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Disclaimer #2: I really need to focus on one story at a time but here I am starting two in one week.

Summary: This takes place during Edward's rebellious time. Edward is a standoffish, depressed, human hunting vampire in the early 21st century. He abandoned the rest of the Cullens in favor of the usual vampire diet. What happens when he meets the human Isabella Marie Swan, celebrity and politician's daughter, who inspires him to rise above the hand they are dealt?

Sort of inspired by a Walk to Remember. Troubled teen boy, God's little girl and all that. For those of you who have seen the movie or read the book, you might be able to guess at the twist this story will take.

Edward POV

My unkempt bronze hair was matted and unruly, my onyx black eyes glittering in the moonlight. Venom burned my throat as I prowled the Seattle streets, in search of my next victim.

"Leave me alone," an angel's voice ordered.

"Don't be like that sweetheart," a second voice, male, slurred.

"You're drunk," the angel continued. "You aren't thinking straight."

I started running, my feet flying across the slick and icy sidewalk, following the voices. I was drawn to the voice of the angel, entranced by the beautiful, songlike voice.

I slid into their minds. Four men, drunks. They had a girl pinned against a wall surrouned on every side. A growl escaped my lips at their thoughts, their plans of what to do to her before leaving her to die in the winter streets.

I rounded the corner to see the girl, not much taller than Alice was pressed against a wall, a purse in one hand. I stopped that thought. Just thinking the name of my favorite sister drove a stake through my heart. Alice was always laughing and shopping. She took Jasper with her everywhere and dragged him along with her every time she saw something in a store worth buying. His eyes would always go wide and a flash of fear would appear in his eyes but he would follow her. Jasper would follow her anywhere.

I looked at the girl again. "Please leave me alone," she said again. It was her. The angel's voice was hers. "I have money, just please go away."

The tallest, the leader maybe stepped forward, reaching for her. His hand locked around her wrist and twisted. A small gasp escaped her lips as her wrist snapped.

"Now what fun would that be?" he hissed drunkenly.

My vision faded to red. He wanted to hurt an angel. A low growl rose from my chest, my posture turning from the average humans to a cat like pounce. Well he'll have to get through me first. I thought savagely.

The four men's heads turned to look at me as I stalked forward.

With a silent breath, the angel slid down the wall, cradling her broken wrist in her hand. She leaned her head back against the wall, short quick breaths flowing in and out of her lungs.

"Get lost kid," a second man said his eyes slightly crossed.

"I'm taking the girl with me," I snarled.

"This ain't your problem kid," a third man added. "Now get."

I lunged for them at that second. I took that man first, snapping his neck with ease before moving on the next man. The next two put up a vain fight. All three of them went down in less than a second. I was left facing the leader.

His drunken eyes were wide with fear.

"She said leave her alone," were my last words to him, before crushing his skull in.

Immediately I turned to the angel on the ground. Her scent hit me like a battering ram. It was tantalizingly sweet. A floral scent, amazing. Enticing. I slinked towards, my more animalistic tendancies taking over. My mind was arguing with my nature. Don't do it. I kept telling myself. Don't do it. But I couldn't control my nature. Nearly foot from her, she did something to surprise me.

"Please make it fast," her voice, so strong just a second ago was weak and tired as if she had just run a mile.

Her distraction was just enough for me to seize control of myself. I cut off my breathing as soon as the words escaped her lips. The burning dulled but the scent was still there in the back of my throat.

A small breeze whafted through the alleyway, blowing her scent in the opposite direction bringing with it a wave of fresh, clean air. I breathed deeply, inhaling the crisp winter air.

Slowly, I knelt to eye level with the angel. "Are you alright?" I asked as carefully as I could, the world clearing as soon as her clear brown eyes met mine. Her rosy pink lips were open in a small 'o'.

I moved little by little to touch her broken wrist. "May I?" I wanted permission, not only to be polite, but as not to make her uncomfortable.

At her slight nod, I took her wrist in my hand. Gently, I felt her wrist, looking for the breaks and coming up with at the very least, three breaks and a fracture.

In a desperate attempt to distract her, I gazed up into her eyes. Tears had welled in the corners of her beautiful brown eyes. I was again caught by the beauty of her eyes. Brown eyes, usually were so shallow and dark but hers, they were like clear pools, endless tunnels to her mind.

Her mind! I thought, mentally smacking myself on the forehead. I attempted to read her thoughts but came up short. I blinked, startled. It was like she wasn't there at all. Her mind was lost. If I didn't have her wrist in my hand, I would have thought I was hallucinating.

With my other hand, I wiped the tears from under her eyes.

"What's your name?" she breathed.

I hesitated. Should I tell her?

Finally, I resolved that I would not, could not lie to this angel in front of me. "Edward," I introduced myself quietly. "Edward Masen." My name from so, so long ago. My human name. I felt a small flash of nostalgia at the thought. "And yours?"

"Isabella Swan," her eyes closed halfway.

I blinked twice, one right after the other. "Isabella Swan, Governor Charlie Swan's daughter?" I questioned, stunned. I had seen pictures of her in papers and magazines. She was all over the news as the sixteen year old model and singer. The only celebrity with out a rap sheet in fact the exact opposite. A healthy amount of her money went to the American Cancer Society and the World Wildlife Fund. But the pictures, the interviews on her beauty, the T.V. shows on her, none of it did her justice. She was truly an angel.

A small smile touched her lips. "Yes."

"Don't you have secret service?" I asked, my eyebrows raised slightly.

Her eyes opened to look at me sarcastically. "Do you possibly know how absolutely trivial I find it to be followed around by a bunch of men in suits? John, Mickey, Landon and Max are really nice and all, but its like being under house arrest."

"Tonight is a perfect example of why someone like you should not wander the street alone," I pointed out.

"I should probably take you home."

I got to my feet holding out a hand to help her up. She leaned on my hand more than I expected, using me to pull her to her feet before leaning heavily against the wall behind her again.

"Are you alright?" I asked. Her face looked pale and sickly.

"I'm fine," she answered too quickly, pushing herself off the wall. She stumbled, tumbling forward. Out of reflex, I wrapped an arm around her waist, catching her well before she hit the ground.

"Thanks."

I smiled. "Any time." I set her on her feet, watching her carefully as she swayed slightly, keeping my arm around her waist just incase she fell again.

Isabella sighed, leaning heavily against me. I held her tightly, all the while willing myself not to lean down and sink my teeth into her neck, stopping my breathing again.

"Do you live close?" I inquired.

"Not really," she sounded apologetic. "I live out in the worlds smallest town. My dad thought it would be better than a big city for 'his little baby girl' to grow up in. But I don't want to take you away from your family. They are probably very worried about you. I can just call Landon to come pick me up I guess." Her face fell drastically.

I glanced away again, pain in my eyes. "I don't have a family, not anymore."

Her big brown eyes looked up at me, sadness reflected in them. "I'm so sorry. Where do you live?"

"Where's my home?" I chuckled bitterly. "I don't have one of those either. As to where I live, that's not really important. I have somewhere to sleep and something to eat and that's really all I care about."

"You must be so sad," she said quietly. "I know I was, when my mom… died." Her voice choked up around the end of her sentence.

A lance of pain stabbed through my unbeating heart. She was trying to comfort me and in the process, hurting herself. Why do I care so much? She is after all just a human. I wondered.

"I don't really remember them," I admitted. "I've been on my own for twelve years now."

We walked in silence for a while.

"This is hopeless you know," Isabella pointed out suddenly.

"What do you mean, Ms. Isabella?" I inquired.

"Bella, please," she begged. "As I was saying. I live in Forks. It's at least three and half hours from here in a car! We're walking." (A/N I looked that up and on average it takes 3 hours and 25 minutes to get to Seattle from Forks.)

"Okay well Bella," I said calmly. "I had already noticed we are walking thank you for pointing that out and I don't know how to us back but there is no cell phone service where we are so I was going to go in that direction."

She blushed. "I'm sorry," she yawned. "I guess I'm just not thinking straight right now. I'm just, so tired." She yawned again.

"You can sleep," I urged her. "I'll carry you."

She eyed me skeptically so I swept her into my arms, carrying her bridal style down the road. "Hey!" she squealed. "How are you supposed to walk over a mile carrying me?"

I grinned. "I'm strong than you think."

She rolled her eyes but never the less, closed them, turning to curl herself into a ball. I readjusted her in my arms and set off down the road again.

Her slow breathing was calmed and gentle.

When I was sure she was asleep, I took off racing through the trees in the direction of Forks. I exulted in the feeling of the cold air on my face and the wind whipping through my hair.

About two hours later, I passed the sign, Welcome to Forks scrawled across it in big block letters.

I was tempted to wake Bella, to ask her where her house was but I decided against it. She had had a very long night. I thought it best to let her sleep.

I wandered around the outskirts of town looking for Governor Swan's mansion like house. I knew very well what to look for. A house with high amounts of security and guards at the gate of an iron fence.

I found it farther out than I expected but I still found the house. It was something like I thought. Four stories, but not the fancy, marble columns. It was almost cottage like. It had a set of double doors made of wood and, as I sqruitinized it, the whole house was made of wood. There was a flower-lined pathway leading up to the house from a U shaped driveway. Police cars lined the driveway. All the lights in the house were on.

I leapt easily over fence, avoiding the security system as I did.

"Bella," I whispered, carefully keeping out of sight of the windows on either side of the front door. "Bella your home. Wake up."

Her eyelids fluttered open. "Home? How? What time is it?"

"Don't worry. You're father is worried enough for everyone in the United States right now."

I set her on her feet. "I have to go now. You'll be alright walking through the front door right?" I teased.

"Oh I don't know," she giggled silently. "What if the door eats me?"

I shook my head, chuckling. "You are one strange girl Isabella Swan."

"I thought we agreed on you calling me Bella?"

"We did," I agreed.

Her brow furrowed beautifully. "Will I ever see you again?"

I smiled sadly. "I don't know but if you do, it will be when you least expect it."

"Well I really hope I see you again," she said.

"You're going to want to get that looked at," I said gesturing to her wrist she had against her chest.

"Edward?" she asked quietly.

"Yes?"

"Learn to live on the edge," Bella sighed. "What if the world came to an end tomorrow, and I didn't have a story to recount to myself to make my life something important? To make my life worth something to someone else; to know that I did good in the world before I die, is the only way to truly rest in peace."

Her question stumped me. If the world did end tomorrow, would my life mean anything to someone? I could answer my own question. My parents were dead and I had walked out on the only family I had left. The family that had willingly taken me in and loved me and in turn I had left them. Abandoned them to suit myself.

"That puts everything into a whole different perspective," I muttered, breaking my gaze from her face to stare out over the landscape.

Her warm hand touched my cheek. I flinched slightly, unused to a human's touch. I turned back to look at her. Her gentle smile was turned upon me. My stomach did a flip and I smiled back before even stopping to think about it.

"Your life will mean something to me," Isabella said. "You saved me. And I will always, always remember that."

"Goodnight Bella," I said at last.

"Goodnight Edward," she nodded to me and produced a key from her purse and unlocked the door, sliding inside and closing it behind her. I exchanged one last glance with her through the window. It was thick glass, the kind that distorts images, but even through it, she looked like an angel. My angel.

"Goodbye," she mouthed.

I smiled crookedly at her then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

I'll come back Bella. I promised. I'll see you again. My angel.

For the first time since I left my family twelve years ago, I was happy.

Okay so should I continue this one too? I think this one will be interesting. There are a lot of these, Edward meets Bella during his human hunting years but as you may or may not know from my other stories, mine are never really the same as other peoples.

I think I'll continue this but if you want me to, please review. I did this on my last story so I'll do it again. If you want me to continue this story, I want at least seven to ten reviews, story alerts, or favorites, I don't really care.

Please go check out my other stories too. I have two others. One is a Harry Potter Twilight crossover. Under Twilight it's called I'm Scared and under Harry Potter it's called Audra Isabella Potter

Summary: Audriana Isabella Potter, Harry's 8 day old sister and 3-year-old Harry were left at the Dursleys. Audra's godfather Moony and Harry's godfather Padfoot are, after four years, finally allowed by Dumbledore to visit them. Remus and Sirius take the Potter children away when they realize they are being abused. Audra is scared of everything so what happens when the mysterious and beautiful Cullens move in next door? Audra and Bella are the same people.

My other one is an all Twilight one. It's called Drowning in Death.

Summary: Renee and Charlie had two children. Bella, and Emmett. Emmett was thirteen years old when Renee had Bella. Then Renee and Charlie got a divorce. Six years after, Emmett and his friends are hiking in the woods and they are never found. Just after Bella's sixteenth birthday, her mother dies, leaving her with her abusive stepfather. After Phil's arrest, Bella moves up to Forks to live with Charlie. What happens when she sees a familiar face? A familiar and supposedly dead face. Starts off all human, vampires come in later.

Thanks and Love to you all for reading this,

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