Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

A/N: Nothing really new in this chapter, just a few grammatical errors that I fixed. I thought the beginning of my story was still prefect, so I chose not to embellish on it.

Another lighting bolt lit up the night sky as I drained the last drops of blood from last donor of the evening. I leaned back from my victim's body and let it drop before my feet. I stepped back to survey the area.

'Not a soul in sight'.

I looked back down to the lifeless corpse that lay at my feet.

'Hmm....now where can I discard this body properly?'

I searched the area around me again. It was just another run of the mill alley way. Infested with rats, empty beer bottles, meaningless pieces of wayward trash scattered everywhere, but there along the left wall of the building was an opening large enough to push a body through.

I crouched down and lifted the body easily in my arms. I proceeded to walked down the alley way, carrying my dinner, - or would that be dessert - to its new destination of the whole on the wall that I found. A familiar tingling began to creep into the back of my head.

'Oh shit, not now,' I thought.

I quickened my pace to the hole I found. But no sooner than three steps into my hurried pace, that the onslaught of human memories pushed their way into my mind blanketing my senses and blinding me. Grunting in sudden pain, I dropped to knees with my victim still in my arms.

I hunched over the body as the memories continued their assault on my mind. In my mind's eye I could see every memory my victim had ever had. The good, the bad, and the insanely funny. Though these were somehow different, more painful, more vivid, more real, than I had ever experienced in my whole 108 years of life. I should have known when the first drop of their sweet blood hit my tongue, that these memories would hit me like a freight train. While I was almost completely incapacitated by the rush of memories and emotions that flowed with them, I was still acutely aware of my surroundings. A light drizzle had begun to fall, lightly coating my chestnut locks, as the memories began to ebb.

I knew it wasn't over though, as it was with all sugar-laced victims, as I like to call them, the worst was still to come. The victims with the sweetest blood usually had the worst the memories, and even though the initial shock of having them forced into my being wrecked havoc on my latent human emotions, the real pain came in the form of their most cherished memory, and that always came at the end.

Lifting my head skyward and blinking past the red tainted tears that slowly began their decent down my cheeks, I felt a small amount of peace as I willed myself into a stillness that only the undead can possess. Within a split second of my new-found stillness, the memory rushed into my head with a feeling of waves crashing upon the shore, only this wave did not immediately receed back into the ocean. It remained on the shore of my brain and pulsed like a heartbeat, slow and steady. I closed my eyes and the images began to filter through. My victim and another human, or what I thought was a human, walking hand in hand in a meadow.

Strange, I know this place.'

Even though I saw everything through my victim's eyes, I can hear and smell things she couldn't. Like the rush of cars that went by on the highway five miles to the east of the meadow. Or the smell of the moss that grew on the tree trunks that lined the forest's edge. She looked down that the two linked hands that slightly swung between her body and her companion's. Feeling her lips twitch in a smile, her gaze followed the linked hands up the arm of her companion's and settled on their neck. Her gaze lingered there for more than a minute and I suddenly noticed something she didn't. Her companion did not have a pulse, but I did notice that they had an Adam's Apple, so I at least knew that her companion was male. She continued to move her eyes to her companions hair. It was slightly disheveled and an unnatural shade of bronze. She watched as her companion ran the fingers of his free hand through his bronze locks. A feeling of familiarity tugged at my heart, but I wasn't sure why.

Her companion stopped in the middle of the meadow, stopping her as well, and unlinked their hands. She looked at him in confusion, and when he cocked his head to the side, she came to stand in front of him. His eyes were closed and a smirk lay on his lips. She looked over every inch of his face searched for the cause as to why they stopped. His arms slowly rose up to encircle her waist and bring her closer to his body. She instinctly put her arms around his neck and rested the left side of her face upon his chest. While she was basking in the strength of his arms around her waist and feeling the smooth hardness of his muscled chest, I couldn't help but notice that she never realized that his heart wasn't beating. She was too wrapped up in the notion that this man, this beautiful man, she thought, had brought her here to this place of utter beauty. As she breathed in deeply, so did I, and the scent was so intoxicating that I hunched once again over the body that still lay lifeless in my arms.

'I know this scent.'

I silently wept over my victim's body as I felt one of his arms retreat only to place a finger under her chin. I felt it as well as the strongest part of the memory began to pulse even stronger in my mind.

'Thank god, it's almost over.'

During the strongest emotional parts of the memory, my vampire senses become extremely heightened and I can feel what my victims felt physically.

The finger coaxed her chin up and as she began to life her face up towards his, his hand slowly cupping her cheek. She closed her eyes and smiled at the softness in his touch. How she couldn't feel the cold temperature of his skin was beyond me.

'Stupid human.'

She could feel his face coming closer to his, and she inhaled as she felt the velvety smoothness of lips descend upon hers. Her heart rate slowly began to climb as she felt the cold tip of his tongue run along her bottom lip, silently asking to be let it. I licked my bottom lip to see if I could taste him, but that was one sense that never traveled over from the memories. She sighed and parted her lips slightly and in doing so allowed him entrance to her mouth. His tongue slipped in and ran smoothly along hers. Timidly, her tongue came forth and slowly ran along his as he had done to her. Their kiss never became fevered or rushed, just a slow movement of lips and tongues as they both marveled in each others' touch. He slowly pulled back and lay one last soft kiss on her lips before pulling back all together and exhaling. With her eyes still closed, another lazy smile crept upon her face once again.

"Look at me," he said, his voice like velvet.

'I know this voice.'

As she slowly opened her eyes and focused on his, I wailed, ripping my mind from the memory and the face of my victim's companion. I opened my eyes peering down at the body in my arms and quickly shoved it away from me, suddenly disgusted by its presence in my arms. I grasped my head in my hands as the pain from ripping my mind away from the memory hit me. I continued to get flashes from the last memory: the meadow in all its beauty, the strength in the arms of the man that held my victim, the smoothness of his lips as they touched hers, but I had felt them on my own, the scent that was so intoxicating to my senses, and then the last and most painful flash was of his eyes. A green so vibrant that it couldn't have existed naturally on a human. A green somewhere between the deep green of an emerald, and the paleness of a peridot. The same green eyes that I had fallen into almost eight decades ago. I suddenly lurched forward and braced myself on the cold concrete below me on my left hand, while my right one was still firmly grasping my head.

"Edward," I breathed.

A/N: Next chapter up soon, I promise.