. The guards stopped him from entering. Veronica saw Peter standing outside, then approached the guards.
"He's with me." she immediately said. The guards stepped aside as Peter entered, thanking Veronica. They walked down a long corridor, away from the peering eyes of the guests. "I'm surprised you came tonight." She looked at him as they reached the end of the corridor and stepped out onto the terrace.
It was a beautiful night. The moon was high in the sky and everything around them was calm. “I wanted to see you.” Peter said. He wanted to get right to the point about Edward, but he didn’t want to ruin this moment with her. He was afraid that this would be the last time the two would ever see each other again. Veronica knew that something was wrong and Peter hinted at it very clearly. “What’s going on?” she asked him, immediately getting to the point. As much as she wanted to extend her time with Peter, she had a feeling that Peter didn’t go to the ball tonight only to see her. “I know you might not want to believe the words that are coming out of my mouth, but you have to leave England as soon as possible.” he said.
“Why?” she asked.
“It’s Edward.” he replied. “Look, before you jump to conclusions, Edward is a bad man. Two centuries ago, I met him when he came to America. He didn’t come looking to settle on our land with a peace offering. His only offering was war and the look in his eyes sure showed his true intentions.”
Veronica was a bit shocked to hear that Peter and Edward knew each other, but Edward had never told her about his back story. “Peter, I know about the war. Edward mustn’t find out that you’re here. He’ll kill you.” she said. With that being said, Peter nodded and left without a moment to waste. He was all ready gone when Edward walked out onto the terrace as Veronica approached the entrance. “Hello darling.” he smiled, greeting her with a kiss on the lips. “Let’s go for a walk before going home.” She nodded and followed him, then they began their stroll down the dirt path towards the direction of the castle.
“I want to ask you something.” she said, stopping in mid-step. Edward stopped walking and turned to face her, only standing a few feet away. “What is it?” he asked. Veronica gently bit her lip, unsure of how to phrase her question. “You never talked to me about your past and how you came to be the man that you are.” she told him. “I would like to know about your past, if you don’t mind telling me.” Edward was anxious to get home, but they had a long way back to the castle. He didn’t mind telling her a story about his former life.
"Well it all started in 1612, I had five siblings. Three died under the age of ten, so my younger sister and I were the only ones left. I was fifteen when our father came in with some news..."
"We are leaving London." Edward's father, Alexander was getting tired of living in the city. He wanted to move his family to the country side, where he was raised. "Father, I don't want to leave my friends." Elizabeth complained. Edward rolled his eyes while their father explained to Elizabeth the full reason why they were moving to London. Since their mother had died after giving birth to the fifth child, nothing had been the same since.
Edward was fifteen and his sister, twelve. "You'll make some new friends in the country Elizabeth." Alexander reassured his daughter. Edward helped put the last of the bags in the carriage and patiently waited outside the house.
Edward didn't complain about leaving the family and moving to the country side. For some reason, the thought of being in the country made him feel more alive. He enjoyed the outdoors more than the indoors. He was just like his father, the same blond hair and blue eyes. They both had the same charm and quick wit to seduce all the women, but still get out of trouble. Finally after their long travels, they arrived in the small town where their father had been raised. Everyone knew each other, since they were all family. No one was a stranger.
For thirteen years, Edward and his family lived in that small town but he decided that it was best to go venture off outside. Edward took a horse out of town and came across another where dead bodies lay before him. Blood was splattered everywhere and it was a horrible sight, but seeing the image before him didn't faze him a single bit. He got off his horse, walking closer and closer towards the bodies. He crouched down beside one of them, seeing bite marks. These couldn’t have been- “Human like, aren’t they?” A woman’s voice came out of the blue, behind him.
Edward stood up and faced the woman. This woman was beautiful and looked much younger than him. “I’m Catherine, and you are…?” Catherine had beautiful long brown hair, but she had fair skin. Edward couldn’t even bare to say his name, for he was blessed with the presence of her beauty. “Edward.” he said, finally managing to say his name after a few minutes. Catherine smiled and said, “It is a pleasure to meet you. Such a ghastly sight, isn’t it?” She looked over Edward’s shoulder as he turned his head, looking at the bodies.
Before he could answer her, Catherine sank her teeth into his neck as he let out a scream. They were miles away from the nearest town and no one could hear his screams. When night had fallen, Edward awoke with a burning sensation in his throat. He was in a bed and saw Catherine beside him. Startled, he quickly got out of bed and shortly realized that he was stripped of his clothing. He silently got dressed and was almost to the door when Catherine blocked him. “You aren’t leaving.” she hissed, showing her fangs.
“But my family-”
“You’ve been gone for hours. You must stay here with me. It’s safer here in the castle.” she interrupted.
“How did I get here?”
“You must be thirsty I bet. There are a lot of young girls waiting at your hand and foot for you to get a taste of their blood. They would die for their king.”
“King? I am no king. I am but a mere peasant.”
“Not anymore. You’ve been stripped of your last name and any memory you have of your family. You’re new family starts with me, your Queen.”
"What happened to her?" Veronica asked Edward when they finally reached her room. Before Edward could say another word, Russell approached them. "M'lord, word has gotten out that Lady Veronica was seen with a man on the terrance at the ball earlier this evening." he said. Edward and Veronica exchanged glances. Veronica saw the look in Edward's eyes knowing full well what would happen next.
Edward gave a slight nod and said, "Thank you Russell. You have served me well. Round up the others and send out a search party for this...man." The last sentence, he looked Veronica in the eyes and she saw that they were cold. Russell nodded and quickly left. "My love, I will have to leave you tonight and help search for the man you have acquainted yourself with. Peter is his name I presume?"
Before Veronica could say another word, Edward left. She entered her bedroom, slamming the door and threw herself onto the bed. Tears fell onto her pillow as the make-up stained the cloth, but she didn't care. The war between Edward and Peter, it was never going to be over.