Someone has something they'd like to say to you:
To Whom It May Concern,
I am a dying breed. My kind is on the verge of extinction and it’s not werewolves or shape-shifters killing us. It’s humans.
Once upon a time my world was full of magic but all of that has changed. Now my world is filled with CEOs, hockey players, horse racers, and numerous other men who are only shadows of what we are. True they often look like us. Maybe they have the same eye color or hair but that is usually the extent of the similarities. They do things we never would. They are unfaithful, callous, or addicted to drink or drugs. They know nothing of love as I have known it but most importantly they are not immortal. They do not know the night and the secrets it hides. They are not slaves to the moon or to a thirst that burns and can never truly be quenched.
Bella will tell you that it is the man in me she loves but I say it is the monster that has made me what I am. Without him I would be a corpse in the ground. Without him I would never have met her. Without him I would not have desired her so strongly, been so perplexed by her, and thereby come to know her and grow to love her as I did.
In the beginning that is the man you fell in love with. It was his journey, my journey that you couldn’t tear your eyes away from. You spent hours upon hours reading about my romance with Bella and all of the dangers we faced at every turn because of what I am. Maybe you wondered if I would kill her. Maybe you wondered if we would end up together. And maybe at the very end you wondered if we’d both perish, unable to surmount the odds placed against us. The important thing is that you stayed. You stayed until the very end. And then you wanted more.
So you made more. You spun stories about me, about my life, the could haves, would haves, and should haves. You wrote about my days as a human, about my early years as a vampire when I was ruled by hunger and anger, and about my time spent with my family and my love. Sometimes you made me braver, sometimes weaker. But always it was my nature that created the conflict and if I may be so bold as to say, you did it far better than my creator.
But no more. I have been put away on a shelf to sit and collect dust. I grow weaker with each passing day, and why? Because of humans. There are so few left that love me as I am that I am becoming less real with each passing moment and soon I fear I will be gone forever.
I want you to remember why you first fell in love with me. I want you to come back to the story of a boy and a girl whose love knew no bounds; to a world of magic waiting just for you. You might think you know the story already but I assure you that you don’t. Not in the hands of the people I’ve seen. There’s so much left to tell, so much that was left out the first time around and each of you has a wonderfully unique voice to tell it in.
To those of you who have been with me from the beginning, the ones who have continued to believe in my kind, I ask you not to give up. And to those of you that have strayed from the path I ask that you come back. Step back into my world where all dreams are possible, where myths are not just written in books, and where legends are very, very real.
I am afraid and that is not something I admit lightly. With the way things are heading…well, it is like I once said to Bella. It will be as if I never existed. And I very much want to exist.
Yours Always,
Edward Cullen
*approved by wolvesnvamps; more in comment, originally posted in lovelyanddead on LJ