A/N- Hey guys. Just a random idea that came into my head. Don't know if you'll like... don't even know if I will. But hate or love reviews- either welcome. (: Enjoy, hopefully.

By the way I'm Australian, so please excuse anything that may be incorrect. I'll try my best to change some things and I'm sorry if they are incorrect. I hope you understand, and feel free to tell me if something is incorrect so I can change it. Thanks. Plus no copyright intended and if I have copyrighted anybody it is completely by mistake. If you tell me and I can change it without changing ever little piece of my story, I will happily do so.

(FYI- 'BPOV' is obviously Bella's point of view while 'EPOV' is Edward's point of view. You probably already know that, but anyway ;). If I add any other POV's I will clearly make it known whose it is.)

Edward Cullen is strange vampire; acts human by day but his vampire instincts turn him into an uncontrollable predator by the night. Why is he this way? And why is Isabella Swan the only human his subconscious refuses to harm? And what is the real reason that she had to move to Forks?

Disclaimer- Characters, scenery and some of story, all belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I have just added my own twisted plot to the story. ;)

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Chapter 1- Salt and Vinegar Chips.

BPOV

It was obvious that I had to get away; I knew my mother didn't want me to live with her anymore. Truthfully, I don't blame her. As much as I hate her decision, I can't hate her for making it.

But really I just loathed the fact that I would be living with Charlie. Out of all places she could send me, she choices the coldest place on the planet with the last person I want to be with.

It's not that I hated him, or even loathed him. I just didn't know him. All I knew was that he is my father, and that he will take that fact seriously. The last place in the planet I wanted to be is with someone I do not know who will be paying attention to my every action and try to get to know me. Plus, I have never been able to fall into the good gracious of any blood-relative besides my own mother. So my expectations were low of his towards me.

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It was a long plane ride from Phoenix, Arizona to Forks, Washington. I spent it with my iPod and a cool bottle of lemonade, which to my distaste warmed after I got halfway through it. My mother had organised the whole trip and had told me that Charlie would be picking me up at the airport.

I didn't know what to expect when I arrived at the airport. I had only seen photographs of him as the young 18 year old he was when he met my mother. I didn't know his personality. So I didn't know whether I'd be left waiting for an hour, or if I'd find him waiting for me as if he'd been sitting there for hours. My mother also told me she had told him about my condition, but I didn't know what his reaction would be to it.

I exited the terminal, my handbag and warm lemonade in hand. I passed a bin at the entry and plunged the bottle into it. I frowned at my incoordination as it smacked the rim and came flying off. I bent down to pick it up, before a hand reached down and swiftly lifted it off the ground. I frowned once again at the fact that someone had seen my mishap. I slowly straightened my body back to see a medium built, dark haired man handing the bottle back to me. I sent him an apologetic smile as he handed the bottle to me and I carefully placed it inside the bin.

He looked rather uncomfortable as he placed his hand on the back of his neck and started rubbing it, looking for something to say. He cleared his throat and sent me a questionable, "Isabella?"

I smiled and corrected him, "Bella." It did rather bother me when somebody called me by my full name, but I was trying to start on the right foot with Charlie.

Well I figured this man was Charlie. Where he confirmed my suspicion by smiling and holding his hand out with a, "Charlie", still looking uncomfortable as I was sure he did not know how he should introduced himself.

My smile was still intact as I shook his hand. We stood in a second's awkward silence before I nodded towards the bags with a "shall we?"

While I waited for my bag to rotate past I took a moment to take in Charlie's appearance. He wasn't entirely tall, but was not of short standard either. His hair was the same brown as mine and he grew a moustache underneath his nose. He wore a police uniform- which I was not surprised at, as my mother had informed me he was the small Forks town officer in charge. Not huge income wise, or even task wise due to the size of the town. But he seemed to take his job seriously as he wore that large puffy jacket and the fact that we drove home in his cruiser.

I was so compelled to duck my head as we drove through the streets. The last thing I wanted was for one of my new classmates to see me driving in the chief's cruiser. I was almost frustrated that he did not have another car to drive in. Which I then realized it would be quite pointless driving in another car when practically the whole town knew of his status.

There was little, almost no, conversation as we drove. I think he tried a few times at asking things about myself, but I tried my best to answer his questions so that they wouldn't turn into a conversation. I think he felt comfortable in silence, and only tried at making conversation for my benefit. Which in fact made the silence uncomfortable. When I took my iPod from my pocket and popped the headphones into my ears, I think he got the idea.

Once outside the small town house, he helped me unpack my bags. There were few bags, which he noted. I simply explained the fact that I did not own a lot of winter clothing.

I had taken myself shopping in Phoenix for clothing, leaving with about half of what I was hoping to leave with. I almost wished my mother had taken me. I wasn't much of a shopping person, and if she had taken me I would have been forced to buy a lot more then I had. She has always been a more outgoing person than myself, and I'd always been jealous of this trait. She was a very popular and liked person in her high school, the same school in which I had attended in Phoenix. I did not have the outgoing personality as my mother but seemed to have the same friendliness. So when I got into school I literally did not need to be outgoing for the 'popular' people to accept me right into their group. My popularity would have me elected as the Cheerleading Captain if I had the ability to stay on my own two feet yet alone the top of a human pyramid. With this in mind, moving to a whole new school without the background of a popular mother was very disturbing to me. Instead my parent would be a chief, which was probably not a very appealing house for any school student to be.

Charlie led me to the front door, stopping to fiddle in his pockets for his keys which he held just moments ago after stopping the car. I rolled my eyes at his back, realizing he must be nervous. He turned toward me while he still fiddled, luckily after I had finished rolling my eyes, and shot me an apologetic smile. He finally opened the door and re-picked up his set of my bags. He led me up the stairs to a small room at the right of the staircase.

It was a rather small room with very light blue, almost white, walls. Straight in front of the door there was a small desk with a black office chair and three shelves extending above it. To the right window wall was a single bed squished tightly to the wall to create more space in the small environment. Opposite the feet of the bed, and to the very right of the door, there was a built-in wardrobe.

I exhaled a deep breath I didn't know I was holding and strolled the small space toward the bed where Charlie had already placed the set of bags he was holding. I dropped my portion of the bags and turned to once again look at the room. Charlie was doing the same before he met my face.

"So... um... this is your room," he spread an extended arm circular around his front as I screamed 'duh' mentally.

I nodded and sent him a small smile.

He scratched the back of his neck, a sign I already realized as an embarrassed/uncomfortable action, and continued, "Oh, and there is only one bathroom," he scrunched his nose as he spoke. I figured he also did not like this fact.

"Yeah... sure." I didn't really have anything else to say.

He left after a short moment, where I heard him go downstairs before I heard a TV turn on.

I sat on my bed and anticipated the next day at school. It was halfway through the semester, which I knew was not going to help any. I knew school was going to be the worst part of this whole experience. I did not even know one person at this tiny town, and I defiantly didn't know if there would be a large enough population to even find people that I'd get along with. I let out a sigh and wrapped myself up on my bed and let a few tears fall onto the pillow. After I was calmed I sat myself up and started unpacking my bags.

I was halfway through when I heard Charlie yell, "Dinner," which was barely audible over the TV. Charlie had some sports channel on and two boxes of pizza on the coffee table. I sat on the sofa opposite Charlie's armchair. I ate the pizza and pretended to watch the TV, because I really didn't wish to participate in conversation.

After I had had my fill, I said thanks to Charlie and headed back upstairs to finish unpacking. Although after returning to it I spent but a few minutes before I really could not be bothered continuing. It was still early, at about 7:30pm, so I just got into my pyjamas and opened the unpacked bag that contained my books. I have always enjoyed reading and had a rather large extension of books back at Phoenix. Unfortunately I could not bring them all with me, so I packed my favourites and the ones I had yet to read. At this time I really did not want to start a new book, so I got out an old favourite and turned to my favourite chapter, about halfway through.

I did not stop reading, and without really noticing I finished the last word and closed the slightly beaten hardcover from the consistent use. I looked at the clock that sat on my bedside table. It read '9:51', which I considered a fairly early time to go to bed, but it wasn't too early. I figured I could get a really good sleep in before my first day at school.

I shuffled through a few bags before I finally found my toiletry bag. I took it to the 'shared' bathroom and brushed my teeth, a little to thoroughly, and washed my face. Then I headed downstairs to say goodnight to Charlie. He didn't look away as he almost whispered, "Night", as he intensively watched the TV. I sighed and slowly headed back up to my bedroom. I sat on my bed for a while, anticipating my schoolmates reaction to the 'new kid'. I, once again, wrapped myself up on my bed and let the few tears escape my eyes. And that was the last thing I remembered before I drifted into unconsciousness.

EPOV

I sat on my bed, minutes away from sunset, and knowing what I was about to turn to. I hated this curse, or what I liked to call 'curse'. I really didn't know what it was or why I was the only one in my family to portray it. At first my family would chain my up in my room, but I would just brake out and cause even more havoc due to the anger the chaining would cause. So eventually they just sighed and gave up, letting me leave the house with no anger and small destruction. At first Carlisle would follow me, as he was the only one with medical experience who could help my victims, but there would be no hope for them and he hated the sight of what I did. So I'd simply leave on my own and come back before sunrise.

Carlisle has always been the most compassionate in my family, and he would help any in need. He has defiantly endured the most in my family, being alone and clueless of his new life after he had changed. I have always been glad he chose the life in which we called 'vegetarians', not feeding on humans. After I reached, what you could call, adolescence in out species, I turned into this unknown create of the night in which my whole family could not comprehend. Carlisle tried his very best to help me, and his wife Esme was always scared for my well-being. We all thought that once my adolescence stage was over, that it would just erupt and be gone. But we were all wrong, and every night of my existence has leaded the same routine, until that night.

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Sunset - my zombie state turned and I strolled out the house. When I was in this state, I knew exactly what I was doing and it disgusted me. But I had no control of my body; my body did what it wanted, said what it wanted, and drained who it wanted.

I turned to that same very long alley, where most my victims suffered and screamed for mercy but could not be heard. I saw a short girl at the end of the alley. She could not see my at this distance, so I, or rather my 'zombie-state', decided to use the speed to run till I could be seen. The girl looked behind her, to which she would have seen a figure lingering not far from her. And she did. Her mind read worry and ridiculousness. Worry that she was being stalked, ridiculousness at the thought. But the worry consumed her as she picked up the pace. Her head turned back to her front in which I used the opportunity to get closer. Once she turned her head back around she saw me two feet behind her, my facial figures illuminated by the little light the moon gave, I heard her heart skip a beat as she felt even more worry and ridiculousness. So she kept walking due to the worry, but slowed to a walk due to the ridiculousness. 'She should have kept running!', I screamed at the zombie-state. But never did my zombie-state reply, and it simply ran straight to the back of the girl and grabbed her by the waist. It pulled her to face me, and showed her a menacing smile. Her heart once again skipped a beat as the ridiculousness and worry disappeared and was replaced with fright.

"Well. Hi there, gorgeous. What would you be doing running around in an alley in the middle of the night? Someone may harm you," said the zombie-state to the small little frightened girl. My heart sank at the age she portrayed. She couldn't have been but 15 years old.

The girl's mind screamed, 'I should have just bought it yesterday! Why did I have to wait till so late? Now I'm going to die, and he wont get it anyway.' I almost wanted to wallow, but the zombie-state held that menacing smile.

My hand then flattened a hair strand behind her left ear and leaned into the left of her neck. At first my tongue licked the bare spot it was going to victimise. The girl's mind then had thoughts of rape instead of death, and a slight weight lifted from her heavy heart at the thought she might not die. I wanted to slap the girl, she WAS going to die!

My tongue repeated the lick three times before letting out a heavy breath on her neck. Then lifted off for but a second before plunging my teeth deep into her neck. Every little emotion that ran through the girl's mind was now replaced by nothing but pain. It screeched from every little fibre in her body. Her mind told her to pull away, but my arms constricted her and pulled her tighter till she couldn't move an inch. My teeth dug deep into her neck as the blood spilled into my mouth and down my throat. My zombie-state was happy and thrilled at the liquid pouring down my throat, but I despised it and just wanted it out of there!

She was half drained, and now her mind only wished for death. It no longer wished to pull away or be left now. All it wanted was to be ridded of the pain and be at peace.

Her body lay limp in my arms, and the zombie-state drained every last drip of blood it could from the neck of its victim. Once there was nothing more it could suck, it licked the wound and dropped the body to the ground. The limp body slumped down into an awkward position, but no longer did it matter to the lifeless body as to how it lay. The body no longer had any thoughts; the body was dead. The zombie-state licked my lips of all the traces left of the blood and slouched against the brick wall of the alley - completely satisfied.

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After what was probably hours of fulfilment I stood up and the zombie-state started looking for another victim. I knew there was at least one more poor soul to suffer, never was it less then two.

Every morning I would go back to the alley, or wherever I have been that night, and remove each body. It was cruel to the families having their relative disappear without a trace, but I couldn't be found out. And Carlisle agreed with this idea, and some mornings he would even help me.

There was a girl at the opposite end of the alley from where I stood, walking in my direction; poor soul had no idea her life was about to end. She seemed to be swaying from wall to wall, almost bouncing like a ping-pong ball. As I got closer I also saw a large packet of something in her right hand, which every few moments she reached in with her left hand and pulled something to her mouth - midnight snack. I remembered that from the direction in which she entered was a supermarket. This girl must have went and bought a midnight snack, probably drunk, and then decided to take a shortcut home. Unaware of what would happen in this 'shortcut' home.

I mentally sighed as my feet began their journey towards her. I was aware that my zombie-state was probably happy he didn't need to go searching for another meal. As I got closer I could see she held a packet of salt and vinegar chips, she seemed tipsy and sounded like she was humming some sort of tune or song. Her hair was brown and wavy, hanging just above her waistline. To my surprise she wore pyjamas, I tried to comprehend why she would get drunk and go to the supermarket. But it honestly wouldn't matter now, she was going to die. I wasn't trying to hear her thoughts, and was almost glad that it was yet to invade my mind against my will.

She noticed me, and actually smiled. She then sped up her pace to meet with me. Defiantly drunk. I think she was actually skipping.

Once she caught up to me she dance and twirled around me, a huge grin wide across her face as she kept plunging the chips into her mouth.

Then she giggled and swallowed the contents of her mouth. "Hella," she chirped. My zombie-state then forced the corner of my lips into that same menacing smile, but she reacted none.

"Hello," he made me speak in a very low, threatening voice. But she still held that chipper mood without fail.

This was not the proper reaction, so she must have been drunk. I figured her mind would tell me this, but I heard nothing. I had never needed to force myself to hear the mind of any living creature before; the voice would just come into the back of my mind, normally I would actually have to ignore the voices not to hear them. But force needed be here, so I tried very hard to hear the thoughts of this girl. After a few moments, still nothing. Her mind held the captivity of the dead girl on the ground. Her mind was dead.

I began to panic, and to my surprise so did my zombie-state. The smile disappeared from my face, and then I think I felt my face almost portrayed fright. I was frightened, but my zombie-state... that could just not be! My mind was never in sync with my zombie-state, and I tried to grasp the reason it currently was.

This was all wrong! One, my zombie-state shared my same feelings. Two, I couldn't hear this girls mind. What was going on here?!

I inhaled a deep mental breath. I could ask Carlisle tomorrow, but really then it wouldn't matter. The girl would be dead.

"So..." she said interrupting my thoughts.

He let out a gust of breath, but still said nothing. I was still trying to get my head around the reason his mind shared my thoughts. I felt my brows furrow in confusion.

The girl kept up the same happy act and continued down the alley. "Alright then. If you don't want to talk mister then I'll just be on my merry way."

The girl skipped down the alley and out of site. I just stood there for the rest of the night, and my zombie-state made no action to go for another meal. It was the first night ever that I only drank one person.

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