Hi every one, I have just edited some of the point of this and made some parts a bit longer and more detailed, so I hope that you enjoy, and once again PLEASE review I really like hearing ANY feedback on my stories. thanks again :)
Disclaimer: None of the Characters, nor the General Idea of this story belong to me, they are (c) to Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga.
Prologue
I caught his scent and looked up, and I had foreseen, he was windswept and his eyes were dark with a trace of crimson. He looked up with apprehension on his face, as if he didn't know what to make of this situation, he watched me dance towards him with a wary expression, as though he wasn't aware whether or not he should attack me. I wondered about his past, what would lead him to this sort of reaction upon seeing me? He must have had a very violent life previously. I knew from my vision that he would be prepared to give it up for me. I wonder how much he enjoyed this life, would it be a constant battle to stop him attacking? Now I'm jumping to conclusions, I don't even know that he had lived a violent life and already I'm wondering if he can let it go, my imagination...