Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer and all the characters except my OC

Chapter 4

That fear I had felt in my dream crashed over me as this strange man grabbed my arm. His hand must have been made of ice and I could feel the strength in his fingers as they wrapped around my wrist like a vice. Some ancient instinct in me was screaming at me to run away from this, this...predator. I looked around hoping that someone would see and come over to help, no-one was here. Just my luck. Was I going to die? I tried to steel myself, the one thing I had never been was a coward (at least not a big one) so I lifted my head up and stared into his eyes trying to appear brave.

"My my you are a strange one. I was designed to attract humans, draw them in like moths to a flame yet I can smell your fear." At this point he bent his head down to my neck and inhaled. He breathed out and I could practically feel him smirking "It is amazing and intoxicating." he stood back up to his full height and looked down at me with...hunger? in his eyes. My fear was covered by a wave of anger. I was a very emotional person.

"Look pal, I've had a really stressful day and you aren't making it any easier. So just say what you gotta say and leave me the hell alone." Anger felt good, it gave me back some strength. The fact that my voice didn't wobble filled me with pride and I stared at him trying to ignore the pain in my wrist, it was definitely going to bruise and all my self-defence training seemed to have flown out of my mind. His eyes narrowed and I saw anger flash in them again, yet strangely he released my arm and I felt the blood begin to flow to my hand again.

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The fear was rolling of her in waves and it added a spicy scent to her blood, that was simply mouth-watering. It would be so easy to have her blood, she was nobody a mere human. Prey to the superior race on earth. My race. The way that she spoke to me was so normal yet filled with contempt. Anger rushed through me, how dare she look down on me. There was something intriguing about her, the fact that she was not dead yet proved that. The last person who had spoken that way to me was screaming for mercy seconds later. Even though she tried to sound strong I could still tell that she was afraid. I looked down and was surprised to see I still held her wrist, her skin was warm, so warm against my ice cold hand. The warmth felt-nice. I stood back and looked her up and down. She was amusing for a human and she held my attention in a way no-one had in years. Why did she not run if she was scared? Why did she face me? What was her reason for coming here? How was she able to speak to me like that?

So many questions yet I kept them locked up inside of me. I smirked down at her and I could see her irritation with me growing. A playboy she had called me, that was a first. I leaned down to her again and I felt her muscles clench and her heartbeat increase. This mortal stood facing death and yet she stood her ground and did not back down. She had courage which was a rare quality in these times.

"Why are you smiling like that?" she snapped her voice showing frustration, confusion but no fear. Looks like I had, as Aro called it, a new toy to play with. I leant down near her ear and took one last breath of her scent. She would merely be a passing interest and I could easily dispose of her.

"Just because I know we''ll be seeing a lot more of each other."

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Gah!!!This man was hell bent on annoying me. What was wrong with me that I only seemed to meet weirdos or in his case killer weirdos who are handsome and have the most perfect fac-. Stop brain stop! I frowned up at him and replied in my most haughty and frosty tone. "I highly doubt that. I don't make a note of meeting arrogant pompous jerks." I truly expected him to hit me and I braced myself for the blow. It never came, he smirked again and turned away. I stared after him for a second feeling something like regret settle on me but I shook myself and began to walk away.

"That's what I though you'd say but you will come around soon enough." his voice was dripping with confidence and arrogance. I spun around intending to tell him just what I though to that comment but to my anger he had gone. Cursing over the fact that he had had the last word I left the park. I tried to get a sense of what Forks was like but my damn mind kept bringing up that man. I didn't even know his name. I'd have to ask next time..NEXT TIME!!! Great now my mind was turning against me. The only way to set me straight was a nice talk with my older sis. I quickly found directions to the Cullen house and began to walk. I enjoyed walking, nature and outdoor activities it helped me feel more connected to the world. Still that annoying guy stayed in me thoughts so I tried to wonder what Bella would say when she saw me probably something like "why have you broken into my husbands house?" I didn't care what her creepy husband said I had come to see Bella and that's just what I was going to do. Soon enough a white building appeared on the horizon.

So this was the Cullens house, a bit big but it was a gorgeous building. Apparently the others were out on a camping trip and only the doctor remained. I saw an open window and smiled. The wall looked easy enough to climb and I began to move up it, praying that no-one heard me. Finally, I reached the window and swung my legs inside. Suddenly I heard a feral growl come from inside, looking up I met the blood red eyes of... a painting. I relaxed and looked up again. It was a painting of 4 men. They all looked familiar and- no way there was Mr arrogant himself standing and looking like he owned the world. I saw a date written in the corner 1855. It had to be a joke or maybe just a relative. Yeah that was it still the resemblance was a little scary.

I heard that growl again and looked around, I couldn't see anyone yet I had the feeling I was being watched. Now I am not a paranoid person but the atmosphere of the house, the feeling and the scary picture was freaking me out a little. The house was almost silent. I looked around and found the house empty. She wasn't here. I climbed back down the wall and began to walk back home, the feeling of being watched followed me until I stepped inside my house. As I lay down to sleep that night the only thought going through my head was. Where is my sister?

AN: Sorry for the delay. Do you think I did his POV OK. Someone said it should be more arrogant and I tried to do that. Sorry for the painting thing. I can't remember where the Cullen house is and I think there might be a photo of Carlisle with the 3 others but I modified it to suit the story. I didn't want to move the story on too fast. Please read and review.

Sneak Peak

The lights behind me switched off and I was left alone in the darkness. I began to walk home cursing myself for not agreeing to get a ride with dad. The street was empty and desolate, I was walking when I heard it a second pair of footsteps behind me. Without looking back I sped up praying that whoever it was would leave. More footsteps appeared and I knew there was a group. Dread began to wash over me and I walked even faster. Then a guy stepped in front of me with a glazed and drunken look on his face.

"Well looks like we got lucky tonight boys."