Author: OpheliacAngel PM
Ed is slipping away... he manages to lose his little brother and himself in the course of a week. This shows his metamorphosis from a human into a bloodthirsty creature. Takes place pre movie when Frankie turns Edward. Love this movie with a fiery passionRated: Fiction T - English - Family/Angst - Edward D. & Frankie D. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,634 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 01-31-11 - Published: 01-23-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6680248
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Chapter 1: Loss
Edward curled up on his couch and tried to get some sleep. He was exhausted by all that had happened the last few months. Nearly every person on the planet was a bloodsucking creature that hunted humans and whose greed consumed the good left out there. He closed his eyes but he only felt worse by being rewarded with a headache that just throbbed and throbbed. There were flashes of what had occurred last week, words he hoped to never hear spoken to him. The only family he had left in the world was corrupted. Corrupted and thirsty.
"Frankie? You realize what time it is. It's 3 o'clock in the morning."
"Yeah I know. I couldn't sleep."
"Everything okay? Nothing happened out there right?"
"No. Nothing happened."
"Then why are you calling?"
The longest pause he had ever experienced. And now looking back on it, it was for a reason. Frankie wasn't sure at the time how he would react.
"Ed…I did it."
"Sorry? Frankie what the hell are you talking about?"
"It was the only way to make it through alive out here. Everyone on the team's done it now."
"Frankie, what did you do?"
"I had Charlie turn me, Ed."
Edward let the phone slip out of his fingers. Everything was draining away, they had taken his Frankie away from him. His eyes grew wide and he had to grab onto the table to prevent himself from falling. Frankie…No…
"Ed? Ed, you still there?"
He picked the phone back up and regretted now what he had said.
"Don't call here again, Frankie."
He hung up and walked to the cabinet to drink some red wine to calm his nerves. He was shaking so badly, with rage and with hurt. Frankie had hurt him, in the worst possible way. He had promised him he wouldn't turn. And now it was over. It was done. There was no turning back from that. He threw the bottle at the wall and watched as the blood-like wine poured everywhere, soaking him and his shirt along with the floor and walls. He screamed and cried, sinking down to the floor. And with his head in his hands, he wept for what he had just lost.
To be continued…