Ambrosia Hatton was in a permanent state of distress since she had barrelled headfirst into the unnamed vampire in the bookstore. The human had soon found herself seated in the passenger seat of a relatively nondescript black car, the scent of it indicated that it was new- or at least well cared for though the tires and sides were splashed with mud and she didn't even want to know what that indicated. This man, whoever he was, hadn't given even the slightest clue of who he was or what he wanted- nor had he answered any of her shakingly asked questions as he crinkled her new phone and tossed it as effortlessly as a tennis ball from the window. They were soon speeding along at an incredible rate and despite how used to Edwards reckless driving she was- Ambrosia couldn't help but be horrified by the speed.

"Who are you?" Ambrosia tried again, she didn't know why it mattered so much, he was clearly an evil vampire with evil intentions but for some reason, knowing exactly who he was seemed like the next reasonable step. There was very little a 'fragile human' such as herself could do in this circumstance. Her heart felt ready to fly from her chest, breathing spiking and all she could do was stare at the greenery of the forest around them, doing her best to remember where they were going in case she could somehow, impossibly, manage to escape.

"Stop asking questions" he returned, voice completely blank of all emotions and that was worse that a black anger could ever be. He was emotionless, uncaring as he drove and it was petrifying. Ambrosia felt as though she was dangling off of a cliff, suspended and waiting to fall and there was absolutely nothing she could do except panic and wait for the inevitable. "I'll happily kill you right now, but you aren't for me. I'm just a delivery service."

"Delivery for who?" She was proud of her own question-asking skills. She was an introvert, shy even with those people that she trusted but fear of death would do peculiar things to people.

"That's the real question." He mused, his eyes not even so much as shifting to look at her as he sped along the road. "Your Cullen friends are sloppy, it was as if they wanted someone to take you. I suppose if I kill you, it will save them a job."

"You don't know anything" she clicked, shocking both of the car occupants.

"And here, I was told that you were the quiet one.... you realise Ambrosia" the way he said her name made her skin crawl. "You are nothing more than a pet- they were inevitably going to dispose of you either way. Vampires have no usage for humans beyond feeding." He hummed and it made her heart sink. Ambrosia Hatton trusted in Edward one hundred per cent, she had since the very first day and maybe that was her downfall? Maybe in reading all those novels, she'd deluded herself into thinking that those kinds of undying, irrevocable loves truly existed. Could she have been fooled? Either way, it had surely stopped her from talking as the rain on the windows became her main focus. Her captor grinned at her newfound submission.

"Here we are" the man hummed out and she flashed her gaze forward, frowning. Ambrosia didn't know what she expected- But that certainly was not it. The house was beautiful, a small one-story white house with a wrap-around porch and a pretty emerald green door. Its location was incredibly random, as though it had been cut from a scene in a movie and plopped randomly into the forest. The driver skidded off-road and over a patch of grass to come to a stop and it became evident where the mud on the sides had originated.

"T-this is it?"

"Hmm," he answered honestly, shrugging as he dragged himself out the door and into the rain. There was something about this man- something new. He seemed so attuned to the time, acclimatised to modern society which was something the vampires didn't usually have. Edward still spoke as if he was from another time and she loved that about him but this man was different and it was disconcerting... This man must have been a newborn and that didn't bode well for Ambrosia as she reluctantly followed him into the sheeting rain. So far, he hadn't done anything to harm her and she wasn't going to provoke his anger.

Rain splattered down and painted her curls against her slightly rounded cheeks, soaking the hoodie she wore tightly onto her skin and she blinked as it caught in her eyelashes. Beneath her, the thick squelching mud-soaked over her leather trainers and she cringed despite herself, stepping uncomfortably to stop herself from sinking completely. The house had no path, no letterbox and all the plant pots stood empty... It seemed so unprofessional, completely unfinished but her harsh observation was soon sliced in half as a figure progressed onto the porch in front of her. It didn't matter that the rain danced in her green eyes- Ambrosia would recognise that flaming red hair anywhere, even after years of separation.

She was as beautiful as Ambrosia's memory recalled, and the thirteen-year-old flashes came into focus, a face being given to the name finally. There was something so strange about the vampire as she smiled down at her. She looked at Ambrosia as if she was looking at her child for the first time in years.

"Victoria"