An: This story will be a reading the books fanfiction. It will be set pre-Twilight.

Disclaimer: I'm a poor college student not a rich mother.

Blah = books

Blah = my writing

Blah= thoughts Edward hears

Fathers at Twilight


Charlie Swan woke on a misty Sunday morning intending to visit his best friend Billy Black and collect his old 1960's Chevy Pick-up. He walked into the kitchen intending to fry himself a couple of eggs when he saw a stack of five books sitting on his kitchen table. Charlie immediately went into Police Chief Mode thinking that someone had illegally entered his home, but it was still locked up like he left it the night before, so he returned to the kitchen to look over the books. Upon closer inspection there was a note sitting atop the stack of books…


I need you to get together a couple of people to read these books. If you find any resistance simply say you will find out more on the Cullens if you come. Now you are most likely wondering why you and the others need to read these books…well these books are about your children… they're also from the future. I know you are having a hard time accepting this so if you want to make sure, feel free to check the publishing date on the books…

Charlie being a man whose faith stopped at his favorite fishing hole picked up the first book and looked for the publishing date which to his surprise was October 2005. Now a firm believer he returned to the letter…

Believe me now, huh. Here is your list of people to gather. Tell them to meet you at you house. If you're wondering why just imagine your house is Switzerland.

Edward Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Billy Black

Quill Ateara Sr.

Harry Clearwater

Good luck, Charlie. Make sure you read the books in order: Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, The Short 2nd Life of Bree Tanner, Breaking Dawn.



P.S. There is one thing between you all that is the same, and no, it is not that you are all male.

With a huff Charlie picked up the phone deciding to start at the top of the list…

"Cullen residence Esme speaking," Came a soft, bell-like voice.

"Hello Mrs. Cullen this is Charlie Swan. I was wondering if Dr. Cullen and your son Edward are home."

"Yes, they are in at the moment. Is there any trouble?" She questioned with worry coloring her voice.

"No, none at all I'm sorry if I lead you to believe such. I just need to discuss something with them."

"Oh, well Carlisle's right here."

"Hello," Answered a rich calming baritone.

"Dr. Cullen I know this might sound …odd, but I need you and your son Edward to come to my house to read a selection of books," Charlie, hearing a pause without response, continued, "You see I received them this morning explaining that they would be about our children and they are from the future."

"We'll be right over Charlie, but will there be anyone else reading with us?"

"Three other men from La Push: Billy Black, Old Quil Ateara, and Harry Clearwater."

"Alright Charlie we should be over shortly. Good Bye."


Well that was easier than I thought it was going to be, Charlie thought to himself. He then decided to call Billy figuring he could gather the others.

"Hey Charlie, did you call about the game?" Billy's mystical voice questioned over the line.

"Uh…no. Billy I need you, Old Quil, and Harry to come over to my place to read some books with Dr. Cullen and his son Edward," Charlie explained cautiously knowing how the Quileute Elders felt about the Cullens.

"…Why?" Billy questioned not wanting to upset Charlie after they had just gotten over a fight involving the Cullens.

"It is about our children's future," Charlie responded, but realizing it wasn't going to be enough he added, "You'll find out more about the Cullens if you come."

"Alright Charlie I'll get the others and we will head over to your house. See ya in about 15 minutes."


A knock at the door sounded through the house.

"Hello, Carlisle, Edward," Charlie greeted awkwardly as he walked them in to the living room. Carlisle and Edward took a seat and waited the silence continuing. "Billy Black and the others should be here soon," Charlie stated just as there was another knock at the door announcing the Quileute Elders' arrival.

"Before we start I think I should pass round the letter for everyone to read," Charlie said as he handed the letter to Billy who was sitting closest to him.

"JEB…Jacob Ephraim Black, but how could he get us these books and I have no idea who RCCB is," Billy stated calmly.

"Maybe it's a coincidence," Harry suggested.

"No disrespect sir, but given the nature of the books and the fact that Mr. Black himself was requested to be here it is extremely unlikely that it is a coincidence," Edward acknowledged respectfully, "Though I have no idea what we have in common besides being male."

"I think that they best way to discover more is to read the books that have been gifted to us," Old Quil said sagely.

Charlie picked up the book and began reading.


I'd never given much thought to how I would die - though I'd had reason enough in the last few months - but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.

I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me.

At this the Quileute Elders gave a knowing look to each other. Meanwhile Carlisle and Edward were sharing a silent conversation.

"A vampire obviously, but what would trigger this hunter to play with his food?" Carlisle wondered.

Edward simply shrugged.

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.

Nods of agreement went throughout the group.

I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing death now. But, terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me.

So far all the preface had done was affirm the Quileute Elders' opinion on vampires. It also made Carlisle and Edward cringe at the cruelty that their fellow vampire could show towards the beings that they had once resembled. And poor Charlie was left confused and wondering who this psycho was and if there was a way to protect his daughter. He now knew whose child was going to be narrating the book; all the other children of the men in the room had been in Forks for a very long time.

The only exception was his Bella.

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