Overcast by Cara Mascara

It was the horrible reminder that had provoked him. When he'd walked into that clearing, the way Edward Cullen, one of the strange, amber-eyed 'vegetarians', was so protective for Bella Swan, an obvious human, he had been blasted with the horrible memories of the past he could never seem to forget.

He couldn't accept it. He couldn't accept that this Edward Cullen could accomplish what he couldn't those near two hundred years ago…

She smelled like heaven to him. Of course, that's only what he could imagine heaven smelled like. He certainly would never see heaven, if there were such a place. Not being the monster he was.

James hated what he had become. In a cowardly act of begging for anything but death, he had inevitably become the same monster that had taken everything from him. A vampire.

He was aware of how wrong it was to look at her the way he did, but he could hardly help himself. As far as James was concerned, she was the vision of perfection. Her golden waves cascaded down her back, her slender body shaped by the bodice she wore under her fancy dresses, the white gloves that adorned her hands a sure sign of upper class. Her eyes were as blue and clear as the Caribbean waters, her cheeks naturally tinted with a flush and her pink hued lips always twitched upward in a nearly unnoticeable smile.

But her scent… it was the most alluring he had ever smelled, which proved dangerous at times. On more than one occasion he had found himself in her bedroom, staring at her as she slept, fighting back the urge to sink his teeth into her soft, porcelain flesh and taste the nectar that pulsed beneath.

Constance was the beautiful young daughter of a wealthy judge, who constantly spoiled her with the latest French fashions, finest perfumes and most intricate jewelry. Though she was barely sixteen, James found himself fascinated with her, especially after inhaling the delicious aroma she gave off.

Though she lived lavishly and seemingly had no sense of hardships or labor, Constance was a sweet girl, good-natured and kind-hearted, though she was most certainly very naïve and vulnerable. James knew he should've stayed away, but the urge to know her was far too much to resist when she was so accepting of his strange behavior, no questions asked. She never confronted him about his constantly cold skin, of course he usually kept a few feet between them, and she never asked about his absence on beautiful, sunny days. She either ignored or didn't even notice it, which, he was not quite sure.