Hey Guys it's the author of this story who fails at updating.

Forever Darkness has been nominated for an IndieTwiFic award so Im in the process of improving the writing and replacing chapters.

Please feel free to tell me off for not updating I have just been so uninspired for the latest chapter. Hopefully this nomination will kick me back into place.

Thank you again for your support,

Sarah xo

PREFACE

Chicago 1919

The smell was so sweet, so potent...it caused the venom trickle down the walls of my mouth in desire. It made my body shake with hunger, and my lips pull back over my razor teeth as a snarl passed through them. The owner of the blood was close by, I could almost taste it.

Quickly ducking through the shadows of the alleyways, I continued my search, trying to get Carlisle's voice of reason out of my head. I knew it was wrong to kill human's for my own bloodlust, to take innocent lives but I could not contain my addiction any longer. I had to taste this sweet, sweet blood just once, before the senses it was evoking would explode.

I rounded a corner, and from the shadows of the moonlight I could just make out a figure standing across the darkened road. Luckily the streets were empty, due to fear of contracting the influenza, so my victim was alone and from the looks of it- weak. I slowly crept forward, hoping my darkened crimson eyes would not give me away and with a final growl I lunged forward, knocking the light figure to the ground hard.

From the muffled scream I realised it was a woman, yet she did not put up a fight. I held her trembling body down, and allowed my nose to trace her collarbone and up her soft neck. She smelt so divine, that I could not help but shake in anticipation...yet I almost recognised the scent from earlier. It was a scent I was used to...one which overpowered my memories. However, before I could dwell on these thoughts the monster inside took over and I plunged my teeth into her jugular, the sweet liquid running into my mouth as a small scream escaped her lips.

I shivered in delight as I continued to take in her potently sweet blood, not caring that it ran down my chin. I heard a faint voice. A wetness fell onto my hand. I slowly looked to down, realising they were tears, and the voice was coming from the woman. I tried to block her out, trying to ignore her cries and –

"Edward..."

Taking another gulp of her blood, I looked up again, frowning. Why did that voice sound so familiar?

"Edward..."

She murmured again, and I was startled to hear my name. It had been so long since I heard an angel speak it. Could it be...

I began to quiver with fear, forgetting all about the blood which continued to gush endlessly from her neck and slowly I turned her shaking body over on the pathway, allowing her features to come into the light. As soon as I saw her eyes I knew. Oh how I had missed those eyes...their brilliancy had faded long ago...

"Bella...no, no..."