A/N Hi everybody!

This is a story I started to write several years ago, but abandoned due to my busy schedule. However I've forgotten my password & email address I used to log in. My previous user names are "Roshinlevy" and "crazyarwencullen". As there are many requests to continue my stories I thought of re-uploading them using this account. I'm doing slight changes. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

They thought I'm a god

I walked aimlessly, moving from one shade to another. I didn't want any humans catching glimpse of my scarlet eyes. There were some women giggling in front of a bar, smelling heavily of vodka .Always …. Drunken or not, Women never bothered to look at my eyes, their lustful eyes
just feast on my body. Yet I didn't want to take a risk.

My mind wandered on its' own. Though I didn't want to hear any of it, I heard everything, One woman in that group wearing a short red dress was flirting with a man who looked ten years younger than her.

"What if I just bend down pretending I dropped some thing….he will see my…."

Ugh! I cut her off from my mind.

"Bitch….what a slut.I even paid for her drink & now she's trying to seduce the only good looking man here….!"

"mmm…she looks yummy…."

"Yes baby… scream…. Fight…no one will hear you….tasty. Love the way you writhe under me… aaah… you bit me bitch. You're gonna pay for that!"

I stopped in my track. That last thought didn't come from either of these humans. It came from somewhere else, not distance… somewhere near.

My pray is close...….

I backed off to the dark ally behind the bar which smelled of dirty shirts, spilled liquor, vomit and rotting food. But I inhaled, my pray was near, and I had to be hurry before that monster get what it wants.

Running at my full speed to the destination where I guessed his thoughts emerged, I tried listening to him again. I needed the exact place. It
was difficult. To filter his thoughts from hundreds. Yet, it was not impossible…..

Finally I found his dark mind.

The man was pressing down a weak human girl on the rough ground, her lips were swollen where he hit her after she bit him, and blood drops were oozing from a corner. She was screaming, But her voice was drowned in loud pop music coming from somewhere near. Yes! I knew that night club. Everything around me turned to a blur as I sped my way to that place.

I saw her eyes through his eyes, deep brown eyes filled with fear, tears streaming down her cheeks, she struggled as he tore off her cloths and flinched away trying to shove him off when he started grabbing her exposed skin roughly.

But he didn't last for long. I was really glad for the music as it drowned the pained scream of that filthy man as I hurled him to the back wall. I was satisfied when I heard his elbow hit the wall and arm bone crack.

"What the fuck…"

He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. When I threw him on the ground he screamed again.

"Who the hell !my arm…!you son of bitch! I'm going to kill you!"

I smiled as his mind formed a plan to finish me off. I love to see them trying. But I wanted to finish this as soon as possible. It was late and I was hungry.

"you're the only one dying tonight.." I whispered to his ear and bit his neck.

He smelled terrible. And he struggled, pleading like he was the most innocent living thing in this world and begged not to kill him. His feeble struggles stopped along with his heart beat. I drained his body to the last drop, making sure I make no mistakes... . I'll have to take care
of the body later…..

Then I realized I'm not alone in that ally…...

Usually the rape victim runs for there dear lives after I pulled the man away from them. Sometimes they see my inhuman appearance (or beauty as some call it) , with red eyes and believe I'm some kind of a god or a super hero sent to rescue them. Or their survival instincts just scream them to flee. Run away from the worst monster. So they ran. But this girl here hasn't. And I was positive she witnessed me killing that man.

"Damn it"I silently cursed myself for not dragging him away before killing him. She must be terrified to death right now. Too shocked to move.

I wiped my bloodied mouth clean & turned to her .she was still lying on her back, looking at me with a blank, horrid expression on face. Head
light of a car passing near the other end of that ally illuminated I noticed several things I didn't notice at the heat of the fight, and in
that same moment a sudden wind blew her warm scent crashing on to my face….

She looked so fragile, pale, yet really beautiful.

And she was almost naked, bruised & bleeding.

Her thought were somehow so quiet...

And she has the most delicious & sweetest blood I smelled in my existence…..

BPOV

I couldn't move. I wanted to believe what I saw was just another dream.I will wake up in my bed when my mom kiss me in another several
minutes, a sweet thing she usually does when I'm restless. And I could laugh at my own foolishness for dreaming about rapists & hot vampires
rescuing me!

But a small voice in my head told me that this is not a dream... Your mother forgot to pick you up after your music class Bella…. While you're walking home, stumbling & fidgeting nervously, a drunken man caught you when you passed that dark ally & dragged you with the intention of raping you... He almost raped you Bella. Feel your bruised arms, bloodied lip, your cloths are torn apart... This is not a dream!

This is not a dream & he is a vampire! He just bit a man, drank from him, killed him….oh god...OH MY GOD…. I felt sick.I'm feeling sick….I wanna
throw up…..

I'm not sure whether I should be glad about this or not. He just rescued me from that man. He must have probably saved my life too. But I saw that man withering under his grip. Blood streaks stained the ally. I wondered whether I'm his next pray. But I couldn't move. I was caught by the grace of that god like creature, correction – monster in front of me.

yet, I felt safe, I knew I should be running away screaming, but I couldn't…..

He slowly turned to face me. I saw he wipes his mouth clean. His movements were slow…like he doesn't want to scare me. But it reminded me
of a cat slowly crawling to catch a mouse. But he didn't crawl, or jumped on. He just turned and stared at me. His gaze followed my dirt covered toes, bare legs.. my torn skirt slightly covered me, and my blouse was open revealing my cotton underwear.

I covered myself as his intense gaze lingered on my neck. I was embarrassed though I couldn't see his face in the dark, he saw my body
from the light of a car on streets.

He took two steps forward. And I automatically backed away against the wall. He took another slow step. And then I saw him.

If I say He was handsome, It's an understatement, he was perfect. His body was a work of art. Long and strong arms, strong chest, abs,perfect jaw and lips and all..

But eyes…..those freaked me out!

He had red eyes! Those were like blood!

He stared at me from those freaky scarlet eyes so long that I thought I'm going to turn insane. Then I cleared my throat.

"ugh..mm.."

He looked like he's holding his breath. Not moving a muscle.

Just staring…creepy…no wonder…he's a vampire

"Thanks, for saving me" my voice still sounded broken, husky. I cleared
my throat again.

He just and stared...I saw his fist clenching

I stood up. My back pack was thrown to a corner. I found it & tried to
tide myself .one of my flip flops was broken. mom will kill herself
today if she finds what happened...she was blaming herself since I turned
eight..my mommy was my best friend,she cares about me,though sometimes
she forgets certain (important) things like cooking meals and stuff, she's the best mom one can have. I must not breath a word about this.I must go home before she arrive. I buttoned my blouse & saw the dead body as I straightened my skirt. I shivered. A chill ran up my spine.

He killed him! He killed him!

"You killed him" It wasn't an accuse, just a statement of fact.

He didn't move yet. I met his eyes & jumped when clearly saw his expression.

His face was a face of a tortured, broken man. Yet his eyes were filled with hatred, He's in such an agony & pain, for a while I forgot to breath. His eyes shone with a burning hostility, he looked like he want to kill me too!

Why? Why he hates me? Is it because he had to kill that man because of me? Or Is he still hungry? what if he want to drink from me as well? Yeah he saved me… I can offer him some blood. I was amused. It sounded so stupid & I had the feeling that this is a weird dream again…It must be. It's not making any sense.

I took a step forward & a faint growl escaped from his mouth. He rolled his lip bearing a set of perfect white teeth

Whoa! Fangs ! but those don't look like fangs …

I'll wake up in the morning & regret that why I didn't kiss you or let you bite me… I took another step.

Then several things happened at once. He lunged at me, I was thrown back by a strong hard arm & I fell. Cursing him I stood up to see a
glimpse of a black jacket in the other corner of the ally, it was just a blur, Running away from me…..I looked down & realized that the body was
gone too.

But I knew that happened. I finally realized this is not a dream.

Because I saw blood on the ally. And there was something which doesn't belong to that place there.I picked it up. It was a leather wrist band, with a green stone in the middle. There were some foreign letters carved around it in silver. I put it in my pocket & left the ally.

I was like a sleep walker, my mind was empty. I had questions. I knew I won't ever have answers…and I had to reach home before my mother arrive. To clean myself up & prepare to lie.

But I knew one thing. Life won't be same ever again…..

EPOV

I wanted that blood….. I can not explain how her blood smells like. Like a juicy fruit, peach? Cherry? Apples? Strawberry? No…. much better. Fruits and Flowers. Warm …. Soothing …tasty. Tasty? That's what that fucker called her. A tasty . I licked my lips.

My throat is burning…I can't believe I emptied a whole human several seconds ago. She set my whole body burning. My mind screamed.I couldn't think about anything else…my mind was wrapped around it, repeating the same mantra again and again... Blood! Blood! I want her.I NEED HER…..
Tasty …

I realized I'm walking to her, my legs working on it's own accord. Tasty… warm ….

Tasty!

That word made my stop. I wasn't a monster like that. The one who tried to rape her. Called her tasty , licking her face. I wasn't a monster.

But… I was.

Why are you waiting? Just snap her throat. Drink that tasty warm blood…..! That monster inside me yelled at me

Kill ! Kill!

I took another step. She backed away until her back hit the wall.

Kill the innocent…..

I was disgusted at myself.

Ten years passed since I left my family. Carlisle, my Father, Esme, my Mother, Emmett, my Brother, Rosalie my Sister .They weren't my biological family. Even we all were vampires bound by love,a coven...they were heartbroken when I left them. I couldn't live with their chosen life style. Animal blood muted the burn, but did not quench.

And I couldn't live with the love filled in that small house in Alaska. I felt lonely more than I ever felt in my hundred years of existence ,between those two perfect couples, I felt like a complete sick, hypocritical moron.

A Lonely moron…so I left. And started my duty.

Killing rapists, murderers, robbers. Killing who deserve death. Until today.

She doesn't deserve death.

I hated myself from that moment. Hated my body, my strength, hated the vampire called Edward Cullen.

I hated her too. She made me hate myself. She woke up the monster who slept within me for decades. She made me a monster again.

I glared at her, my hatred flowed from my blood red eyes, if looks could kill, she'll be nothing, but a mere ash heap by now.

I saw she flinching from my glare, her face showed that my hatred hurt her feelings, her eyes filled with confusion, her lips trembled. She's
already hurt, physically and mentally. Brutally abused by a rapist, not raped, but every inch of her body showed how much pain she's bearing
right ,torn, bleeding... And I, who's saved hundreds of innocent girls like that, I who's planning to kill her. Disgusting.

I didn't move, neither breath. I was worried that I might lose control if I smelled her mouthwatering aroma again.

She was looking at me brown eyes took the whole image from my toes to top, face and finally eyes…. I felt a sudden urge to laugh,it was comical how her eyes changed from appreciation to complete horror. I would've found this amusing if I wasn't trying my best not to kill her.

I stared at her eye's...deep like a well in summer, it was easy to ignore the thirst when I'm looking at eyes like that. Brown , wide, innocent, lovely and filled with fear… and…. annoyance ? again I felt that crazy need to laugh.

"ugh..mm.." she cleared her throat, and swallowed loudly while looking at me. I was like a statue, not moving…staring….but it was for her own good. My muscles ached from the need to attack her, and bury my teeth in her soft, pale, warm neck ….and her blood will taste like …..

"Thanks for saving me" she croaked, breaking my thoughts, luckily...She looked embarrassed as her voice broke...she will thank me more if she
knows how much pain I endure trying my best not to kill her…I clenched my fists to restrain my animal need.

She stood up slowly. Wincing as her wounded body dusted her cloths and picked up her bag. Looking lost. She turned and walked around until she found one of her slippers, other one was broken, then straightened her skirt and then saw the body.

of course...she shivered.

"You killed him" She sound …irritated? Is she mad? Or has she lost her mind after the encounter with all this shit?

My eyes burned in to her. I saved her from this filthy man and she's now…irritated?

She jumped when she saw my face ..that's right…. now I'm totally pissed lady…..I hate myself, I hate you , I hate the whole world & hate
that I can't escape from all this shit. I've never felt the need to kill myself as I felt in this moment.

Her whole body went limp ,her face dropped as she saw my expression...it was a pretty face, pale and heart shaped, with those magical calming brown eyes, and lips like flower petals….mmm…yeah,swollen and covered with dried blood...but that's not an unpleasant sight for a vampire…..

She doesn't deserve death, she deserves a normal life, friends, family, a husband and children…..

I felt the same ache rising in my frozen heart. Everything that I won't ever have…. She must have them…

But …WHAT? She's definitely mad. Just as I thought to leave her and disappear, she took a step toward me. Insane!. I growled at her. Baring
my fangs… she's crossing the line. She's inviting death. She waves the red flag at the monster in me, prepared to spring…..She almost giggled when I growled. That's how I knew she's in a shock…her eyes were locked at my teeth & pale lips slightly parted, As she was fascinated by that.

Ugh…some human!

She took another step away and I lost it. Her body heat came in waves as she walked towards me. I knew I'm gonna be done if she took another step. So I moved too fast, she didn't get the time to analyze what's happening. I pushed her away, her fragile body was very warm, just as I expected, and felt so small in my hands. My palm only touched the fabric in her torso, near her collar bone, but I felt the heat spreads and a strange sensation filled my whole body at that touch.

Then I turned away, watching as her small body slowly hit the ground, slowly for vampires, I hoped I didn't cause her more damages, yet I
cringed as her wounded body again land with a thud. I told myself, it's better than death…then I turned from her, took the smelling lifeless
body from one hand and ran away. Away from her weak body….away from her curses as she hit the ground….away from that cursed sweet blood…away from everything.

But my arm still tingled from that unknown sensation. It doubled the ache in my heart. I felt lonely again. Like I've lost something…I didn't
know what. Because I never had anything to loose. But I felt I left something behind….

My wrist brushed on the dead man's shirt. My mother's amulet was gone.

But I felt it was not the only thing I left behind in that ally, which belongs to me…