Edward has over the years been employed in every proffesion imaginable, the highlight of his never ending career was as a police officer.
He devoted himself to fullfill his duty to the people of the whole world and most of all he loved not solving a single case for five hundred years straight. He saw as the victims died and got forgotten. He had an entire mindpalace of eyes fixed at a point long gone from reality as he returned home to his late tv dinners with excitement. At his job as a famous painter called Edwasso he implimented what he had seen, with his time machine he had invented as a mad scientist of cource.
His fascination was how they aged with time. Color gone where there was before and in the end a new home of unaviodable acceptance of time moving forward, their skin sagging, their eyes darkening and an unmistakenly familiar void of sight in them.
It's a comforting sight for him. It's a powerdynamic without him in the picture but he's still in there. They got their home and by default he got his. If someones at the bottom of the stairs and he needs to be placed at the same stairs one spot is and always is already taken. It feeds his ego and he accepts it just as they did, he first. Surely he understands their pain. He feeds on it.
Vampires does not always feed on blood, they get fed where they can.
Edward did with time get so full of them it spilled out of his mouth onto his own skin.
"My depression is selfmade but I believe in justice for myself. I get the cash cash, gucci gang bitches"
Edward then collected all his wealth into building a gigantic mansion with pools filled with gold coins like Donald Ducks uncle. He dived straight into it and let his stained skin be toutched with cold shimmering gold. Hurtful washing of his sins but with added pleasure of luxury.
Then he woke up in his bed ready for another shift. Shaking off his dreams of gold with a new bright smile shaping his lips in a psychotic curve. He smiles because he is the chosen one. He knows he's right. If he's not he knows the right lines to speak. In his mind he's on a horse with a sword. Then he kills the horse. Bathes in it. Just as with the gold. There is always a road to take to get his fix of thrill. He cannot lie. He's a vampire.
He loves it
But most of all he loves harrassing women like his mate Bella. He salutes to the flag then grab a couple tits. But now he only grabs his wifes double F cups he made her get.
He is awesome and sexy.
- Wheelie drifts in with Edward on her lap with the fast and furious soundtrack-
