Disclaimer: The Twilight Series and specific lines of this chapter completely belong to Stephanie Meyer. I am in no means taking credit for her work.

Chapter 1: The Meadow

As I blink slowly at my surroundings, confusion seeps in.

How did I end up here? I sure as hell didn't bring myself. I would never hurt myself in such a way. A way that would surely kill me.

I take a deep breath as my eyes slide up the Cullen house. The house I had one day hoped to call my home. A place I had hoped to share with the family I thought I was a part of. A family that abandoned me. That didn't love me.

At least not the way I loved them.

I'm ripped from my internal musing by the opening of the front door. I choke on a gasp and fight to hold back tears as I let my eyes first rake over his copper hair before allowing them to settle on his beautiful face and golden eyes.

"Edward?" I cry, a sob painfully catching in my throat.

A sudden and deep feeling of unease jostles me from my nightmare. Blinking at my surroundings, confusion once again takes over. All at once I take in the large trees and the colorful flowers surrounding me and realize I'm in the meadow. Our meadow. It's the only piece of him I have left considering he took everything else.

A clean break he called it. Yeah, well, clean break my ass. I doubt there could have been anyway we could have had a clean break. It's more like everything shattered, including me.

As quickly as the relief of figuring out where I am floods through my body, its replaced by complete shock and fear.

I'm not alone.

He stands a measly fifty feet away. A man too still, too pale, too unbelievably beautiful to be your average human.

Hell, he's not a human at all.

I take notice of his black eyes, outlined in blood red. Eyes that are staring right at me. Eyes that are full of unmistakable hunger.

It only takes a second to realize he didn't stop eating humans and adopt the Cullen's "vegetarian" diet like he claimed he would a couple of months ago. No, he definitely hasn't stopped taking pleasure from human blood. A human diet that I am likely to become a part of if I don't play this carefully.

I stand up casually, dusting my hands off on my knees trying to appear at ease.

"Laurent," I say, addressing him with a fake smile plastered on my face.