This is Alexander's P.o.v. (Ella's love interest) of how he first met Ella. Hope you like it. I'm still learning so if you have any advise please write me.

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight or any of the characters.

Prologue:

Green Eyes

I was after her; I could tell by the way she glanced over her shoulder she knew that as well. Yet the human creature had no escape. Tonight would be the last night she would breathe the crisp autumn air.

I stepped out of the shadows and into the dim lit street. I walked toward her silently, her luscious sent taunted me. Tonight I wouldn't deny myself that sweet taste. I wouldn't 'play' with her, like my brothers, I would just take my feed and leave.

She looked over her shoulder anxiously, her green eyes widened in shock as she found that I was right behind her. As a predictable human, she opened her mouth to scream. I placed my cold stone- like hand over her mouth, her young eyes going wider with fear.

"It'll be over soon," I murmured softly. She began shaking her head trying to release her mouth from my hand. I pressed harder on her mouth and leaned toward her neck. My throat ached, a fire of hunger, and the venom flowed into my mouth. I bit down into her soft flesh and drank the delicious blood.

She didn't struggle as my usual victims did she gave up quiet easily. I drank until the blood ceased and I drew back to see her non-seeing green eyes still wide open. Gently I used two fingers to close her eyes. For some odd reason I always felt remorse about killing the women especially women of green eyes.

Green eyes. I would never forget them. Eyes of intelligence set into a face of a child.

I had just finished off my latest meal and was burying it to destroy evidence. When she walked up to me I could still picture the way the moon danced in her bronze curls and how her green eyes scrutinize everything I was doing. At first I didn't know what to do, she was a young child easily to get rid of and yet I couldn't make myself do it. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of green—froze me in place.

"What are you doing?" She had asked softly. I blinked unable to think. Usually humans—especially young children—would run, yet she stood a few feet away from me in a long white nightdress with unusual wise eyes.

"What is your name young one?" I asked quietly, ignoring her question.

"Eleanor Masen." She had said just as quietly. I was still trying to figure out—should I kill her or… That's when her jaw set stubbornly. "It's not very polite for someone to give you her name and not have his in return."

In spite of myself I laughed and gracefully bowed. "My apologies Miss Eleanor my name is Alexander Hansom."

She had giggled which caught me off guard—it was quite lovely to hear. My lips curved into an unfamiliar smile.

"Tell me Eleanor why are you out here at night?" Her eyes flashed and she stared at the ground she bit down on her lower lip. "You don't have to tell me little one" I said backing up a step. I had to go. I had to get away from her, yet part of me yearned to stay and—I shook my head angrily what ridiculous thoughts of wanting to comfort a human!

"Well," She began and her soft voice froze me to the ground. " I'm running away."

"What? Why?" I asked incredulous. I knew ii shouldn't be interested in her petty life but still at the thought of her out here by herself. Unthinkingly, I shuddered and my eyes widened.

"…I had a fight with my brother, Edward, and he told me to leave him alone. So I am, just too make him fell guilty…" She babbled on, but the slightest beat of earth caught my attention they were coming—they knew I was here.

There was two options: one, to let them come and let them kill her—something deep within me growled furiously surprising me once again at the strong sense—second I could carry her back home and order her to go back to bed and never mention this to anyone. Quiet easily done, since I could order any human do anything I want them to and they would do it against there will. I choose the latter.

I scooped her up in my arms and began to run—I was faster than my brothers and sisters. I could get her home and safe—as long they didn't follow her scent.

"Your cold," She murmured sleepily, I had looked down and was surprised as her eyelids began to droop. Her scent wasn't all that powerful but smelled of fresh roses. Still the ache in my throat and the flow of venom—I shook my head distracting myself. For some absurd reason I wanted to keep this small child alive.

"How old are you young one?" I asked, curious.

"I'll be seven in December." She mumbled laying her head on my chest. I was dumbfounded she seemed completely comfortable no fear, no cringing out of my cold arms. She was different and I found myself unintentionally liking it.

I found her house quite easily—partly because her scent was strong around the house the other was because I knew every house. By the tied together sheets that hung from an open window, I had a feeling I knew how she got out her two story bedroom. I climbed the bed sheets with Eleanor—was I really calling her as if she was my equal?—securely in one of my arms.

I stepped through the window and into a medium size room. It was a typical child's room, with a large bed taking up most of the room. I walked to the side of her bed and pulled back the quilt and gently placed on her bed. She had looked so innocent—her sleeping face always found it's way in my mind, whether I was willing to see it or not.

I came back to the present as the frustrating questions began to circle in my mind. They were impossible to answer—because the truth was I had no intention of meeting her again. Second, I was thousands miles away from Chicago—from where I met her.

"Are you going to stand there all night, Alex?" I glanced over into the shadows from which I had come. The salute of my creator stood still.

"No," I murmured. He watched silently as I rid myself of the evidence. When I finished he stepped into the dim light, instantly in front of me. His dark brown hair was ruffled and his burgundy eyes watched me worriedly.

"You have been acting strange lately." He stated in a clear base voice, I avoided his eyes.

"It's nothing, Daniel," I said looking up into the sky. Still the haunting green eyes froze me in place.

"You're worrying your sisters, Alex. Margie and Sarah have asked time and time again why you are so…depressed. Nicholas and I are also wondering." Daniel said calmly—still his voice sounded worried.

I took a deep breath and focused my gaze on Daniel. My mind making a snap decision and before I could take the words back they flowed from my mouth in a rush. "Daniel, can we go back to Chicago,"