Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, I only own Gabriel my OC

AN: This is the real first chapter. Reviews are appreciated.

Chapter 1

1928 London

Ah London, my birthplace, I had been born around 100 km away from this beautiful hotel I'm currently staying in, The Burlington.

My room was a suite with three bedrooms but I only need one, my 'children' Edward and Rosalie had already returned to America, I'd be joining them in about three months but I needed some alone time, I hadn't been by myself since I'd turned Edward ten years ago.

They would be posing as husband and wife on the journey because if they posed as brother and sister, Rosalie would have half the men of the ship trying to court her.

My reminiscing was interrupted by a gaggle of simpering young women looking at me like I was dinner and especially interested in my empty ring finger.

I quickly stood to leave before one of them worked up the courage to actually talk to me, as I left I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and I guess I understood where the attraction came from; 6'1, blond, lightly muscled with golden eyes most women were attracted to me, the problem was that I am not the 23 year old that I appear to be but actually a 295 year old vampire. I bowed my head to the disappointed looking ladies and left the hotel lobby.

Even though I'm a vampire I don't drink human blood, my family and I only drink animal blood, which is why our eyes are golden and not ruby red which I have to say helps us blend in. talking of my family there are only three of us Edward Mason who at the age of 17 contracted influenza, whilst human he was very perceptive and could easily read people now he'd telepathic. Rosalie Hale who had been raped and beaten by her fiancé and his friends at the age of 19 was a very beautiful girl and had carried that over into her vampire life.

I enjoyed the fact that you could still walk down the street and start a conversation with perfect strangers and I took advantage of this before the human race stops being so friendly and trusting.

I'd been talking to an older couple about the quality of food at the Burlington hotel's restaurant, not that I'd ever tasted it, but I'd overheard lots of other guests talking about it and the smells so I knew enough.

Suddenly I smelt human blood from an alleyway about twenty feet away. I politely excused myself and walked over to the alley at a human pace, the alley was full of garbage, and old newspapers. Near the back, just out of human eyesight were two men one was being held against a wall by the other smaller man. The bigger one stank of alcohol amongst other things and the smaller was sucking the stinky man's blood, I had walked towards them without realising it.

The vampire turned around and asked in a surprisingly soft voice for a male "you're eyes are gold, how?" I noticed an Irish accent.

I turned my eyes away from the struggling human and looked at the Irish vampire, he was 5'10, with black hair that reached his ears and brushed the nape of his neck, he has what society would call a dancers body a tiny waist with broader shoulders with long lean legs and a posture that spoke of someone who had been whacked upside the head when he slouched as a child.

Naturally I took all of this in, in barely a millisecond before answering his question.

"I don't drink human blood, I never have. After four or five feedings the animal blood will cause our eyes to change to gold, I'm Dr Carlisle Cullen"

I held out my hand, I usually couldn't condemn the killing of humans but I noticed that Mr Stinky was still breathing and not screaming in pain so he wasn't turning into a vampire either. I wanted to know more about this individual, the vampire that is not the human.

"Daithi Quinlan" I had made it my mission to learn Gaelic when I lived in Ireland for thirty years in the 1700's so if I remembered correctly, which I did Daithi meant swiftness or nimbleness and Quinlan meant gently-shaped or athletic, from what I could tell his name suited him well.

"Is he…alive?"

Gabriel nodded and pulled on his gloves with the same ease that most doctors did which meant that he'd been doing it for a long time. The gloves matched his eyes and appeared to be leather, he pulled a small notebook out of his jacket pocket and scribbled something on it before taking out a small bottle of glue, industrial strength if I'm not mistaken and glued the note to the man's nose.

The first thought that came to my mind is that a huge chunk of skin would come off with that glue and then took out a small handgun, for a split second I thought he was going to shoot the human "get ready Dr Cullen" he warned me before firing three shots into the air and quickly began to scale the wall of the building.

As I followed him I put the pieces of the puzzle together; there had been loads of newspaper articles on the self-appointed vigilante tracking down criminals and then sticking their name and crimes on their noses before firing three shots into the air and promptly disappearing.

Over the last two years a grand total of 112 men and women had been apprehended under these circumstances, the London police had named him The Detective. How did he know all of their crimes? Did he follow them for weeks? How did he keep them alive after biting them? Was there an anomaly in his venom? Was it his gift?

We were at the top of the building and looking over into the alleyway below; quickly four policemen came running around the corner blowing their whistles menacingly.

We proceeded to walk along the rooftops in silence "Are you alone Dr Cullen?" asked Daithi suddenly.

"No, my coven has two other members, but thy departed for America yesterday, I needed some time without them, I'm a surgeon specifically. What about you?"

Daithi changed direction towards a less populated part of London as he answered.

"Me? I'm alone, I was born in 1710 in Dublin; I was turned on my twenty first birthday. I'm no doctor but I do own a dance studio a few miles away, because I'm a vampire I can never accomplish my dream of being a world famous dancer but I can certainly teach other people to dance."

We had walked a few more streets before my curiosity got the better of me

"Daithi, not to be nosy but how do you drink from your victims without killing them?"

AN: I got my OC's name from and I know my timeline is slightly different from canon's regarding a few things, but this is AU so please accept it. Also I really, really love reviews, so please review and check out my Trueblood fanfiction

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