A/N Hello all here is something new that I needed to write. It has been stuck in my head for quite a while and until I got it out I wasn't able to write anything else. So here is the prologue and I will be updating once a week from here on it since it is already completed. It is different than what you might be used to from me so please keep that in mind.

This story would not be possible without the support of Tiggrmommi, Pomme_de_terre, Emibella, Ginny, and VJGM! Thank you so much for listening to me as I was writing and giving me invaluable input.

So here we go….this takes place a few years before Bella and Edward meet.

I do not own.

Prologue

He sat in the bar savoring his freedom. He lifted his glass and watched as the amber liquid swirled around in the glass, ice cubes clinking together. This was his celebration; no one else came to join him as no one else was excited that he was actually free. Even his family was disgusted by him. It didn't matter to him though, he was free. Finally justice had been served and he sat here in a bar with the ability to do whatever he wanted. No one watching his every move, no one was waiting for him to do something wrong. He chose to disregard the fact that justice came in the form of a technicality that had set him free. That was neither here nor there to him. The fact of the matter was that he was free and now he pondered what to do with his time.

Everyone around him recognized him and kept their distance. He liked it better that way. He was never one for small talk. All conversation that he had ever made had centered on getting him what he wanted. So he sat and drank alone until she walked into the bar. He noticed her instantly and his eyes tracked her as she crossed the bar and sat down next to him. The other patrons instantly looked the other way. They weren't responsible for the decisions that she made with her life.

Instantly he felt the old rush of longing. It had been so long and he could hear her calling to him. He was powerless to stop the need once it surfaced, he never had been. It had been difficult in prison to have no outlet for his desires but here and now he didn't have to worry about it anymore. He didn't worry that he might go back, that he would be a suspect instantly, all that mattered was her. He placed a smile on his face and became charming and lively. Looking at him you would never suspect the depths of evil that he was capable of. No one had for quite a long time. That was why his list of victims was so long.

As the minutes passed he had her right where he wanted her. Her hand continually sought contact with his and when he suggested that they find somewhere quieter to continue their discussion she didn't hesitate to grab her jacket. He left money on the bar and ushered her out the door. He was so focused on her that he didn't notice the man getting up after them and following them into the alley.

She leaned against him, her warm breath tickling his neck as she whispered against it. He stopped at a wall, unwilling to wait any longer and pressed her back against it. Normally he would draw this moment out, savor every reaction but it had been so long that he decided he would savor the next time. He needed immediate gratification. As his hands reached for her long delicate neck he suddenly became aware that someone else was there with them. He waited for them to leave. No one had any business being in an alley this late at night unless they were up to no good. He should know.

He heard no sounds but could still tell that someone was out there. Unable to wait any longer he ignored it and moved his hands to the velvet skin that covered her neck. As his fingers tightened he felt strong arms pulling him away.

"RUN! NOW!" A powerful voice filled the alley and his prey took off running down the alley.

Anger filled him, how dare this person take what was his. It didn't matter what he had planned to do with her. That was no one else's business but his own. He turned around to confront this bold stranger when he was slammed against the wall.

"You get a second chance and this is what you do with it," the voice was filled with anger. He looked up into green eyes filled with all consuming hatred. "You couldn't even wait a day until you started up again."

He prepared words to defend himself but he didn't need to answer to anyone. What he chose to do with his time was his own business. He lifted his fists, prepared to fight.

"Let's see how you like it when someone hurts you."

He laughed in this strangers face. He had just been in prison for three years. He knew a thing or two about pain. He'd like to see this tall skinny person in front of him try to hurt him.

It all happened so quickly. There was the smallest flash of light as the blade caught the reflection of the street lights and then his hands were grasping for his throat, trying to staunch the pulse of blood that was flowing from him. It became harder and harder to catch his breath as his hands became slick with his own blood.

He fell to the ground, the pain slowly ebbing from his body as calm settled over him. The stranger sat and watched the entire time, his face impassive as he watched the life drain out of him. So this is what it was like, the helpless feeling of dying at someone else's hand. As his eyes closed he thought of all the deaths that he had been responsible for and couldn't bring himself to regret a single one.

More coming soon. Thank you for reading!

Jaime