London Outskirts, 1948

EPOV

I peered out of the small window out onto the suburban street, it was past six pm and the street lamps were the only source of light apart from the waxen moon during this autumn night. I gazed past into the far distance to the ravaged City of London. It was 1948, three years after the definitive end of the war and tensions were still high. Rationing was still in force, but my family followed a very unconventional diet...

Carlisle had been absurd moving here, but we hid our identity well. Me, the ambitious son who just escaped the terrors of the Great War. My mother Esme, the house-proud wife who kept herself to herself and Carlisle, the experienced doctor who was guiding injured soilders through grudging physiotherapy.

My father was proud of his work, and I wish I could say the same, but I haven't found my forte, my purpose in life yet. I wasn't even sure if I could call my exsistence "life". I had felt devoid of any emotion for a very long time and not even the efforts of caring Esme could bring me around.

Around me in my large room, I felt the dim light of the lamp calling me back to reading. My nights were tiring, I had nothing here to take my attention away apart from books, endless books. Carlisle and Esme were enjoying the little time they enjoyed together and I didn't wish to invade.

I just felt so alone, and thirsty.

It had been little over a week since I had last experienced blood. Just thinking about the enticing rich liquid ignited the fire which slowly corroded my throat. The lusting for blood was the only pain a vampire, I hated that terminology, could really experience. I did not count emotional pain, nothing had ever held my heart so heavily it broke the emotional pain barrier.

England had very little to offer in way of feeding material, but we had our ways of escaping the murder of innocent humans. We chose the evil few, murderers, rapists and pedophiles and sometimes animals, but these were rare to find in a place such as London. Inspite of the evil deed which we committed, it allowed us a life which didn't seem as evil as we first intentionally felt we were destined for.

I opened my mind away to the constant rattle of human voices, most were dreaming but my target was awake nearby. Carlisle had led me to keep tags of any people nearby who were considered to be dangerous to the vunerable human race. He saw the effects all the time as a doctor, murder victims and women who suffered under the hands of evil people, so I knew what thoughts to look for.

My intended victim tonight had attacked women everywhere, but was never caught due to the shameful nature. Many vicitms never decided to speak up incase of rejection from the already over-taxed police. He was nearby, and as I slowly picked up his thoughts I realised that he had a target in mind. I had to be quick.

I escaped to the back door in the garden, where I scanned nearby neighbours thoughts and when safe, jumped over the fence towards the green trees. I was glad that our house backed onto a small forest, it saved alot of hassle.

The cold air lashed against my face as I accelerated through the forest as fast as I could advancing on my target. He was in a field and he held his victim down whilst he slowly tortured her into realisation. She squirmed under his firm grip.

Just how I like it, bold but funnily weak.

Just listening to his thoughts made the rage building up inside unbearable. The fire scorched my throat into my empty veins, I was close to the kill.

BPOV

The night had just begun with Angela, the giggles and the endless dresses...

We prepared for the local dance eagerly. This week was going to be especially important to us as Angela's father, the local shopkeeper, had acquired an import from the US. Rouge lipstick.

"Bella! Your lips are gorgeous! You look just like Marlene Deitrich on the movie posters!" ngela exclaimed excitedly. She looked beautiful in a long tea dress adorned with daisies. She swirled back and forward looking back at her reflection in my mirror and squealed with delight.

"Ange, please thank your father, were going to be the envy of Jessica, she hates not being centre of attention," I paused, thinking of all the soldiers which were going to be present tonight and hoped that I would find one to my specifications.

"Hmm, I think she has her eye on Mike, but to be honest he only has the hots for you" she chuckled to herself while I punched her arm.

I had a quick look in the mirror, pouted my red lips and shook a hand through my mahogany locks. I wouldn't say I was beautiful, but when done up I looked presentable.

"I. cannot. believe. you. sometimes. Angela. Weber." I said. I knew it was true, but I never felt anything for Mike, he just wasn't... my type.

We sauntered down the stairs where Charlie, my detective father, was waiting. He gave us an approving eye, especially when he saw that we were wearing sensible flat shoes, rather than the heeled fashion that was all the rage in Vogue at the moment.

"Bye girls, be careful. Especially you Bella, your clumsiness will be the death of you, I'm sure" he stated.

Charlie wondered off into the sitting room, I could hear the faint noise of the TV and knew he wouldn't hear the slight creak of the cupboard under the stairs.

"Here, take these" Angela stood warily, constantly reviewing the sitting room door for any slight disturbances.

"Bella, are you sur.." I cut Angela off and handed her the kitten heeled shoes, her with the yellow and me with the red, to match my burgundy frock.

"I do this all the time, even if I did get caught I don't think my father would be suprised" I whispered.

The ballroom was spewing people, everywhere there was laughing and jovial conversations. Angela giggled with excitement and we quickly entered. The atmosphere was thick with music. The new jazz phase had entered London recently, and it was the latest fashion to dance the be-bop style. The ceiling was vaulted and the small stage held a band where I knew that Eric, Angela's crush was playing the clarinet.

"Hmm, looks like you've got company Bella!" Angela exclaimed before quickly being pulled away by an over excited Jessica who clearly had received a positive reaction from Mike.

I looked around, wondering what she could mean before I caught sight of my worst nightmare, Jacob. His father had been the neighbouring detective and he and my father worked extensively before the war on an infamous murder case. Jacob repulsed me, he constantly hung on embarrasingly whilst my friends ogled the newest arrivals to the ballroom.

"Hey, Bells... I know last time didn't go down well," too right "but I was wondering, would you like to dance.." he stuttered the last word, and before I could protest he pulled me out on the floor. I lost my balance quickly and fell onto Jacob, who recieved a small cut from my costume broach.

"CAREFUL! Bella, are you okay? You look faint?" he waved his hand infront of my eyes, which just enhanced the smell of rust which exuded from his cut.

"Blood, take.. me away from blood" I tried to finish but my mouth betrayed me and I fell onto the parkay floor. The rest was a blur, until I realised I was outside sitting on a bench with an unfamiliar coat around me.

"Hey you, your friend has just gone inside to get you water but uhh" a man with heavy brows and a grotesque husky voice addressed me. "Sorry, I'm uh Jack, you can trust me I'ma friend of your friend, he err said for me to look after you while he got bandaged up and found uhh your friend"

"I don't... know... take.. me back.. Jacob" I fell back faint again at the thought of the blood oozing from the cut and fell backwards into the man. He flinched at the weight of me, but the rest I remember being taken... somewhere...

I felt weight on top of me. Back breaking weight, the crunch of past autumn leaves beneath me and the stale stench of alcohol reeking above me. I fought, endlessly it seemed, against this man who bombarded me with kisses, he abused me in foreign parts of my body. I felt alien and weak before I realised he was cutting my blood supply out of my neck by pressing against my wrist with a blunt knife, draining slowly the blood, the life out of my limp body.

EPOV

I abused my senses to drive me towards the relentless atacker, pushing the violent images out of my mind. His blood was hot and salty, with a faint scent of... ale pulsating in his body, I was reassuringly close.

I reached the scene quickly, determined to save the young woman from the horrors that was about to await her in his mind. I reached to the man, killing him instantly with a blow to the back to the head. I would savour his blood later, my thirst was almost uncontrollable, but Carlisle set me limits that I was to obey.

I found the young woman, his sick visions really did not give her justice. She was beautiful, her rouged lips contorted into pain. I searched her mind, nothing. A short breath was all that was needed for her to become my victim, her blood was sweet, liquid merlot. I clamped my venom coated fangs into her neck, devouring her blood pleasuringly.

It took me into a dream, Carlisle appeared mentally ahead of me and I knew I was the monster. We would not kill innocents who had not a choice...

The beautiful woman I held in my arms held out her two destinies infront of me...

No soul, or no life.

My first fanfic which I wrote with a massive headache, so please forgive any mistakes for the moment? ;)

Umm, I'm not very good with history, so historical mistakes probably will crop up, but to be honest I just wanted to write something so I hope you enjoy it!

Please review, good or bad I don't mind :) :)