A Hunter's Love

A/N Hi there! This is my first fic and I have big plans for this story, so please review and enjoy. James is a bit evil but is showing a softer side in this story so I hope you love it or at least can tolerate it. lol :)

Disclaimer:All characters belong to the very lovely Stephanie Meyer and her brain.

Moonlight danced on the calm waters, illuminating a perfect mirror image of the dense forest on the shore. The air was crisp with frost as if the world was freezing in time at that very moment, but that did not matter to him. He stood on the frigid banks. Nothing would ever be colder then he was, or at least his heart. There was emptiness inside him that he knew was his ultimate weakness. He wouldn't dare to show this side of his mind to his companions, because in truth they were nothing more then convenient acquaintances that he would have around until they became a liability. James gazed out into the darkness, searching.

"James. James!" Victoria shouted.

James let out a low growl in recognition but still did not turn around.

" Can we please get going? I am so thirsty and this place is boring," Victoria whined.

JPOV

Her voice ruins every merciful minute of peace that I find. It is only when I am on the hunt that I can truly block her out 100%. Why I keep her around I will never know. Well I know that's a lie, there is one reason that I keep her around and that is for my own personal enjoyment. She has no practical use. At least Laurent has a way with words to con the most skeptical hard-nosed humans to us when we are thirsty.

I often times would go to the shores of Lake Motaan as a small child. It is one of the few human memories that I actually held onto. I may be a killer but I still have a spec of humanity in me. The Lake calms me so I can refocus on the hunt, but that infernal woman will not stop.

"And where would you like to go?" I whispered to her with a hint of hate in my tone as I slowly turned to face her.

The once lusting infatuation that I had with Victoria had started to fade with each passing day. She wasn't even my type. She just had certain skills that a man could really appreciate out in the wilderness. Every time I blinked my eyes the witch got uglier to me.

"I don't know, let's go back to Seattle and cause some trouble," she said, completely ignoring my disdain.

The rage in me began to build. She knew that I did not wish to go to the west coast let alone Seattle.

"Are you mental or just stupid?" I growled at her as my body began to tense.

"Oh come on James, all that stuff happened over a century ago. I bet the Cullens aren't even in the area anymore. Besides they don't even know that you are alive," she cackled.

"And since when are you afraid of vegetarian vampires James? Did you forget to reattach your balls when you pulled yourself together?" she was now giggling on the verge of hysterics.

That did it that crossed the line. The viciousness that was building inside me rolled out of my chest in a fusion of a roar and a snarl. I was faster and stronger then I let on to be. I had run scenarios like this through my head over and over again. When that dumb broad would jab my ego to its breaking point. I charged at the thin red head and before she could get into a defensive crouch she was on the ground. Bones crunching under my weight were accompanied by the small squeaks of pain that my lover let out. Looking into her eyes I could see the shock but most of all I could see the fear. Her round eyes were nearly black from thirst, but she put up a very weak fight.

Slowly I let my hands caress her thighs, as any lover would. She began to relax only slightly. Step one complete.

"Oh, so that's what you wanted. You had me worried for a minute," she whispered.

"Shut up," there was enough command in my voice for her to listen.

Hands. My explorative hands. Little did my hands know that this was going to be the last time that they explored my once cherished lover. Placing small kisses around her neck I began to movie my hands upwards. Careful hands, not to gentle. I moved my hand up her chest as I placed a tender kiss on her lips. With a dart my hand was on her throat. Squeezing ever so gently. I want those eyes to burn with fear.

"Now listen, and listen well my pet," I paused as the grip on her porcelain neck tightened.

"You are a drain my dear Victoria. You cannot even enjoy the simplicity of a night in the forest," my voice was now calm and seductive. "You are to dense to see my growing distrust and downright hatred for you," I purred. The fear was coming back. Her eyes were like a turbulent storm growing in intensity. She suddenly kicked and tried to throw me off of her. Stupid girl. Oh how I love the struggle of someone trying to save ones self. It was the fight of her life…again. How traumatic. Oh pity, I can feel her trying to scream.

"James, please," she whimpered.

"Please what my dear Victoria?" there is a wicked sweetness in my voice. Where did I learn that? The sight of her begging for my mercy tickles me inside.

"Please don't…"

"Don't what? Don't kill you? Oh my sweet love, I am not only going to drain you of what little blood you have left in your body but I am also going to tear you apart and burn the pieces. You should be happy because you will be unconscious for the painful parts. Don't worry your dumb little head," I calmly whispered through a grin.

A gentle kiss on her neck is a sweet prelude to the sadistic bite. Her kicks and screams became louder as the blood flowed into my mouth. Wow, she must be hanging around burger joints because her blood tastes like pure iron.

LPOV

James was sick and I knew he was turning on Victoria. It was only a matter of time that the sadistic acts that were taking place were going to happen. I hung back in the trees while Victoria walked went over to her "mate" as she would brag. I haven't known James for very long but I could tell that she was not his mate but merely a play-thing. Stupid girl. Now I must sit in silence and watch as she is drained completely. Maybe I should go and gather firewood so I can at least be of some use.

Laurent walked around the woods at a human's pace. The screaming was getting quieter until there was silence. It was hard to find dry branches and leaves since most of it was under three feet of snow. Laurent carried two bundles of firewood and started walking back towards the sound that replaced the screams. It was the sound of ripping flesh.

I followed Victoria's footprints in the snow back to where she was in pieces. The scent of blood filled the air and an all to familiar scratching tickled my throat. I was thirsty, but I knew that there was nothing for me to feed on here. Deep breath and away I go.

" Here James I have brought some firewood," I whispered meekly. His eyes looked at me with an eerie calmness. Crimson red. Even though the blood of a vampire wasn't filling it could sustain. The nutritional value of it had lessened kind of. He didn't look thirsty as he sauntered over to me.

" Why thank you Laurent. I pray you did not see to much of our lover's quarrel," he hissed through a tortuous smile.

"I will help with the fire and then I must be on my way."

I didn't dare to meet his gaze for the fear that it would be misinterpreted as a challenge. I did not need that on my plate. Carefully each limb was set in the fire and with each pop and crackle of flesh James let out malevolent growl.

"Thank you again Laurent," he whispered out loud. " I have one more favor to ask of you."

"Yes, James?"

"I know for a fact that the lovely Bella is back in Forks, please send her and her family my love. Tell them I am just around the corner."

With that he sprinted off down the shoreline and into the vegetation. Laurent stood dumb-founded. He knew that if he did nothing that it would come back to him one way or another. James always had a plan, but why mess with the Cullens after last time was anyone's guess.

A/N: So that is chapter one and I am currently adding another one. Please review. Give me flames and I can spit it right back because I'm feisty like that. :) Thanks Lovelies!