A/N: I had the idea for this sequel for a long time but I just haven't been able to write for a couple of months now. I'm not saying my muse is back but I'm taking it one day at a time. Anyway I hope you like the idea of this story and I aim to update at least once a week. There isn't any smut in this chapter but fear not there is smut in future chapters I promise. Taloolah xx

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Twilight, I just borrow Stephanie Meyer's characters and make them do naughty things to each other for the enjoyment of you guys.

CPoV

The street is dark, the moon shrouded in cloud, as I wonder along hiding from everyone. I am hungry, very hungry. A darkly delicious scent suddenly hits me as I turn down yet another deserted street. I follow it eagerly as if entranced and enslaved by it. I can hear the slow but steady beat of a young heart.

Forcing myself to stop, I look out into the darkness. A little way ahead of me I see a young woman. She is sitting on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees. I crouch in the darkness and watch her. Her head is resting on her knees and as she lifts it I catch a glimpse of reflection as a solitary tear rolls down her cheek.

In my life as a human I would have rushed to her side to see if there was anything I could do to help her but that is not an option, not now! Instead I must force myself to stay away from her. I must battle against the surge of need that is coursing its way through my body. The desire I have for her must be stopped.

I crouch, still as death, listening to her beating heart and taking in the delicious scent of her blood. My desire is fighting me for control. The monster within me wants to skilfully pounce upon her and drain every last drop of blood from her nimble body. To feel the warm elixir of life run down my throat as the last beat of her heart fills the silence. I want to caress that tender flesh and feel the warmth that it provides. My inner monster wants to sate my hunger and desires on this fragile human, to make her mine for eternity.

I can't. I won't. I am not a monster!

I take three, now unnecessary, deep breaths and try to regain control of the monster which threatens to overpower me. I focus on what is left of my humanity and begin watching the girl again. She seems cold and miserable on this dark night. I can hear her sobbing as she sits alone on the damp and dreary street. I begin to wonder how she came to be here. Why this street? Why this time? Does she have a family? Is nobody looking for her? Will she be missed?

With my last question I feel the monster trying to control me again. Wanting to do the one thing I will not allow. I cannot and will not kill an innocent person. There is another way and as difficult as it may be for me, for him. I will not let the monster rule my actions. My soul may have been taken from me but I am not willing to allow my last drop of humanity to be taken from me too.

In defiance of the turmoil within I turn myself away from her shadowy form and force my feet along the path away from her. Each step is a torture. I force myself to keep walking, to increase the distance between us. It seems like every cell in my body wants me to turn and head towards her but I am determined to win this battle.

When I am at what I deem to be a safe distance I stop and turn back to look at her. The clouds have parted a little and her features are illuminated by the moonlight. I see now that she is perfect. Her softly flowing hair falls in curls that pool around her shoulders. There is a flush to her cheeks as they reflect the moisture of her tears. She turns to stare up the street and I see the most beautiful eyes. They are deep and soulful with a youthful sparkle that is merely accentuated by the moisture of her upset.

Her body is slight but feminine. The roundness of her breasts is just visible as she curls herself up into an even tighter bundle. As I gaze at her it occurs to me that she looks as if she is trying to stop herself from falling apart. The turmoil that she is obviously feeling emanates from her and a wave of sorrow snakes its way along the street towards me. It seems to be licking at all the dark corners and makes the night suddenly seem even colder.

In the dark, a shadow moves and the girl jumps to her feet. She frantically looks around but to no avail. Her fragile human eyes cannot see anything. She begins walking away from me. There is an alley further along the street and it seems that she is heading for that. The monster within me wants to follow but I am not going to let him win. It would be easy to capture her once she enters the narrow passage that leads to the river. Her feeble attempts at escape would be pointless and her blood would be mine. Her blood and her body would be mine to do with whatever I pleased.

No! I hang my head in shame as I banish those thoughts to the back of my mind. This is not who I am. This is not what I want to be. I was good once and I am not going to let that goodness evaporate. I am not going to be consumed by this thirst that plagues me now. I begin walking away from that street. If I am away from such temptations then there will be no need for me to worry about hurting innocents.

My mind is made up. I will leave this place, never to return. If that means that I have to keep walking and never stop then so be it. I will not hurt a human. It is not what I want to be. I am destined to live a life of loneliness and even though that is not what I want, it is what I am willing to do in order to protect mankind from the monster I am bound to become.

Suddenly a shrill scream fills the air. I spin around and face the direction of the painful sound. My worst fears are realised as the scream comes again. It is coming from the direction of the alleyway at the end of the street, the same alleyway that the girl turned down. I start running and before I know it I am standing at the opening of the narrow passage. The screams have stopped. There is a strange smell in the air, a smell I do not recognise. It isn't the only smell though as the metallic sweetness of blood fills the thick air around me.

The rational part of me knows I should turn away and leave this place. The draw of the blood is too much and the screams sounded like it was too late for me to help now anyway. The human in me wants to run and fetch help or check if she's alright but the monster, he wants something else. He wants to taste the delicious blood that is filling his senses. His motives are dark and unsavoury. There is no concept of helping or rescuing her. The only emotion is hunger, hunger for blood.

As the battle continues within, I find myself taking quick steps into the dark space ahead. I am unsure which part of me is winning right now but I no longer care. I creep through the dark, listening for danger. I hear a faint heartbeat but know that it is close to death. As I close the distance between us I realise that she is not alone in the dark. There is a man by her side. He has no heart beat! He is not human, at least not anymore. He is a monster just like me.

As I approach he turns to me and stares with his red eyes. I stop and look at him. The girl drops from his arms as he licks a drop of blood from his full lips. His smile is tinged with the red of blood as his gaze fixes on me. I listen but there is no sound at all now. The only beating heart has stopped. The girl I so desperately wanted to kill is dead but not by my hand. He has drained her of all her blood and left her on the floor like some rag doll.

I want to attack him but something stops me. He has not yet looked away from me and there is something drawing us together.

"Bonjour! My name is Laurent and you are?"

The treacle tones of his voice set my cold skin on fire and although I abhor everything that he is and that he does, I know I can not keep away from him. Not now! Not ever!