Author's Note: I originally wrote this while I was up late babysitting, however when I went back to look it over I realized it had a handful of spelling and grammar errors [commas, i's and e's mixed up, typical late night issues]. So with my most profound apologies, here is the hopefully correct version.

I've already got chapter two planned out, but reviews are always welcome…even if the only thing you have to say is it's a stupid idea and you love Edward soooo much and who the hell is Freddy? 'Cause hey, that's better than nothing :]

He ran. Faster than any human ever could, just a blur tearing through the woods. His Bella was in danger, his poor defenseless Bella. This new presence threatened all that he held dear [though that wasn't much.] First encountered on the outskirts of town, smelling of blood and ash, Edward hadn't stayed around long enough to get a good look, as the being reeked of evil and power. Judging by the suddenness with which it appeared, the possibility of supernatural powers was entirely plausible. Faster and faster he ran, racing against this unknown enemy.

With a thump, Edward collided with a red and green obstacle. Shocked, he looked up at the figure standing over him. Leaning against a tree was a man in a striped sweater and dirty brown hat. The man chuckled, as he uncrossed his arms and stepped slowly towards the startled vampire. As he raised his head, Edward could see the red, angry skin on his face, undoubtedly what was the ash smell from earlier. He wasn't sure what the man found so amusing, until his attention was caught by the dim Forks sunlight reflecting off the formidable knives attached to the burnt man's gloved right hand.

Edward made to rise and demand for this creature to move at once when a boot smashed into his face, and with surprising strength forced him back down to the ground. Sneering down at the vampire, the demon growled,

"Do you know who I am?"

With great apprehension Edward shook his head. In a flash, he was grabbed most unceremoniously by the neck and pinned up roughly against a nearby tree. Thoughts raced through Edward's mind. Here was this man, this thing, encloaked by the stench of sinister might, who dared threaten him in his own territory. But these thoughts of indignation were interrupted by Edward's realization that the intruder had strength and speed that rivaled, if not bested, his own. He was snapped back to reality by the newcomer's voice, which had gone from a throaty growl to a maniacal, gravelly yell.

"OF COURSE YOU DON'T KNOW ME YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH! NO ONE KNOWS ME ANYMORE! LEGIONS OF INSIPID, WHINY PIGGIES FANTASIZING ABOUT YOU WHEN THEY SHOULD BE TREMBLING IN FEAR OF ME!"

With this, the man ran his strangely attired hand up the tree next to Edward's arm, shredding the bark clean off the trunk. Leaning closer, the man snickered menacingly.

"Why don't you help me? Return me to my former glory…"

Edward shook his head again, wanting nothing to do with this madman but unwilling to open his mouth in fear of losing his tongue.

"No? Well what a pity. It was a rhetorical question!"

The man dug his clawed hand into Edward's chest, relishing the feel of flesh being slit apart. A strange sort of liquid poured out, too cool to be human blood. The strong smelling vampire blood dripped onto the ground, staining the grass below. With a triumphant yell, the man yanked out Edward's pierced heart, snapping veins and shirt threads as if they were the same. A satisfied smirk fell upon the man's face as he took one knifed finger and carved "FK" into the back of the lifeless body. Stepping back to admire his handiwork, the man grabbed what used to be most teenage girls' dream boy and dragged it none-too-gently behind him, muttering,

"You'll be useful again later bitch, very useful indeed."

A/N: Chapter 2 should be up by the twenty-first