<Bella's POV>

As I sat at my usual table at the bar, searching for my next meal, It was then when I had seen him. He sat at the bar drinking shot after shot trying not to get lost in his dishearting emotions. I couldn't help but feel connected to him in some way.  I decided to approach him and see what he may be about.

"Come here often?" I asked him as I sat down on the red and black bar stool that was seated right next to him. He was taken aback by my response. He w asn't used to having women approach him and it was very noticeable.

"No I was just in the neighborhood and figured I'd stop and get a drink. Can I get you a shot or somethin'?" He asked.

I smiled at his generosity. "No thank you. I don't drink. Alcohol. So tell me, what brings you out on this dark and rainy night?" I asked.

He struggled to say why he was really here. I read his thoughts. His heart had been broken by a woman he loved. Unforunately I could not relate to him. I had never been in love as a mortal or as a vampire. I asked him, "How did she come to break your heart?" I was deeply interested while awaiting his answer.

"How do you know my heart is broken? What makes you think that?" He continued to take his shots and almost brushed off the question.

"I just feel it." I said. I placed my hand over his heart, "You see, it even beats differently. " I took my hand back and looked towards the enterance. A man about six foot three, pale white skin, dark navy blue eyes, and long messy jet black hair had entered. He too wasn't a regular here.

"Are you okay? I just realized I didn't introduce myself. I'm Edward. Edward Cullen." He said.

"I'm fine. Forgive me for my lack of heedfulness. Where were we?" I asked

He smiled at me and being to finish another shot. "So what's your name?" He asked facing me now.

"You think it best if you knew my name?" I asked in a mysterious tone.

He ordered another drink, " Hell I don't see why not Unless you have some sort of bad demons that I shouldn't know about." He chuckled.

"You can call me Isis." I said to him.

"Pleased to meet you Isis." He raised his shot class in the air and toasted to me and drank it.

"Likewise." I said.

"Well, It's getting late and I have work in the morning. It was nice talking to you," It drank one last shot, "hopefully I'll see you around." He smiled and exited from the back of the bar.

<Edward's POV>

It's chilly out tonight. I look down at my watch, 8:30pm. The night is still young. I may as well head back to the office and work on my report that's due at the end of the week. I'll smoke once more before I leave.  I placed the cigarette to my lips and begin to look for my lighter. I know I put it in my pocket where is it?

"Need a light?" A man asked.

"Uh, yea. Thanks man, I appreciate it." I bend down to his lighter and lit my cigarette.

"Yea, don't mention it. So you new here?" The man asked.

"Um, no. I've been here for about 7 years now. I moved here with my girlfriend. Ex girlfriend." I took one huge puff of the cigarette wishing it was something else that I was smoking.