The grey clouds hung low over the vast city despite the month being July. Alistair looked down over the river Thames and to his right he saw the crowds of people walking on the side walk by the London eye. He gripped the edge of the bridge, making dents and cracks appear from his touch as he concentrated on anything but hunting. The blood that flowed inside all of the humans around him was calling out to him like a song, despite his best efforts Alistair was starting to feel himself slip into hunting mod.

The sound of the crunch of the concrete under his palm couldn't be heard from the less advanced ears around him; however, the vampire next to him who was leaning with her back against the edge of the bridge, facing the ongoing traffic could hear load and clear.

"We didn't come here to vandalize." She said, gesturing to his palm.

"I'm starting to wonder what we did come here for." Alistair turned to her and he saw that her already amber eyes had gone another shade lighter.

Upon hearing the news from young Freddie of the Volturi knowing and allowing Victoria's new born army back in 2008 before they had even set of to forks had made the pair decide to live as differently as the Volturi as possible – including denying their thirst for human blood. Inside the middle of London surrounded by oblivious mortals was a big step for them as they were testing themselves.

Cathy had taken a liking to the new modern styles, she had a long sleeved brown jumper on with black leggings and brown knitted boots. Her blond waves cascaded around her face as she smiled at him. "If this is too hard-"

"I'm fine." He promised with a reassuring smile after cutting her off. "How are you?" Only half gesturing to her thirst but mostly worrying about her, emotional.

Cathy shrugged at the cold wind. "Feeling wired. I haven't been home since I was turned. It s… unsettling." She explained honestly.

"Come on, let's go meet up with Carlisle." Alistair said and put his arm over her shoulder as they walked in human pace.

Carlisle waited in the shadows, knowing that it was best for his old friend to have as much distance from any human as possible as Alistair was now a vegetarian – that fact Carlisle was very pleased about. He was looking out into the shop windows across the road when a light breeze brushed at the back of his neck and made him turn with a grin.

"You're still so easy to track." Alistair smiled as Carlisle caught him in a quick embrace.

"Alistair, my old friend, how are you?"

"Good, not a solo Normad anymore. How is that

Granddaughter of yours?"

"Grown up… Edward's still adjusting to that. What do you mean you're no longer a solo Normad anymore?" Alistair bit his lips like a child as the thought of Cathy made him smile.

"You found a mate?" Carlisle beamed as he was happy that he didn't have to worry about his friend being lonely anymore.

"Where is she?"

With that another light breeze brushed past the back of Carlisle's neck and was greeted by a big cheesy grin. "Hello, I'm Catherine but please call me Cathy." She said while shaking his hand.

"Carlisle, pleasure to meet you." Carlisle replied her politely before turning back to his old friend. "She is the exact opposite of you."

"Perfect, err."