Okay, here we go. i am writing a second story and this one has Vampires. If you like the first chapter, Please review, coz i dont know if i should continue, or if it's a good idea or not, so please comment on it.

disclaimer: i dont own any characters, i can only influence their actions and thoughts and the situations.

I gasped as I gazed into the mesmerising orbs that were her milky brown eyes. They danced over my face curiously, as if she had been expecting me, she didn't scream like my usual victims, she calmly scrutinized my face as I did the same to her. Why isn't she screaming? I asked myself. There was something about this girl, my prey, that would make everything different, I could tell. She cocked her head to the side in curiosity and she moved her hand towards my face. Usually I would flinch away, but as her warm palm made contact with my cheek, I subconsciously leaned into her cupped hand. A sharp bolt of electricity burned my skin and blazed its way to my toes, heating everything in its path. She bit her lip. She's so cute when she does that. Damn it Edward! Snap out of it. I shook my head, removing all the forbidden thoughts that were contaminating my mind. Maybe this wont be as easy as I thought. I started to become lost in my strange new emotions when a loud noise from behind me, snapped me back to reality.

"Hurry up Edward!" Emmett whispered from behind me. "Your taking too bloody long, do want me to do it for you?"

"No!" I snapped. "I mean, I'm fine, I'll be out in a minute." I looked down at the girl who didn't seem scared, nor worried. "I'm sorry." I whispered to her as I leant forward and pressed my mouth to her exposed neck. Her hot blood filled my mouth and she let out a small gasp.

Three weeks earlier. BPOV

I jolted upright as I awoke from yet another dream of the emerald eyed boy. I realised that I was panting and I had a light sheen of sweat that shimmered in the sunlight that was beaming through the window. As my heart started beating at its normal beating, I stretched and flopped my legs over the side of the bed. Without really deciding to, I stumbled down the hallway and made myself some coffee. As I leant against the bench, I closed my eyes and started recalling the dream.

The beautiful green eyed monster stood above me, a leg on each side of me as I lay on my bed. He bent down and eventually was on his hands and knees above me. The moon drained everything of colour, including his already pale skin. His green eyes were smouldering and I couldn't help but try and memorise every part of him. His face was beautiful beyond words; he had a straight nose, deep, burning, emerald eyes, full, ruby lips and angled face. I also, as he towered above me, got a good look at his chiselled chest and abdomen. The moonlight that was flooding into my room, made his slightly protruding muscles create shadows on his stomach that danced when he moved. As he leaned closer towards me, I reached out, and hesitated before touching his stone hard, frozen skin. As soon as my hand cupped his cheek, he leaned into it and his eyes drifted closed. I let out a breath that I didn't realise I was holding and my eyes closed as well. Before I knew it, his cheek left my hand and I felt a sharp pain in my neck. The pain was unbearable, I gasped and he spoke. His musical voice pushing all thoughts of pain into the corner of my mind and all that I could think of was the beauty of him.

"I'm sorry." He muttered before I drifted into darkness. That was when I woke up. It was always where I woke up. I remembered feeling the worse pain I had ever felt, and then complete nothingness. I had the same dream every night, he would come, he would lean over me, I would feel pain and then I woke up. I knew it was just a dream, but I really felt like I was connected to this beautiful man, I felt as if the dream was a sign or something. I know it sounds all mystic and cheesy, but it's true.

"Hey Bella," Rose called as she walked around the corner and into the kitchen. She was wearing her red silk nightie and bear feet. She brushed her perfectly manicured fingers through her hair and as she stretched, her nightie pulled tighter against her perfect body. She looked at my face and concern clouded her face. "Did you have another dream?" She asked as she noticed the solemn look on my face.

"The same one, again." I said as I jumped up onto the counter. She smiled sympathetically and hugged me softly around the waist.

"I see that hot, green eyed guy has you hooked." She said slyly and walked over to the coffee machine.

"That's the thing though," I explained. "I have no idea who he is." She knit her eyebrows together.

"That is pretty weird. I guess he's your soul mate or something." She shrugged. I laughed softly at her bluntness.

"Sure, sure." I pulled three mugs from the cupboard as I expected Alice to wake up soon. And, just as I poured coffee into the last mug, Alice skipped from her room and planted herself on a bench stool.

"Morning guys, how was your sleep?" She asked. I don't know how she was so energetic at this hour. But I guess that was just Alice; chipper, bubbly, bouncy and full of life. Her spiky hair just added to her wild attitude.

"Okay, how about yours?" Rose replied, but Alice had already moved onto a new subject.

"So, as we all know, the road trip is coming up and I for one need clothes." Alice's mum lent her a car last year and now she needed to return it. We would drive up to L.A and stay for a couple of nights, then we would take a plane back. The road trip was three weeks away, and as always, Alice wanted more clothes.

"More clothes? Alice your cupboard is stuffed full with clothes that you bought last week." She shrugged.

"They are so last week, literally. I mean, come on, don't you just love shopping, I would do it every day if I could."

"Oh, I know you love it Alice, but think of the little people." I pointed to myself. "Some of us don't like shopping as much as you." I pleaded, I really didn't like shopping, and I mean I really didn't like it.

"Please Bella." She widened her brown eyes and her pouting bottom lip started trembling.

"No, Alice, not the puppy dog face. Please not the puppy dog face." I tried to look away, but she caught my chin and looked me straight in the eyes. One large tear rolled down her face and plopped into her lap. I huffed in defeat and nodded slowly. She wiped the fake tear away and jumped up and down clapping her hands.

"Yay!" she squealed. "Okay, so first we're going to buy an outfit for the trip there. I want us to show up in something completely stunning, so we can watch all the girls stare in envy. Oh, and we're all single, that's not right ladies." She scolded us. Me and Rose looked at each other and rolled our eyes.

"Ok Alice, we'll go shopping today, but it has to be the last time before the trip." Rosalie bargained.

"No shopping for three weeks?" Alice seemed genuinely disgusted. "How will I live with myself? How will I keep up with style? I'll have to wear some things more than twice." She shuddered at the thought.

"Alice you can deal for three weeks." I said, patting her on the back. She pouted and slumped her shoulders. I slid off the bench and went to my bedroom and got ready for a day at the mall. On my bed was an outfit that had already been picked out by Alice. There was a pink halter neck that criss-crossed at the back, a pair of three-quarter jeans that were folded up at the cuffs, and some black, strappy sandals. I sighed at Alice's organisation and got dressed.

At ten o'clock that day, we all left for the mall. There was hardly anyone in any of the shops, I don't blame them, it was ten in the morning!

"Oh my god guys look at those shoes!" Alice said as she ran towards the display window.

"Here we go." I muttered and rose laughed beside me.

EPOV

"Hey Edward look at this one." Emmett pointed out a short, stocky red head with a million freckles and pale blue, heavily lidded eyes. "We could have fun with that one." He chuckled and I joined him.

"I'm not into red heads, you can have her." Emmett and I were best friends; we have been since Carlisle turned us, we were like brothers. At the moment, we were at the mall, searching for our next victim.

"That one's got a nice ass." Emmett commented as he pointed to a tall brunette with a bob. She was wearing a crop top that revealed her overly toned muscles and bulging arms. She was also wearing very short, shorts that showed off her tight butt and muscly legs. I stuck my tongue out in disgust.

"Ew. She's like a female Emmett." He laughed at this. Emmett was huge, almost two of me, I was toned, but he was scary.

"So which one should we go after, you've refused every one of them." He whined grumpily. "Are you still looking for your dream girl?" He asked in a girly voice. He batted his eyelashes and held his hands together like he was being serenaded.

"No, I'm just not very hungry."

"We haven't eaten since last week, you should be starving." I couldn't lie to Emmett.

"Well, maybe I'm a little hungry, but I can't be stuffed hunting now." I sighed and gazed out at the crowd.

"Well, I'm hungry and I'm going after that chubby little redhead." And with that he jumped up from the chair and headed towards the girl at the corndog stand. I watched as he flirted with the girl and a smile came across her lips, I think it was supposed to be flirty, but it looked like she was constipated or something. I saw Emmett raise his eyebrows in shock, but then he shrugged and continued charming the unsuspecting girl. I looked away from them and my eyes flickered between all of the faces that passed me. I was happily judging each girl as they passed, when my crimson eyes made contact with a pair of brown ones. My face turned in the other direction, trying to move to the next girl, but eyes stayed locked with the girl's. She moved closer towards me and I suddenly recognised her as the girl I had been dreaming about for the last few months. She had longish brown hair, that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, her nose was small and pointed up slightly at the end; it was cute. Her lips were full and perfectly shaped; it was slightly agape, faintly revealed a row of perfect white teeth. Finally my eyes danced towards her eyes. They were large and round eyes that were a milky brown and were bordered in thick lashes. They were searching mine for something. Her stare intensified as I stood up from the bench. I slowly walked towards her, closing the distance between us. I realised she was holding a copy of 'Wuthering Heights.' I laughed to myself and as I took in a deep breath I found that she smelled beautiful and my throat began to burn. My pace quickened as my hunger got the better of me. But then she smiled and bit her lip. I stopped abruptly. That was always my favourite part of the dream; when she bit her lip. She looked so innocent and gorgeous, and beautiful and caring…God damn it Edward! Stop thinking that way about your food. She is human, she is human, she is… She took a step towards me and I could feel the fire in my throat deepen as her smell washed over me. The thirst was getting over the top; I had to leave before the hunter inside me took over. I reluctantly turned and I felt her gaze burn into my back. I wanted so desperately to let go and quench my thirst, but I felt an even stronger urge to keep her alive. I don't know why, but I felt as if her life was very significant. As I walked past Emmett and his next meal, I gestured for him to follow, and when he saw the wild look in my eyes, he followed. I heard him mumble some sort of apology and then felt his hand on my shoulder.

"Dude-"

"Not now Emmett." I fumed. Trying to stay as calm as possible. My face was set in a mask; clenched jaw, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wild. But on the inside, I was fighting my thirst with all my might. That wasn't the only battle that was erupting in my mind; there was also a fight between my instinct and my new found feelings for this girl. She smelled so good, just do what you usually do and charm her into your bedroom, it won't be so hard.

But she looked so innocent and confused, like she knew me or something.

Stop being ridiculous, how could she know you? You would have remembered a smell like that. I swallowed back the flames that exploded in my throat at the mention of that tantalising smell.

I don't know, I have a feeling she has a connection with me.

A connection? You've bee watching to much TV. It doesn't work like that and you know it. I decided to agree to disagree. I would deal with this some other time.

Later that night, I was reading my new book; Wuthering heights, Emmett was out with the Redhead from the mall, and I was home by myself. At least he was getting a feed tonight.

EmPOV

The chubby girl was immensely enjoying all of the comments I was throwing at her. She kept smiling that retarded little smile and I kept smiling back. As I walked her to her door, she batted her eyelashes at me (which looked like she had something in her eye) and she gestured with her finger, for me to follow her. We got to her room and she tried, unsuccessfully, to seductively welcome me to the bed. This is just to easy. I thought to myself. She laid on the bed and I sat next to her, she closed her eyes and I began kissing my way up her fat little neck. Yuck, yuck, yuck. When I got to the best point I opened my mouth and she let out a small squeal and her blood flowed down my burning throat and my thirst began to quench. Once again, my strategies in hunting have been successful; I praised myself as I sucked the poor human dry. When I was finished, I cleaned up my mess and wiped a stray bit of blood from my chin. I laughed to myself as I licked my lips and left her house.

AN: so what's ya think, should i continue writing it, or is it a stupid idea in the first place? I dunno. Edward seems a bit insane when he has a convo with himself, but oh well. (he isnt crazy!)lol :)