The Private Diary of Edward Anthony Cullen, Part 1

The Private Diary of Edward Anthony Cullen, Part 1 Fanfiction by PA Lassiter from Twilight: The Missing Pieces See more at: palassiter.wordpress.com Twilight Saga © Stephenie Meyer TABLE OF CONTENTS Author’s Intro MARCH, 2011 What I Know, The Spanish Flu, The Lost Cullen, The Other Woman (or Esme’s Lament) APRIL, 2011 My Baby Girl, My Mysterious Brother, My Generation, Young Talent, Bella’s Malady, Age and the Ages MAY, 2011 On My Own, Dream, Harry’s Secret, Schizophrenia, Jacob’s Fantasy #1, Jacob’s Fantasy #2, How Renesmee Saved Her Life, Jacob’s Memory #1 JUNE, 2011 Teaching Rosalie, Jacob’s Memory #2, LOVE, Jacob’s Memory #3 JULY, 2011 Jacob’s Memory #4, Charlie’s Second Chance, Jacob’s Memory #5, The Edwards Masen, Sex and the Modern Man (PG-13) AUGUST, 2011 Jacob’s Fantasy #3, Rosalie’s Dream, Our New Friend, Jacob’s Fantasy #4 SEPTEMBER, 2011 Teaching Fred, Naturists for a Day OCTOBER, 2011 Alec & Jane, Amun & Demetri NOVEMBER, 2011 Fred Goes Hunting, Gianna’s Demise, Alice Alone #1 (Jackson) The Private Diary of Edward Anthony Cullen, Part 1 INTRODUCTION [This file contains the first forty entries of Edward’s diary, while Part 2 contains the remaining thirty-four entries in a separate file.] Edward Cullen’s gift for reading minds provides him with a glut of information about those around him, some of it wanted, but most of it not. His sense of integrity prevents him from sharing others’ secrets, and so to relieve his mind, he took time in 2011 and 2012 to record them in this diary, along with many secrets of his own. The material in this diary seeks to fill in missing pieces of information about any and all the characters from The Twilight Saga. The entries came about in response to hints and holes I found in Stephenie Meyer’s four books that begged to be filled. Except for the first one, the stories are told in no particular date order. Note that this version of the Private Diary of EAC is intended for reading on an e-reader and so has had some non-compatible material removed. Captions from missing photographs remain in some cases to indicate where a picture might have been placed in a diary entry. In many cases, these photos are illustrative and add to the experience of reading the diary. You can access the original stories, complete with photos and media links, on my website Twilight: The Missing Pieces, located here. //palassiter.wordpress.com PA Lassiter 9/13/2013 N.B. This fan fiction is based on characters created by Stephenie Meyer in her Twilight Saga, copyright Stephenie Meyer. Any and all copyrights pertaining to original material herein is reserved to PA Lassiter. WHAT I KNOW Shakespeare's character, Sir John Falstaff—a notoriously vain, drunken, and cowardly knight—once said, "The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have sav'd my life." In his case, he's referring to the "bravery" of playing dead rather than actually dying by racing into battle, weapons drawn. That's all very well, but I wouldn't want him protecting my back. In my case, I'm referring to the discretion of keeping selected knowledge to oneself. Being discreet in this sense can also save one's life. I should know. I've saved mine many times by keeping my mouth shut around Rosalie. Discretion is a major tenet of my life as a vampire. Ever since Carlisle discovered that I could read minds—when he realized I was answering his thoughts as well as his spoken questions—and brought it to my attention, I have learned to practice discretion out of necessity. I am the unintended recipient of loads of information, mostly trivial stuff with little value that just clogs up my otherwise useful brain. I have to wade through it constantly, because it never goes away. (Someone like my father, or me, might wonder about the biology of all that storage. What science is at work to create unlimited "disk space" in a biological organism, i.e., vampires in general, and me in particular?) Despite the volume of useless information, my brain still has plenty of room to store less innocuous facts about folks that they wish I didn't know. For example, when Rosalie was human, her right foot was one whole size larger than her left. Imagine the horror! That paragon of beauty, queen of all she surveyed in her home town, had an actual physical deformity! She knew a few tricks for hiding that fact, such as never wearing open-toed shoes, and buying Size 7 shoes and stuffing the left one with newspaper (rather than buying a pair of identical Size 6's and wearing the correct size on each foot, something her father certainly could have afforded). You and I might think that Rosalie's former physical idiosyncrasy is a trivial fact, but to my sister, it's a dark, hideous secret. In such cases, it never pays to intentionally (or even unintentionally) reveal such information. Besides, being valorous—forthright, brave, and true—is a worthy ideal, one that is easier to uphold the more you practice keeping your mouth shut. So I do, mostly, keep my mouth shut, unless it's to my extreme advantage not to. Like when Jacob was trying to steal Bella from me. It drove him crazy that I could read his mind and speak his thoughts in front of Bella, so I often did. But as I said before, it never pays to do that. Jacob quickly learned how to use my abilities against me. Anyway, the whole point of this first entry in my diary is to explain—justify?—my intent to record here private information about other individuals that I have acquired through my special gift. Though I don't intend to share anything written here with anyone, I find that the writing itself helps clear the extraneous information out of the front of my mind and makes it easier to think about important things. In computer parlance, it moves them from the cache to archival storage. (I've been studying computers lately. Immortal beings must attempt to keep up with the times or they risk exposure simply by being too old-fashioned. Imagine how Carlisle would stick out if he never advanced beyond 17th-century medicine. He'd still be feeding leeches—instead of being one! Ha! A little vampire humor there.) So I started this private diary. I specify particularly that it is private, because I never intend for anyone but myself to see it. I shall keep it well-hidden and write only when I am alone. Edward To die is to be a counterfeit, for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man; but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have sav'd my life. -From Henry The Fourth, Part 1 Act 5, scene 4, 115-121 THE SPANISH INFLUENZA Contrary to what I said in my first diary entry, I do not write this bit of history (“his story”) to purge another's secret from the forefront of my mind, but because it was a horrifying experience that haunts me still. Though many details are lost to time and to my transformation, my feelings about it remain, despite what I told Bella. The Spanish Influenza pandemic was the most significant event of my human life. It was the worst scourge of infectious disease that the world has ever seen. Remember the Bubonic Plague, transmitted by rats in Europe in the 1300s? (Okay, me neither.) The Spanish Flu killed more people in one year than the plague killed in four. It was called “Spanish” because France, where the disease was raging, and the U.S., where the disease was first identified, were fighting World War I and were enforcing strict news censorship. Nobody wanted Germany to know that the flu was killing half of the Allied soldiers in the trenches. (Pssssstguess what? The Germans already knew, since their soldiers were hunkered down in trenches visible from the French side and the flu was killing them too!) Spain was a neutral country, so when it spread there, newspapers reported it, giving the impression that it started in Spain. Among the U.S. population as a whole, ten times more people died from the Spanish Flu than died in “The Great War.” Twenty-five percent of the population was infected. You get the idea—it was a killer. In fact, it was the war that made it so deadly. Soldiers in Europe lived in trenches in the worst mud, and rain, and cold you've ever seen. The sickest ones were shipped home or to hospitals, making contact with lots of people along the way. If I had lived long enough to enlist in the army, I probably would have died of the flu anyway! The epidemic first appeared in March, 1918, in a Kansas military camp out in the “the boondocks,” as we former mid-Westerners would say. Though it spread rapidly and killed soldiers all over the country, civilians were not forewarned. In the late fall, it moved into the general population like a time bomb. Army Hospital Ward for Spanish Flu Victims, Ft. Riley, Kansas, 1918 Two hundred thousand U.S. citizens died in the month of October.

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