Author Note: As stated in the description this story is going to be very graphic and a lot of mature writing. This is actually a story I have been working on that I'm now changing to a "Twilight" story to see what kind of response I get from it. Please feel free to comment, positive or negative. Some of the character that we normally see together, aka the Cullens, might not be together. I'm still mapping out who will play what role and where. Please keep that in mind. Some of the chapters will contain S/M play and some graphic details on the murders. Keep this in mind also.

Read and Enjoy! Let me know what you think.

Bethy99

"Madam! Madam!" I glanced up from my paperwork, that seemed to be stacking up on my desk. I see Garrett walking hastily towards me. I glanced towards the clock on my desk to see that it was six am. When I heard the click of the door closing, I glanced back up to the beautiful man in front of me. His face was cut just like a angel of the gods. Square jaw, with beautiful dark brown eyes. His face was surrounded by long brown hair that seemed to heighten his angled jaw. Even though he was beautiful to look at,his face was covered with terror. I sighed, "Don't tell me it happened again Garrett?"

He continued to stand there, staring at me. I growled as his memories flashed before my eyes. "Where is she?" I stood up and started to move around the big mahogany desk, determined to find her. "Bella you can't." Garrett put his hands up. "The CPD are everywhere out there and sunrise is only a moments away."

My eyes grew black as more images flashed around in Garrett's mind. I gasped and started to fall to the floor. Garrett grabbed my arms halfway to the floor. I moaned, "That son of a bitch has found me. Damn it Garrett, he's found me." Garrett's hands were firm on my arms, picking me up and pulled me into a tight embrace. I whimpered into his chest thinking that after all these years, the bastard found me and is now hurting the people I care for.

Garrett whispered into my hair, "My queen you need not worry. I will protect you as I have for centuries. He will not harm you." I sighed and closed my eyes for a brief moment, enjoying the contact of someone else. As my eyes slowly opened I pulled myself away from Garrett. He knelt down and kissed my knuckles then stood back up. "I will call the council. We shall alert them about this. Have them come to help decide his fate."

I nodded, "Go. Call all that could come to aid." Garrett bowed his head and left the office, closing the door so that I may have some peace to mourn a young girl. Dazed by what was happening in this world. I slowly walked back to my chair as I thought of trying to bury myself in the paperwork, but I couldn't focus. With ever attempt, the images came creeping back into my mind. Then I started remembering the past.

It was the summer of 1878 in London. I had just turned eighteen and from a very poor family. My mother had set me up with the richest man in London, James Moreau. He was, is, very charming and handsome. I was so young and gullible.

The story starts on one summer night. I was leaving my uncle's bakery when I saw a very handsome man across the street watching me move. His eyes followed me from one way to the other. It made me uncomfortable so I started to walk a little faster than usual, but he's steps matched mine. I then realized that I had to cross the road, where the man stood.

I took a deep breath and walked across. As I got closer his smile got wider. "Cherie," he whispered as he reached for my hand. I took a step back, pulling my hand away from his reach. Now that I could really look at him, he was tall and very lean. Long dirty blonde brown hair that was below his shoulders, which he had pulled back into a lower ponytail. Something about him frightened me though. His smile faded and he bowed his head. "Sorry Cherie, I didn't mean to scare you. I have just been struck by your beauty and I wanted to meet you. I do apologize."

I stared at him for a few moments. He was absolutely gorgeous and he took my breath away. His charm started to wear me down, as a smile slowly came to my face. He didn't seem harmful now with the half croaked smile he had placed on his face that seemed soft, gentle. His lips were full and a deep red. I started to wonder what it would be like to kiss him. That's when his smile slowly got bigger.

I shook my head and gave him a shy smile. He bowed again then extended his hand to me, which I placed my hand in his. He bent down without breaking eye contact with me as he kissed the back of my hand. His dark blue eyes were like looking at the deep sea. They were beautiful and added to his Eastern sculpted face. Then his lips, they were cold but so soft against my hand. Chills went up my back as I watched him slowly stand. "James Moreau, at your service my lady. Do you mind if I escort you home," he whispered. I shock my head again since I knew I was just standing there staring. "It would be an honor to have you walk me home Mr. Moreau."

As we walked, he asked me about my family and why I was out so late at night. I was a little taken back by this gorgeous man and his interest in me. As I got home, he wanted to greet my mother. She came to the door and he asked her for the honor of taking me to his home for a gathering. My mother practically pushed me out the door with the acceptance.

The next evening he arrived with a carriage and two beautiful black Arabian horses attached, I felt I was going out of hell and into heaven, only to find out later, it's the other way around. He helped me into the carriage and told me that it will be a short ride to his home. When we arrived, I gasped at the presence of his home. It was gorgeous with the cathedral like structure. He opened my side of the carriage with his hand reaching out for me. I didn't even know that he got out. I placed my hand into his as he helped guide me out. He placed my hand on his forearm after I was stable on my feet and whispered, "We shouldn't keep them awaiting."

The doors opened as we stepped onto the landing and the inside of the home was as magnificent as the outside. People were lined up and slowly came towards us. They all bowed, then whispered something that I couldn't make out. Everyone was so beautiful and seemed to glow in the lights.

"Sir, everything is ready for dinner. Would you like me to take her upstairs to be dressed?" The beautiful girl standing before us, flickered her dreamy eyes toward me for a second and then back to James. "Yes Maggie. Please take her upstairs and have her dressed more accordingly."

I glanced down at my evening dress. I know it was new and was a little faded but it was the best I had. "This is my best dress," I mumbled.

I felt cold finger underneath my chain. The finger made me look up and right at James. He whispered, "It is quiet perfect on you. However, Maggie is from a very beautiful country called Ireland and she has this glorious dress that I would just love to see you in my dear."

His eyes turned almost black when they were deep blue. That made me a little on the edge, but I continued to stare at his eyes He just smiled and leaned forward kissing my forehead. "Go, my cherie. Our guest are waiting on you."

I just glanced at Maggie and motioned for her to continue. She bowed and walked up the stairs that seem to appear right in front of me. I felt a little light headed from all this, but James is so attractive, charming and rich which could help my family. I didn't want to mess this up. I decided that I would do anything to please him. That was a big mistake on my part.

Once Maggie had me in the time periods dress, the traditional ballgown with a corset, I glanced in the mirror. I looked beautiful. Maggie had applied a little rouge on my cheeks. The corset had pushed my breast up and made my waist look even smaller. She had pulled some of my hair down and let my long dark brown curls hang down my back. The deep red color of the dress, seemed to pop my deep brown eyes.

"The master will be pleased with you," Maggie whispered from behind me. I smiled at her and turned to hug her. "Thank you. This dress is breath taking. Why are you not wearing this?" She smiled and stepped out of my embrace. "I am help ma'am. I don't attend the parties. Please you must go. The guests and master are awaiting."

I smiled at her again and whispered my thanks. She bowed and whispered something that I didn't understand as she walked out the other door across the room. I looked at myself again in the mirror, adjusting a few things here and there. I turned and walked out the room. Once I got to the hallway and went to the stairs that lead to were James had left me. I didn't see anyone when I started down the stairs. My heart was pounding so loud and I was shaking all over. I glanced down to make sure my feet hit the steps the way they should when I heard a gasp from below. James was standing there now, which then I gasped as I looked at him. He looked absolutely breath taking in his black suit, but his eyes were on me.

I continued to make my way down the stairs, not leaving James's eyes. They looked darker from when I saw him last, which was only half hour ago. As I got to the last couple of steps I lost my footing and started to fall but James's arms came around me. My eyes were on the floor as I glanced up to James's eyes, they were jet black. As black as coal. As if he knew everything in my soul. He closed his eyes and cleared his throat. When his eyelids lifted, his eyes were back to the very dark blue that I saw before. I could have sworn his eyes were a lighter blue the first time I saw him. He slowly removed his arms from around me and grabbed my hand. He slowly brought it up to his mouth and kissed it. He placed my hand on his forearm then leaned over to whisper, "You look breath taking cherie," in my ear. I smiled, "I would have to say the same about you Mr. Moreau."

He chuckled which whispered across my skin send chills up my spine again. As his lips lightly brushed my neck then under my chin until they were lined up with mine. My breathing was shallow and I felt like I was hyperventilating. My eyes fluttered shut as his lips soft brushed mine. He whispered against my lips, "Please, call me James." Then his lips were on mine. This was my first kiss and it was unbelievable. His lips were demanding but so gentle. He lightly licked my lips and I gasped at the feeling. His tongue slid into my mouth as he moaned.

I didn't know what to do. I felt like a limp fish, not knowing what to do with my hands or mouth. I lightly placed my other hand on his chest and started to push him away. I needed air, and I needed it bad.

He finally broke the kiss, his eyes black as coals again. "That was your first kiss wasn't it cherie'?" I nodded, still not able to talk due to needing air. He smiled and rubbed my cheek, "We will have plenty of time to work on it." He leaned in and lightly kissed my lips.

I thought about that for a second, what did he mean by plenty of time? Did he attend to keep me? My heart started to pound in my chest as I was still trying to catch my breath. "Come cherie, our guest are waiting." He started to direct us towards the room off to the right of the front entrance. I smiled at the thought that he wanted to keep me, but I didn't know that I was walking into a trap at that time.

A knock on my door drew me away from the memories. A tall young blonde woman with her gear still on whispered, "Madam, the police are here and would like to ask you a few questions. Do you have a moment?" I glanced at the clock and noticed that it was now seven in the morning. Damn, I had been in my nightmare for far to long. I glanced back at my girl, "Yes cherie. I can speak with them. Tell them I'll be out in a moment."

"No need to come out Madam, we are right here." I looked beyond the blonde to see an older gentleman with a younger man at his side. Oh yes, I have seen both of them before. "Well, Captain Clearwater and Lieutenant Whitlock. What do I owe for this pleasure?" Captain's brown eyes narrowed and stared into my deep brown eyes. "You know why we are here Isabella. I want to know why your girls keep showing up murdered on my streets. Also, why is your name being curved into them?"