James walked silently through the forest as he walked away from the clan. Victoria and Laurent stayed behind, taking care of the group's affairs. He craved a specific kind of game tonight, prey that awakened his most primal instincts. His ancestral instincts guided him towards an intoxicating scent. He smiled, knowing this hunt would be...interesting.

Meanwhile, you were standing next to your car. It was the first day you arrived in Forks and the plan was simple: visit your cousin. But, of course, your car broke down in the worst possible place. The roadside was surrounded by trees and shadows, and you cell phone had no signal.

"That's great..." you muttered to yourself, as you tried, once again, to figure out the problem with the engine.

Then, a louder crack reached your ears, making you freeze for a second. "Probably just an animal..." you whispered, trying to convince yourself.

James, from his hiding place in the shadows, watched you with growing interest. The way his fingers tried futilely to check the car's engine. Every detail made his desire increase. When it finally decided to approach, moving like a mist.

"Car trouble?...Maybe I can help you, princess." James' voice sounded soft and almost hypnotic. You turned around quickly, eyes wide, surprised by the sudden presence of such a...disturbingly handsome man.