Chapter 1
Eddie "the outcast, the fairy, the drug dealer" Munson, was a boy born to a broken marriage between a druggie Chicago woman and an alcoholic Englishman father. He spent the first half of his life with his parents, in Birmingham, and once he turned 8, he lived with his uncle from his mother's side, in Chicago. Wayne Munson was a hard working man, with the kindest heart Eddie has ever seen in another human. And he meant the world to Eddie. But things, as they usually do around Eddie, went to shit for Wayne, in quite the catastrophic line of events.
You see, Eddie "The Outcast" Munson was the school freak. None of the cliques wanted him, no one in the school cared about him. At least, that was true until the Cullens appeared. They were mystical, curious and so very beautiful, beyond anyone else around their town. And yet, they looked straight at Eddie Munson, alone and eating in peace with a pair of walkman earphones in his ears blasting the latest of metal hits, and they sat down with him. Because Alice had seen him in their lives. She had seen him be their soul brother, their confidant, and their closest thing to a platonic soulmate they will ever see. And as time passed, they all got to love him.
Some, admittedly, more than others.
Rosalie adored him because he screamed safety, and always made sure she was comfortable with him and everything he does. He let her vent to him and he let her speak about children and that perfect human life. They even talked once, when everyone else had been gone on a hunt, how they would've been friends had they lived in the same time, how he'd marry her if they both hit 25 and had no one. They spoke of blonde children with wild blonde curls and deep onyx eyes, wide and dimpled smiles with perfect, straight teeth, and how they would all be girls, one with his taste in dress and her mother's in music while the other is the opposite.
They were platonic soulmates, and Emmett himself saw it, and he respected it to the highest degree.
Emmett and Eddie were monsters together. Childish chaos and wild , untamable need to be a menace, the two of them got along like a house on fire. True soul siblings with all the implied chaos, is them. Since the moment they met in chemistry class and blew shit up, they shook their hands and sealed their mutual eternities in a pact of chaos and disorder. And yet the others couldn't help but be amused with their shenanigans.
The same could not be said for Jasper and Eddie.
The relationship between them was much, much different. They were soul siblings, yes, but their vibe was all stillwater and soft tunes of an electric guitar strumming. They thrived in Eddie's room, where the metalhead could be found on the floor, leaning on the bed, strumming his electric guitar in random chords and the vampire war vet would lay on the fluffy bed and slowly read his history books. They were on their down time, either doing that, or Eddie would read to Jasper the newest DnD campaign he'd written out, and he'd act it out for the war vet, to either distract him from a horrible day, or just to get him to focus on Eddie's own emotions and movements over those of ( the overly emotional and abominably stupid) Edward. They were each other's safe space, balance and calm. A piece of peace that walked on two legs.
Eddie and Alice were similar yet different.
Alice hated the way Eddie looked, deeming it too dark and gloomy and out of fashion, but for all she hated it, she knew it meant the world to Eddie, so she'd never change it. She shops with him often, buys him accessories she knows he'd wear, and always tries to get something a little more modern to at least "get him with the times" and our of the 80's. They also spend long hours together creating art in the attic of their house. Eddie is a pillar for Alice to lean on, and she finds strength from Eddie while he finds an eternal friend and confidant in her.
Eddie's relationship with Edward, on the other hand, was practically nonexistent. Edward disliked Eddie's preference for men. He hated Eddie's appearance, he hated the music he listened to, he couldn't stand the sound of Eddie's guitar, and even less the sound of Eddie's laughter. So Edward took it upon himself to put Eddie down every chance he gets, not that he ever succeeds. Eddie dislikes how close minded Edward is, his taste in music (the classics, specifically Debussy, because what the fuck, honestly? like yes, it's fucking music, but not actual fucking music, you understand?), and honestly, there's way too many things Eddie would say he hated about Edward, but none of them amounted even the tiniest bit to his "I'M DAMNED, WOE IS ME" bullshit.
Yeah. Safe to say Eddie couldn't care less about Edward.
Esme, however was a different case.
Eddie came to understand motherly love, in his childhood, as the occasional nice smile, or a firm hit to the back of his head for doing something she deemed he shouldn't. It was silver cross necklaces and gaunt face, black eye bags, and sunken eyes, thinning hair, and needle scarred arms. It was the obsessive forced praying, the begging for forgiveness, and the tears in her eyes at seeing him changing, too skinny and frail (like her), because she spent her entire paycheck on drugs over buying food for her family. Seeing a different kind of mother in Esme brought both striking sadness and grief, as well as bone rattling, heart wrenching relief. Because Esme was warmth, she was all heart of gold, her soul bright as the sun itself, and if a God existed in this world of monsters he was now a part of, Esme was destined to become one of his best angels upon her final passing, of that Eddie was sure. She cooked with him because she knew cooking calmed him down and because she herself loved it. She taught him about interior and exterior design and they spoke for endless hours about this and that and different ways to do it. It was a beautiful, if new, bond. But one that was worth a hell of a lot more than the one he used to have, of that, Eddie was sure.
Now Carlisle and Eddie were... complicated.
Eddie's relationship with his father was a trainwreck. His father was an Englishman who thought the sun shines out the Queen's ass, and he was a firm believer in God, but outside of that, he was an abusive alcoholic who took out his rage on his "girly looking son" and his "cunt of a wife". Then, once Eddie was taken to Wayne, he had an overworked, everloving man that Eddie never seemed to see the end of love and care of. Wayne was the father Eddie's soul needed. The father his heart cried for, and the father he had never been deserving of. He was the reason Wayne was dead. The reason he was beaten to death just a week before Eddie himself had been. And Carlisle tried at first, to selfishly step into Wayne's shoes, and he failed. He couldn't hold a candle to the type of person Wayne had been. One of a kind with a heart that could melt steel, and a hug that could cure all of Eddie's pain and all of his worries. He'd had kind eyes, onyx and warm, but hard. The eyes of a man who'd seen hardship in life but prevailed and still showed kindness to the world around him.
Don't get Eddie wrong, Carlisle was a compassionate man. A good man. But he wasn't a good person. Simple as that. Carlisle pushed his moral compass on his children, pushed his beliefs on his family, shunned them whenever they failed to control the worst urge the vampire has. The urge, need, for blood. He condemns those who drink the blood of humans, though not out loud often, it is known that he dislikes the diet. Another thing that pulls Eddie away from Carlisle is his incessant favoritism of Edward and Alice. Though Eddie likes Alice, he hates the coven's over reliance on her gift of precognition. She has been wrong before, many a time, which she herself had admitted. The blindspot to her gift was too easily found and taken advantage of. And yet Carlisle wouldn't hear it, listening to Alice's visions and following them like they were a self fulfilling prophecy and he it's subject set on seeing it through.
Eddie believed Carlisle was a fool. A blind man desperate for a life he couldn't have, set so firmly in his belief they were damned, but fearing damnation even more for it. The man was too reliant, too easy to submit to Edward in most situations that, when it comes down to it, Edward looks more like the leader to their coven then Carlisle does. It was a truth, a cold one, but still a truth.
All in all, after Eddie's death and subsequent turning, he clung to himself as strongly as he could and went into vampirism with all his memories barring the faces and names of the ones who bullied and killed him. He remembered the events, but not the people.
And in his new life, he had a gift. The ability to charm and control someone with either his eyes or his voice. They called it charmspeak and compulsion. He'd have to speak a certain word or phrase before he charmed someone, but compulsion is something that happens whenever he wills it, when he stares into your eyes.
Charmspeak was the weaker ability, but it held out longer than compulsion, while compulsion was an ability that could cement a belief into someone, but if it's another vampire, it had a time limit.
Other than his gift, another thing to note about Eddie was his loneliness. He wasn't quiet, he was theatrical and loud and he loved to be wild more than anything, but he was lonely. He wanted someone to love. He wanted to be loved by someone. And he'd searched high and low, but couldn't find his one no matter how far he looked, so with the belief they weren't yet alive, he'd returned to the coven saddened.
[He never looked within the walls of Volturi Castle, where Romero Volturi stood with his younger two siblings, cold red eyes glaring at the roof with contempt. His beloved would have to wait for a little bit longer. ]
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