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No Authors Notes today just move on to reading. Weird and has nothing to do with anything but a girl I know met a German boy when he came to visit the U.S. and she fell in love, and then she saw him again when she went to Germany, and she was still way into him. Recently she got up the nerve to tell him how she felt over email. Lo and Behold he feels the same!

"Sometimes meeting someone new is a bad thing…other times not so much"

~Unknown~

Hunter

I ran as quickly as I could to find the vampire giving off their scent, making sure never to lose it or go astray and wove through trees and jumped bushes, nothing mattered except helping. Helping the person and the vampire. I'd run for miles and I was going crazy no matter what I did the aroma stayed still, pressing in on me from all sides as if it was all around me. Impossible. I gave up, the man was probably already long dead and buried. Slowing, I glanced around. Obviously I had strayed rather far from my original path, but the house on Half-Moon Way had been close, so I had to back track.

And I was getting ready to do just that when I heard yelling from just the left and front of me. Maybe the human was still alive, and I still had a chance. I sprinted through the trees just in time to see a lost hiker scramble out of a pond and make a break for the tree line. As much as I like to say that I'm always prepared for the unexpected, I wasn't. I had expected to see a much older vampire, both in vampire years and human, and a male but that just goes to say how wrong I was. The vampire that I did see was a woman, a young woman, a very beautiful woman, probably my age but I didn't have time to ponder any farther than that as I watched her latched herself to a nearby tree, thrashing and scratching. Fighting, I realized, fighting against him, the one inside her. It was stupid. The stupidest thing I have ever done in my life.

I threw myself at her as she dropped into a crouch and banged her roughly to the ground. The beast was yelling, telling her horrible things trying to persuade her to give up and give in. She was going insane, swinging her arms around wildly and at first I didn't get it. When her finger nails caught my cheek and sliced straight through the skin, I realized she was trying to hurt. She was trying to punish me for letting her meal get away. I snatched her hands, pulling them about her head.

"Stop! Stop it! You don't want this! He does! Whatever he's saying is a lie!" I said. I didn't know what else to do, but hold her down, and try to convince her that this was a bad thing, that what she was doing was something she didn't want. She contradicted me, but somehow I knew that the real her was being beaten down.

"No! NO! He's not lying! The man wanted death, he came to me! I deserve to be rewarded!" I didn't know what to say to that so I didn't, but what made me do it, I have no idea. I was just so desperate to help this beautiful stranger. I lifted her upper body by her upper arms and slammed her down again, hoping to stun the beast. The crack that resounded left me stricken wondering worriedly if I had used too much strength. I watched her face for signs of life, and when she groaned, I deflated, relaxing.

She looked up at me and I her eyes astonished me. I expected to see a pair of golden yellow eyes, or even dull red, but they were turquoise. Turquoise. As in blue and green. Never in my life, vampire or otherwise had I ever seen a pair of more vividly colored eyes, and I knew they would haunt me. Whether I never saw this girl again or if I saw her every day, I would always know her eyes. She seemed to be sizing me up to and I did the same, noting the position we were in. She saw what I did and her eyes grew in size, though I didn't know how that was possible. I looked at her, my eyebrows raised waiting for her assumption on things. I was not judging or taunting, just questioning. The words burst out of her with a force I knew was unintentional.

"Mind getting off? I'm not going to go postal and kill someone." I almost laughed outright, but the thought of how she would take that kept the smile smothered and the laughter somewhere hidden inside me. I rolled over and stood up, sticking my hand out to the beautiful girl up. She looked up at me from on the ground, and her eyes pierced me, but when her hair fell back to hang down her back, I made myself look at the rest of her. She had full red lips, and thin eyebrows arched perfectly over those wide turquoise eyes. Her hair was the most beautiful I had ever seen, thick black curls that hung around her shoulders. I sat down next to her.

"You're not from around London, are you? What's your name?" So she was smart, too, eh? Not surprising.

"Edward and your right, I'm from Alaska. I'm here on business." I said patting my pocket, wondering why I was giving this complete stranger so much private information. She seemed like a serious girl, she was silent staring into the lake, the hiker had tumbled into. She looked up into my face, before standing up.

"You're so far from home…What's your business? Maybe I can help you get home sooner." For some reason, Alice's face wiggled its way into my head, and I had no idea why.

"I'm looking for someone, I'm not sure if you would know her." She looked at me defiantly. Her words mirroring her expression

"Try me, I know a few people." I looked back into the water.

"Amanda Cullen. She was supposed to have come visit my family in Alaska a couple of days ago but she never came. I'm looking for her." I could have been wrong, but for just a second I thought I saw disappointment in those beautiful blue eyes.

"Can you tell me what she…what she looks like?" I studied her face, deciding she didn't want to know. This girl was peculiar, and I tried to slip into her mind. Only problem? I couldn't. There was nothing. No thoughts about me, or home or even hunting. There. Was. Nothing. I was astonished. All my life, I had never had any exceptions to my ability, but here she was. In the flesh, living breathing just barely proof of the fact that my ability was flawed.

"You don't want to know." I said shortly, irrationally angry over something as stupid as having exceptions.

"…I do want to know. If I can help, I want to." Her voice was quiet, and she wasn't looking at me. Something was wrong.

"She's has blonde hair, and she's vegetarian, I don't know what else. She could be considered beautiful by any standards. She may have a new last name now." She nodded, before standing up.

"Amanda Swan. She's my sister and she's been around for a year. Sadly, she and my brother got together and made a break for it."

"Made a break for?" she looked at me, as if deciding whether or not I would judge her by the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

"Well, I guess I'm exaggerating a bit. They come back to visit every month, but…I mean she made him leave me behind." She finished up her short rant by adding,

"I don't mean that" she rubbed her temples with her fingertips, though I knew it was more out of habit than actual pain.

"I understand he needed to go out, to learn certain things, and I suppose he needed time alone with his mate but he told me-" she stopped abruptly.

"Ugh! I don't know anything. I don't know why he needs to know so much about himself. I don't know why Amanda needs to see you guys so much. I don't know why I feel so, I don't know, just ugh about it." She looked over at me sharply.

"I don't even know why I'm telling you all this." I'd been staring at her through her rant, but now I looked away. We were just strangers to each other, not even acquaintances. I'd simply saved her from a lifetime of grief and she was going to take me to see her sister and I would leave. Simple, right? No. I wanted to stay with this girl. I wanted to be here, with this strange girl, whose mind I couldn't read.

"Jackson knows more than I do about where she'll be now or what she plans to do. I'll take you back to the house and you can talk to him." Her abrupt change in attitude shocked me into silence, and she picked up her trot.

"Come on if your coming." I sighed. If I knew this woman for a million years, I doubt I would ever be able to understand her. Emmett would say don't try to understand a woman, but I knew I wouldn't take his advice. When had I ever?