These are all Stephenie Meyers characters, i own nothing. This is just written for fun.

BPOV

It's never really bothered me before, being alone. It's far better than being with people and having to 'mingle' as they say nowadays but now I have a new neighbour and I'm pretty sure their like me. I used to get out and talk with people like me but over the last eighty years I just haven't worked up the inclination to do so. That's because of gossip. Once the Volturi found out about my gift Aro's ancient little hands couldn't resist the temptation to recruit me for their "prestigious cause". I was torn away from my home, my job as well as my extensive collection of friends. I wouldn't have used the term popular, as I wasn't really, but I like to think I was liked before I was whisked away to Volturo.

When in Volturo the options on my actions were, in the lightest terms: nonexistent. The only pleasantry I would receive was Aro's begrudged permission to left me have an alternative diet to the rest of them in Volturo due to my intolerance to human blood. Foul stuff. Daily, Aro would inform me of what a vital service I provided to our kind and it was my duty to fulfil it. I, Aro, Caius and Dmitri became incredibly close; well you would be after spending that long with a group of people. One day I felt enough confidence to broach this topic with Aro. Eventually, and I mean twenty years eventually, me and Aro reached a compromise. Well less of a compromise and more of an understanding he certainly wasn't thrilled about. I would be an honouree member of the Volturi guard until such a day dawned that my services would briefly be of necessity to them once again.

Rumours spread almost instantly but no one is exactly positive as of the whereabouts of the elusive Isabella Swan but to be honest, I think everyone's past caring. From then on I had to decide what I wanted to do with my life or rather existence and all. I travelled for a while but the sunlight became too much and I needed to find permanent residence. That's when I settled with England; sunshine was a rarity and it was most alike to the behaviours of my time. Here I studied constantly but found nothing that ever truly appealed to me.

One day in the woods I was on my own, hunting, when I came across the smell of fresh blood. To protect my kind I began to veer away from the scent but when I hear a child yelp. I was unable to control the way my body seemed to automatically steer towards the child's desperate plea. There I saw a sight I will never be able to remove from my mind but has motivated me for the last fifty years to be what I am today. Upon instinct my hands began to repair the child's injuries and the feeling I got when her screams subsided, was the emotion I will never get sick of.

From that day forward I have worked in paediatrics. It seems completely unnatural to me for something so little and innocent to be in agony through no fault of their own. I have to move around a lot but am currently living back in England in my house there. Over my time I have invested in many properties, just through boredom really, because my work pays plenty.

Upon returning from work was when I first caught the scent itself. It wasn't one of intimidation, like it is on the rare occasion that I do have the unfortunate pleasure, but one that almost seemed welcoming to me; like home. Banging keeps coming from over there now, I used to live out here as it was quiet and others weren't even aware of the house next door. Until now…

EPOV

It feels weird being away from my family but I know more than most how people want privacy sometimes. They have decided to take time as couples, I know we will all be back together one day, but for now, I'm on my own.

I have followed many routes in my time but need to choose one as I obviously cannot stay in school without my 'parents' without causing suspicion. I have decided to go in to work that is simple for my highly advanced mind to process and just view it as something to keep my head busy. Accounting seemed like the perfect route and when at my level of expertise, pays extremely highly. The final piece of puzzle I needed to place was my home. This would be the most daunting part of my personal adventure as I've never truly been independent but have chosen a house that is more than open to work on the interior to keep me busy during the sleepless hours.

The house itself is classically tasteful from the outside and is secluded from outside society accept for my one neighbour. The estate agent almost seemed intimidated by the person residing there with the only details provided on that topic being uttered in a rushed, hushed tone. 'The property has been in the family's possession for at least the past sixty years, no one ever comes in, and no one ever goes out'. This situation suited me perfectly as I wasn't exactly looking for a new chatty human to spend my hours talking to.

Tomorrow is my first day at work but I'll have plenty of time to get settled in here another time, so I'm moving in today. I had probably better shovel some clothes out of one of the suitcases to wear to work tomorrow though. Which I now realise are absolutely covered in mud, there's only one person who would do this; Emmett. He was probably bored whilst Rose was packing for their trip and he needed some way to amuse himself. I'm going to miss the crazy brother, well and the sensitive one as well. Okay, basically all of them.

A week later

The previous days had dragged by and I couldn't quite figure out why that was. There was almost a screaming in the back of my head. I knew what ever was frustrating me was going to be blindingly obvious but I just couldn't work it out.

Work itself was simple, they left me alone as they all knew I could do the work (and better) at least five times faster than they could. I work just opposite the hospital but the scent is just far enough away that I am able to ignore it. Even though my office is facing another office within the hospital itself. It makes me think of Carlisle.

I haven't talked to him since we both came separate ways. They left many ways of communicating with them to reassure Esme that I was okay but every time I contact I never receive anything back. It's like there just gone but they must be happy. All I wanted to do was ask them about the aching in my head. It was slightly weaker at work but that might just be because I am distracted there.

So I'm trying to distract myself right now as well but the electrics just shut out, so that's not going to happen.

BPOV

That person is still next door but I'm too shy to go talk to them, or rather too intimidated. He comes and goes and comes and goes. I'm only presuming it's a man because of the long coat and polished shoes that I sometimes see through the windows on weekdays before work. Anyway this is one of the only things I have to think about on my lonely Saturday evenings when I'm not at the hospital.

He's just ambling about his house like me; I can hear his footsteps wearing holes in the floorboards. I've decided to move something's about in the dining room to fill my time this week. Of course it is in immaculate condition, due to having no actual use, but I like to move things around just to keep busy. Whilst reaching up to the top shelf in the garage, to retrieve some paint, I knock three cans of paint off the shelf. Being a vampire I have impeccable reflexes so I'm preparing to catch it, when the power goes out. Although I can see in the dark I am completely startled by this and end up splattered with a beautiful selection of paint.

After my eyes have adapted to the darkness I huff up the stairs to go push all the buttons I can find and see if it does something. Whilst passing through the kitchen I peer out of the kitchen window I realise there is no light coming from next door; the pacing has stopped. During the time which I am gazing at the identical house I am completely taken aback when my view is shrouded by a dark figure directly in front of my window.