Alistair is one of my favorite characters. His back story is tragic! I mean this man's father had his son turned into a vampire for power! And then Alistair lives his immortal life in complete solitude. No humans and no vampires, because he is a solitary nomad, he will live in areas humans can't fathom. But Bella will change this.

Preface:

Our world has lived among the humans for ages.

Living side by side.

Vampires.

Fairies.

Shapeshifters.

Werewolves.

Elves.

Together they are the council of supernatural.

We have laws in our world but the most important rule of all, never expose our kind to the humans.

It is forbidden and punishable by death.

There has never been an incident in our history. No one has ever been discovered, Except today.

Today our world was changed.

Chapter 1: Breaking the worst rule:

Desolation islands, France.

Red eyes Shone brightly as the black-haired man watched his meal sink to the freezing ocean depths. He would be the sea creatures issue now.

With Ease, the 6'2-foot vampire dived into the frozen depths. If he had been human, he would have had frostbite by now, but his body was immortal. Tough and hard like a stone. He might as well be a living rock. He sneered at the sea creatures that swam away from him. They knew he was dangerous and everything about him screamed predator. It often agitated him how skittish animals were around his kind. Unlike those of his race, Alistair could remember major details of his human life, Especially his love for Falcons. He missed it dearly and would watch them when he could, but as soon as they were alerted to his presence they flew away. Ignoring his thoughts, the black-haired vampire emerged out of the dark depths and into his underwater cave. It was gem, he had discovered by accident. The cave itself reminded him of a small pool. Surrounding the water was dry ground. If he dived under again, he would make it to the other side of the island. It worked as an emergency exit, not that he would ever need it. He was basically underground. Alistair was quick to take off his coat and start a fire. It wasn't that he needed the warmth, but it did help to have dry clothes. He had a small smile in the corner that he needed to wash. His clothes tended to get dirty after a feeding and while he didn't mind the dirt, he hated the smell. Mildew and ocean water. It was revolting. So, he either found himself stealing clothes or washing them in the water.

He didn't really need clothes and he had met a few nomads that barley wore anything, but he couldn't imagine, strutting around with his junk hanging out, that just wasn't what he was about.

With that in mind he headed towards the pile of clothes. As he grabbed them a small cough was heard.

Alistair froze.

There was no way. No possibly way anyone could be in here. He was practically underground.

"I must be losing my mind." He mumbled as he took the dirty clothes to the water. That included taking off his old ones.

And then there it was again.

A small cough with a wheezing sound just behind it.

Freezing again, Alistair let out a hiss. It was a warning to whoever dared managed to enter his home, which was practically impossible. For anyone to get in here, they had to hold their breath and hold it long. Not only hold their breath but hold and dive into freezing cold water, water so cold it would kill the average human. So, to a vampire it was no issue, but to a human there was no way they could survive. But why would another vampire come down here. There was no need. Besides no one knew his location. He didn't have any Friends. He didn't have a mate. And the one decent person he had met so long ago, had a coven of his own, so it couldn't be him. The very thought of a companion struck a chord in the black-haired Englishmen. No. He would never trust another person again. Trusting someone is how he became what he was today. He trusted his father. He trusted him and yet look where it got him? Three days of burning? Slaughtering the first people he saw, accidently killing his father because he didn't know his own strength? No, trust got him a life of loneliness. A life alone with his only his thoughts and to make it worse, it whole bloodline was gone. The night he awoken he had run back to his family home, only to find everyone gone. To his horror he realized they had all be sacrificed to his creator.

I should have never trusted any of them.

Alistair was quick to shake off his paralyzing thoughts as he moved towards the sound. It was coming from the deeper end of the cave.

He made sure to extend his fangs and hiss, as he approached his prey.

Alistair took a deep breath scenting the air, only to flinch when the strangest scent reached his nose.

Its smelled like a mixture of human, vampire, and something else. And then the scent changed. He then hit by a wave of vanilla and lavender and for once Alistair's throat was not on fire. Instead, his wanted to roll in it.

What. the. heck.

With urgency, Alistair approached the scent a clawed hand ready. He was going to end this. Whatever the heck this was.

With quick and yet quiet feet he approached the darker corner of the cave. Curled up in the corner was something.

It was small and seemed to be breathing shallow breath. Not wanting to care, or see, he ready a clawed hand.

Just as he was about to strike. A head looked up and eyes opened. Hazel eyes meeting his read ones.

And out of blue stuttering lips. What he realized now was a human, spoke.

"he-help…help…me…please…"