Not The Only One

A tid bit about Carlisle's past and the fight. Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight, Breaking Dawn, Carlisle or any other character's you have come across before. I am not getting any money from doing this. Lazette, however, is mine.

When I was only a newborn vampire, things were different for women. As a fifteen year-old girl the life of a vampire was not ideal, but, thanks to a twist in fate, the New Orleans nightlife provided a brilliant cover for me. My name is Lazette Camilla Sorzento, and I was born in 1643. Due to an ill-fated trip late one night, I became who I am today, minus the three hundred years under my belt.

I will not dwell on the facts, it isn't pretty and ears of the modern shouldn't be subjected to the horrors of nighttime in the 'Big Easy'.

To cut to the subject of my story, I will jump five years. The year is 1663, and I have fled the bustling streets of Louisiana after one too many murders made people suspicious. Imagine a huge expanse of green, with a small wooden shack buried under a large tree, and you should picture where my most recent meal and current accommodation came from. In Ireland, settlements were few and far between so it was easy to eat incospicipusly. The closest town was a very basic Belfast, and it was on one of my many meanders here that I came across the first of my kind.

'Well do you hear? Mary was out a walking and she stumbles across a gentleman in a field! But by St. Patrick, she says he was the most top fellow she had had the Cause to lay 'er eyes on!' Snippets of conversation were the only thing means by which I would catch a bit of news, and this intrigued me. So I followed the young woman and her friend.

'What she say? Was he spoken afor? It's are to find a handsome young man nowadays!' her friend replied.

'Well,' the woman replied, ' she says he was tall; with the purest hair you did see! The looks of an angel!'

'Aye, so he's with blue eyes ye say?' her friend replied flushed.

'Well that's the ting' the woman said. 'Mary says he had the darkest eyes she ever did see! The colour of coal!' I smiled. Finally, I had found a match.

Two days later I was stood outside a pub, posing as a whore but actually looking for easy meat. Poor, little or no family. Not going to be missed. It was as such a man began to approach me that I heard it.

'I'm sorry lad, we're totally full. No rooms at all.' a strong Irish accent said.

'Oh, well not to worry. I will find another place to rest. Thank you for your time.' a pure English accent replied, with the silky smooth and bell like quality only we possess. I needed to see him. I turned around, searching the crowds of drunken men and elated girls for the telltale white hair. He was easy to spot, walking quickly down the road. He was wearing a tattered White shirt and blue breeches, with leather boots. I suddenly felt the need to talk to him, and kicked myself for not following him sooner. I was quickly dodging through the crowds, until I came onto the clear path. I saw him turn the corner, so I decided that running was the best I could do. Making sure I went fully unnoticed I darted after him. But as I turned the corner, he wasn't there. I ran further down the road, and there was no sign of him. 'Damn it,' I growled under my breath. Suddenly, I was knocked off my feet and there was a strong grip holding my wrists as my captor straddled me.

'Who are you.' he hissed. 'Why are you here and why are you following me?' he used his free had to tug on my hair. I laughed.

'Jesus, man, I not trying to kill ya,' I said, in a perfect Irish accent. I wanted to know him but to reveal ones identity was to reveal ones soul.

'Who are you?' he repeated.

'Now now, didn't your mother teach you anything? It is not poliet to hold a woman against her will. So, let me up.' On the last word, I flicked my hips and twisted my hand so he went flying. He of course landed on his feet, and I stood to face him. He crouched, a low growl escaping his lips.

'Whoa, man I ain't trying to kill ya. Likes I says. Now, how much are you willin' to pay?' I asked. There was a human coming, I could smell him. The blond man looked at me questioningly.

'Sorry?' he replied. The human had stopped at the sight of two rather beautiful people stood together. I whispered low enough for the vampire but too low for the human to hear 'work it out. Human.' A shockwave went through his body as he realized two things: that I wasn't trying to kill him and what I meant by paying. A disgusted look crossed his face at the second.

'I don't want sex, whore. I need somewhere to sleep.' he hissed, putting on a show.

'Well, I can give you that too.' I said. He didn't know it, but something bad was going to happen in this alley, which would be the end of us if we didn't leave now.

I whispered again, very fast this time. 'I don't know who you are but I would really recommend you follow me now.' and I ran. I didn't look back as something exploded in the city, just ran and hoped hat he followed me. Two minutes later, I stopped outside my house. I turned slowly, already knowing he had followed.

'Instinct.' he said.

A/N: This is a multi-chapter story. I have the entire story, and will update as soon as I know someone wants to read on. Reviews would be nice, please no flames. xxx