Frozen Love

Disclaimer: (not really sure why, as I agree with Jen… there aren't likely to be any actual authors on here writing their stories for us to read… FOR FREE but whatever…) I do not have any ownership of any published books/novels/things in general and therefore count myself as nothing more than an amateur Author. In less words: I am not Stephanie Meyer (I'm a guy) and do not own Twilight or New Moon business holdings, however I have bought the first book. Okay so that wasn't less words. Too bad.

Ok so in Twilight, the Cullens mention 'others like them' in Antarctica, who also have broken free of a Vampire's natural diet. But what happens when Global Warming finally reaches an all time worst, and their home is threatened?

Unable to live together in large numbers until a more stable residence is secured, the Echonse Coven (My name for them… probably not right… but I haven't even read New Moon yet, so I make things up as I go. If you know thier real name, email me it and i'll change it) splits up and re-enters the human world for the first time in over half a century. They plan to join back together once a satisfactory location is found, but what will happen when '17' year old Joseph (again, probably doesnt even exhist, but w/eva) finds something in the human world that he can't possibly ignore, but might live to regret?

Chapter 1: Temptation

I walked slowly through the streets, breathing for the first time in decades. It had been a rough day. After so much time away, I had forgotten just how… alluring… human blood smelt. It had been all I could do, hungry as I was, not to, ah, make a scene, right in the middle of the crowded streets. Orcas, though more interesting to hunt, could not have tasted nearly as pleasant as I imagined these Londoners must. Not that I'd tried. I had slightly better self-control than that.

I sighed then, quietly, though no one was around to hear. This was such a slow method of searching, but my energy was too low to risk running, and the streets too well watched, even at this late hour, to risk it if I could.

So I walked. I had eternity, didn't I? If I wandered the world for centuries, would it really be that bad? I had nothing better to do.

Shaking my head free of such thoughts, I refocused on the task at hand. Worrying about the lack of purpose to my so-called life wouldn't help anything.

I didn't know at the time, but that said lack of purpose was about to change… if I decided to let it.

Hours later, I was still on the streets. Even in my food deprived state sleeping was not possible. I only worried that some cop would come along and decide I was up to no good… and that could get complicated.

I turned a corner, and immediately wished that a cop were driving by.

This was an urban area, that much had been clear for a while, so I don't even know what I was doing in such a populated place.

Later I would realize that my uncanny knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time might have had something to do with it. I'm just that optimistic about my 'talent'.

Anyways, five doors down the street, on the left hand side, a door had opened. Loud music spilled out after a fleeting figure, quickly followed by a slightly larger, more masculine silhouette.

The door swung shut again, and my sensitive ears stopped ringing. I almost wished they hadn't.

"Baby," A deep voice drawled. "Don't run."

I was disgusted. Spirits had never held much interest for me, even in life. And this guy had clearly had a few drinks too many.

I turned to go, and would have. But I caught the terror in her high voice as he grabbed her arm.

"Let me go Tier!" and I could hear her tears… a strange sound to anyone without my keen hearing. Not quite like anything you'll ever hear in life. Somehow, the grief is always shown in just how they splash as they hit the ground…

But more on that later, perhaps. He wasn't about to let her go.

"Aw, c'mon sugar, you know I didn't mean to hurt you." I was still routed to the spot, undecided.

"Hurt me? How could you possibly have meant to hurt me? You pervert!"

I heard her foot collide with his… well, I'm assuming a rather uncomfortable place, as he doubled over. I let out a sigh of relief as I decided she could fend for herself.

Then she shrieked as he flung her up against the chain link fence in front of the house, and holding her there by the throat with one hand.

"You dirty little slut!" he screamed, and even I flinched. The guy had definitely had way too much to drink. "You think you can just do what you want? You think you have a choice? You're father gave you to me, he-" I had had enough. While I've been around for - well, longer that equal rights - Sexist remarks, beliefs, whatever, are just… wrong!

So when the 'Tier' felt me tap his shoulder an instant later, I was mad. And when my hand met his face a second after that, he was lucky that I was as worn out as I was… and that I hadn't broken his nose, or otherwise spilt his blood.

However, he would need a whole lot more luck getting back the love of his…fiancé? Assuming he had ever had it of course.

As for the girl in question, she was now staring, dumbfounded, at my face.

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I settled for a sigh, and turned to leave.

And froze.

Oh… Lord… (I was semi-religious at one point, so by my figuring, I wasn't actually using his name in vain)

I suddenly remembered Edward's description of Bella's scent. Years back that had been, but this…

Floral didn't really cover it. Mint, cool and fresh, in such strong, overwhelming quantity that I practically choked on it. I quickly exhaled, but the damage was done. My legs refused to move, and I felt the vampire equivalent of a stomach growl race through my veins.

I was suddenly oh-so-very hungry, and only a delicacy would do.

SUCH a cliff-hanger, I know. You'll probably get used to them after a while, I am notorious for them. So review, and know that this isn't the end of the story by far, so you can stop worrying… for now.

And as I am totally lacking a life for the next little while, I don't think there's any good reason for me NOT to update soon.