Hey, so this is my new fanfiction. To those who are reading Wanted do not worry I'm not giving up on it, this is just a new idea that I had. So enjoy.

Chapter One
Tears

The warm sweet liquid flowed through my teeth and over my tongue to soothe my burning throat and in minutes I was crouched low stalking another deer, the drained carcass of the other lay unmoving on the forest floor a mile behind me.

I was totally focused on the hunt, circling the animal as it chomped unknowingly at some leaves, my footsteps light and silent.

I gave it a warning, a twig snapped beneath my shoe, it's ear twitched and before it could do so much as to lift it's head my deadly teeth had sunk through it's fur and flesh, grazing an artery and releasing the poisonous venom as I sucked the creature dry.

Sure, it was no mountain lion, but it would have to do. Emmett and I were not heading to Goat Rocks to hunt until next week so elk would have to suffice. I wasn't particularly thirsty anyway, it was an ache that could have easily been ignored but Jasper had been on edge at school all day fisting his hands and halting his breaths whenever a human came too close, and his emotions had been getting to all of us.

It was that silly child, Lauren Mallory's fault. The annual spring dance at Forks High School was next month and it had been announced that this year it would be the girls' choice. Unfortunately for me that meant suffering through the ridiculous thoughts of lusting high-school boys and the girl's agonizing over who to ask.

Almost every female mind turned to my brothers and I the second it had been declared but at least they had Alice and Rosalie as buffers to such things. I, on the other hand, had to put up with the likes of Lauren Mallory stumbling and muttering her way through the request in what she thought to be a seductive tone as he fluttered her eyelashes caked in mascara and twiddled her dyed blonde hair round her fake-nailed finger.

The second she approached our table in the cafeteria Jasper's thoughts were bombarded with visions of his teeth sinking into her neck and his thirst at having her so close rolled over the rest of my family in waves.

Hence, all seven of us were hunting tonight. Including my adopted parents.

As I dropped the dead animal to my feet as breeze fluttered my hair and whipped at my clothes and with it carried a scent, a scent that was distinctly vampire. I lifted my head into the air, trying to catch more of a whiff to find out which direction the smell was coming from when the jingle of metal reached my ears from behind me.

I spun around defensively, snarling, not willing to have my back exposed and spotted my pixie sister brushing her hair back from her face, her bracelet clinking on her wrist.

"It would do you good not to sneak up on Edward with the scent of an unknown vampire in air, darlin'." Came Jasper's southerly drawl. He appeared behind Alice and placed his hand protectively on her shoulder, but I knew it wasn't me he was protecting her from.

It seemed that the evidence of an unidentified vampire present had set us all on edge as Carlisle, Esme, Emmett and Rosalie had all appeared.

"Someone you know?" I asked Carlisle and I watched him as vampire after vampire ranging from the Volturi to Nomads he knew flickered through his mind before he shook his head with a frown.

"No," he murmured.

"Nomad?" Esme asked softly, her eyes worried and alert.

"Must be." Was Carlisle's answer.

"If there's one who's to say they won't bring more?" Jasper said tersely thinking strategically and of his days with Maria, ever the soldier and ready for anything.

"Now let's not get ahead of ourselves," Carlisle soothed, "There's no reason to suggest this vampire means harm, for all we know they could be just passing through."

"From what I can tell from the scent it doesn't seem to be moving at all." Emmett commented while Rosalie stood beside him rubbing the dirt off her jeans disgustedly, seeming not to be fazed by the conversation at all. But I knew better. She hated moving around and we'd finally found a place we had settled into, she wasn't happy, thinking of this vampire as a potential threat to her happily situated life.

"Should we approach?" Jasper offered.

"Maybe it's the knowledge that there are seven of us that has stopped it from approaching us." I rationalised.

A gasp caught my attention.

I glanced sharply at Alice as her vision overcame me, a beautiful, scared and wild newborn was backing away defensively her crimson eyes gleaming and…glistening with tears?

I gaped at Alice and she stared back, both of us completely in shock.

"But that's not possible." I breathed.

"What is it?" Esme asked.

Neither of us answered.

"Who is she?" I said.

Alice shook her head.

"How?"

She shook her head again.

"Can someone please enlighten us as to what is going on?" Rose grouched, acquainted well with mine and Alice's private conversations.

"She's a newborn," Alice said, tearing her eyes away from mine to look at the rest of our family, "At least I think she is. She's…"

"What?" Emmett asked as Alice trailed off.

Another vision engulfed her and I watched myself approach the terrified and panicked vampire. Her eyes met mine and we both stilled. She seemed to calm and she let me take another step closer, my arms were in front of me palms facing her showing I meant no harm when suddenly something caught her eye and she began to panic again.

I shared another look with Alice before I bolted, leaving my family in a haze of confusion behind me.

I needed to see her. I needed to see this vampire for myself, with my own eyes. There was something in Alice's vision, I didn't know what it was, I couldn't explain it, but there was something that passed between the two of us when our eyes met and she stilled.

I had never known any newborn to react that way when being approached by an unknown vampire, usually they would have attacked or fled, neither of which happened.

I was close, I could sense her, so I slowed to a walk not wanting to scare her.

Much like I did with Alice, she spun round though she didn't growl or snarl or give me any other sort of warning to stay away. Instead she whimpered a small helpless sound that tugged at my gut, twisting in my chest.

I frowned.

Her face was dirty, covered it was seemed to be mud mixed with tinges of blood. Her rich, chocolate hair was matted and full of twigs and leaves. She seemed to be wearing a shirt that was too big for her so was knotted and tied around her waist despite it being ripped, filthy and apparently old. Her feet were bare but her legs were covered by a pair of too-big sweats that seemed to be more of a men's size rather than a woman's, and dirt had gathered under her fingernails as though she had been digging with her hands.

Despite all that, she was truly beautiful, the most stunning creature I had ever laid eyes on. And I was one hundred and nine years old.

She bit her full bottom lip and for a fleeting moment I wondered what it would feel like to press my mouth to hers. I shook the thought away very quickly.

Her eyes darted from person to person as I felt my family approach slowly behind me and she looked skittishly for an exit as she backed against a tree, her chest heaving with the gasping, terrified breaths she took.

Then her eyes began to shine. They we were wet. I watched as the liquid particles moved and collected at the corner of her eye before it fell down her cheek in a single teardrop.

I heard my family gasp as one.

It wasn't the impossibility of the act that fazed me. It was the fact that she was crying at all. She shouldn't be crying. No one as beautiful as her should ever cry. I didn't want her to hurt.

I took a step towards her and her eyes darted to mine as another whimper escaped her.

Then she stilled.

Her eyes flickered back and forth between my own and I tentatively smiled, careful not to show too much of my teeth, wary she would take it as a threat.

Her harsh breathing began to slow as she watched my every move. I put my hands up and took another step. She didn't move. I understood that as a good sign but suddenly another vision of Alice's caught my mind.

Emmett was going to move to my side, as if to put up a friendly front, but to the tense and threatened newborn he was a big strong vampire that could potentially kill her in seconds, and she bolted.

I watched through Alice's eyes as she grabbed Emmett's arm to stop him. The newborn gasped, her eyes widening with fear at the apparent show of violence and she whimpered beginning to back away.

She crouched, trembling and pressing her back further and further into the trunk of the tree as if wishing she could get inside it. More tears leaked from her eyes and I could hear Carlisle's distracted thoughts.

Maybe it's venom, maybe she isn't a real vampire maybe she's some sort of half-breed. Half vampire half human? Maybe it's her gift.

Alice's whisper of, "We shouldn't be here, we're scaring her," shook him from his pondering and Carlisle, trusting her judgement, commanded quietly for the rest of my family to leave.

Edward, Carlisle spoke to me in his thoughts, Esme, Jasper and I won't go far, the others are going back to the house, call if you need help.

I gave a slight nod to let him know I'd heard, never taking my eyes off the gorgeous creature in front of me who was looking rather fearful now, her breathing quickened.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you." I murmured softly and her wide eyes darted back to me. My family had disappeared through the trees.

I lowered to a crouch so I wasn't looming over her and she watched me warily, the wetness shining on her cheeks.

"Are you alright?" I asked gently, careful not raise my voice any louder in fear of her scarpering.

I thought, after a while of silence in which a few more tears flowed, that she wasn't going to answer, but then she slowly nodded her head once.

I smiled, encouraged at having achieved some sort of response.

I ventured on. "My name's Edward Cullen." Slowly I extended my hand.

This was a very stupid thing to do. Any other vampire would have gaped wondering if I was mad or simply had a death wish. No rational, sane vampire would extend a hand to a newborn – unless of course they had sired it. It was like opening yourself up for attack but for some unknown, irrational and crazy reason I felt this girl wasn't a threat.

Idiotic. Arrogant. Stupid thing to do. Stupid thing to think.

All newborns were a threat, all of them. That was what my natural instincts were telling me. My head was telling me something completely different.

All the while I was having this internal debate, the beauty opposite me seemed to be having one of her own. She was looking at my hand as though it would bite her but her own seemed to be twitching as if she were torn between taking it or running for the hills.

I watched as her hand reached slowly for mine, flinching back with a gasp when something spooked her, before trying again.

I was in awe of her. It was one thing for an average vampire to offer themselves with such a vulnerable gesture but for a newborn…it was unheard of. Newborns were wild, newborns judged and acted on instinct alone, which was what made them so dangerous. Yet here was this remarkable brave girl, reaching to take my hand.

She gasped when our hands met and she wasn't the only one. There was a fierce tugging inside my chest, a warmth filling my body that I had never in my life – human or vampire – felt before.

My thumb smoothed circles in to the back of her hand and when she pulled away I felt suddenly empty.

It was only then that I realised my thoughts were empty of any that weren't my own.

I couldn't hear her mind.

Despite my sudden frustration of being unable to hear what she was thinking I felt peaceful and calm and completely content which I had never felt before in the presence of another person.

That was the second I felt suddenly desperate to know her name. I wanted to know who this creature was that affected me so, I wanted to know her age, where she had come from, I wanted to know everything about her.

"What's your name?" I asked.

I watched as the beautiful, goddess of a vampire swallowed thickly and massaged her throat. Tears started to fall again and the strange tugging sensation I felt before came across me again.

"Don't," I breathed with an anxious frown as I slowly leaned closer to her. I lifted my hand and she let me brush the tears from her cheek ever so softly with a caress of my thumb. My hand cupped her face. "Don't cry."

"It hurts," she whimpered gazing at me with her watery eyes, pleading. "Why does it hurt?" It was the first time she had spoken and despite the tears, the pained question and the tremble to it, her voice sounded like tinkling bells. It was beautiful.

"You're thirsty." I told her, my hand still caressing her cheek though this time with the back of my fingers as she rubbed and clutched at her throat. I frowned remembering the all too painful and insistent burning thirst that never seemed to go away those first couple of months. It made me wonder, again, her age. "How old are you?" I asked for both the sake of her burning throat and my burning curiosity.

She swallowed again and I gently pulled her scratching hands away from her neck so she wouldn't hurt herself.

A small crease formed on her smooth forehead as her brows furrowed and I wanted to smooth it away. "I…I don't know."

My own frown deepened, there hadn't been a single time during my whole vampire life when I hadn't known my age and there had only really been one time I had been particularly dazed and disorientated but she couldn't be…no she couldn't have just been…could she?

"How…how long have you been like this?" I murmured.

"I don't know." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Not long. I…I woke up like this."

"…when?"

"E-earlier."

"Today?" I gasped.

"I think…I think so."

"Tell me, what do you remember?"

"Nothing. It was black and then…and then I woke up here…in the woods."

She began to pull nervously at her hair, rubbing her neck as she became more and more distressed.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" I breathed, letting go of my shock and focusing on her. I needed to calm her down.

But she became increasingly more anxious and tears streamed from her eyes faster than ever before as she answered with a soft cry.

"I don't remember. I don't remember my name. I don't remember anything."

Dun dun dun. :)

As you've probably gathered this is in Edward's point of view, at the moment I'm not sure if I'll stick with this or go back and forth between him and Bella or just stick with Bella.

Are we liking? Or are we not?

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