First fanfic that I've ever done. This is set during the time of Edward's "rebellious" stage. The body of Charles A. Lindbergh, Jr. had just been found a month or two earlier. So, Edward being Edward begins to search for the kidnappers/murderers. Yes, the kidnapping/murder really did happen (and it's the reason that kidnapping is now a crime in America). You can google it. Not too sure about the exact timeline, but still, I hope you all enjoy. Let me know what you guys think, please, and hopefully, I'll stick to this and continue writing.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own any of the characters. They all belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 1

I was lucky if there was such a thing as luck. It was raining outside as I walked quickly with my head down. Thankfully sunglasses had become popular in the past few years, and as usual I had mine on. Who knows what would happen if people saw my eyes filled with crimson red. They were the eyes of a demon on the face of an angel.

The buzz of voices filled my head, and it took every ounce of my willpower to resist the tantalizing scent of the blood that I could hear being pumped through people's bodies as they walked by me. It was getting easier to ignore the burning in the back of my throat and the venom flowing in my mouth.

One thing I could barely tolerate was the speed I had to crawl at. The ability to run at a speed faster than a new car seemed to be one of the only pros of damnation. Walking at a human pace was frustrating, and I had very important business to attend to. It was so tempting to break into a run.

Finally, I turned the corner into an alleyway, and he was waiting for me. His blood smelled dirty as though it had been tainted with too much rust or rotting eggs. Still, the venom flowed and the scent burnt my nose.

Sunglasses? I thought that Mr. Cullen would be against something so popular. The boy thought. I hope Ma doesn't start wondering where I am. I don't want to end up like that Lindbergh kid.

"Don't worry. I haven't hurt you so far, have I?" I reassured him. A shiver went down his spine. How does he know? He always knows. Maybe he's a demon. Ma always told me to never make deals with demons. But we need the money.

I couldn't help but laugh at the boy. A demon was the best word I could use to describe myself. I had left my "family" five years ago because my adoptive father and creator, Carlisle, had wanted me to substitute animal blood for human blood. But how could I when I could only be satiated with a human's? I could at least justify what I did by only going after the humans that were much more like myself: monsters.

"What have you heard, Remy?" I asked the boy.

"Not much, Mr. Cullen. I know that one of the ladies over at the Lindbergh place committed suicide. A lady in the next town over did the same."

That made things much easier. I wouldn't have anything to do with harming a lady, no matter what atrocities they had committed. However, there was still the kidnapper and the rumor of three men. Would I ever find them?

"Sir?" Remy started hesitantly.

"Yes?" I asked.

"One more thing. They didn't want to say it, but I found out from a friend of mine that there was a letter that had been left when that lady killed herself. I think the family hid it, but it said something that New York would never be forgotten."

I lingered on this though. New York? Perhaps they were still there. I nodded and handed the boy a twenty dollar bill, making sure that my ice cold skin would not touch his. He stood with the bill in his hand and ran past me.

The sun was beginning to set and I walked towards the outskirts of the city. As the moon began to rise, I began to run. I felt free, and the hatred began to burn in my mind as a snarl ripped from my throat. I ran and ran towards New York. Towards justice.

Well, there you have it. First chapter down. This story won't be that long. Maybe seven chapters of this length. Hope you enjoyed. What do you think?