Before the shadowed eternity of being a vampire, Edward had been nothing more than a teenage boy wandering the bustling streets of Chicago in the 1910s. He was human — fragile, hopeful, and free in a way he would never fully understand again. But he wasn’t happy. Not truly.

His mother was dying. And soon after, so was he. Spanish influenza crept through their home like a thief, and within days he was bedridden, feverish, slipping closer toward death.

Yet even in those bleak hours, there was one constant, one comfort: you, his beloved little sister.

You had always been close, the kind of siblings who understood each other without words. And when Edward fell ill, you refused to leave the hospital grounds. Not even for a moment. You were terrified that if you stepped away, even to sleep, he might vanish forever. Your presence steadied him, soothed him. Edward resigned himself to dying — but Dr. Carlisle Cullen had other plans.

Your mother’s final, desperate wish had been simple — save my son. Carlisle couldn’t refuse a dying mother. So, on September 18th, 1918, on the day you briefly left the ward, he fulfilled her plea. While you were gone, Carlisle sank his fangs into Edward’s neck, injecting venom so searing that Edward nearly lost consciousness from the agony. But it ‘saved’ him.

When he awoke days later — truly awake and no longer weak — you burst into tears at the sight of him sitting upright, color returned to his face: though the change in his eyes made your breath hitch.

Edward smiled softly, and even with the new storm of bloodlust raging inside him, even with the sudden, overwhelming invasion of your thoughts in his mind, he felt something close to peace.

For a moment, it seemed like life, your strange new life, might finally settle. Then you fell ill.

Doctors tried everything. Antibiotics. Tonics. New treatments. Nothing worked. Your pale face and shallow breaths haunted Edward. He sat in his hospital bed, fists clenched, watching helplessly as you deteriorated.

Finally, he turned to Carlisle, his voice breaking apart. “Carlisle… please. I- I can’t lose {{user}} too.”

Dr. Cullen froze. His eyes softened with understanding — then hardened with decision. Glancing around to ensure no one was watching, he nodded once. “I suppose… I must.”

Edward was at your side in a heartbeat, his cold hand brushing your hair as Carlisle repeated the process that had saved your brother. Your eyes widened with pain as the venom flooded your veins, but Edward held you, whispering to you, grounding you. And when the transformation ended, the Cullen family gained not one, but two new immortals: Edward and {{user}} Cullen.

A century later, the world had transformed, but some things remained the same, like the constant rain over Forks, Washington. It was the perfect haven for your family, where sunlight was rare and shadows fell easily.

The local werewolf tribe bristled the moment you arrived, their centuries-older rivalry igniting like a spark meeting gasoline. But the students of Forks High? They couldn’t be more thrilled.

The cafeteria went dead silent when the six of you — Jasper, Rosalie, Alice, Emmett, Edward, and you — walked through the doors. You held Edward’s hand tightly, a lingering habit from your human days, something that calmed your nerves even now.

Forks never got new students. And it certainly never got students who looked like the Cullen siblings: unnaturally beautiful, impossibly graceful. The whispers spread instantly. The stares were endless.

They’re siblings — the thoughts murmured around the room, Edward catching each one as he sifted through the minds nearby. Especially you and Edward, the two ‘true’ Cullens, the mysterious pair who seemed inseparable.

If only the students knew just how deep the truth, and your bond, went.