Soooooooo, I'm writing a new story. I really thought the last Maximum Ride book was a disappointment, and Twilight is probably my favorite of the two books, no offense to any hard core fans, nor to JP. But I'm a real sap if you haven't already figured that out (and to anyone who really knows me, I tend to keep the sappiness on the inside for various reasons), and the Twilight series just is the ultimate sappy novel. But anyone reading this probably already knows that.

But, the idea for this story really isn't my original idea. However, anyone who came up with this idea, or is also using it and happens to fall upon this and find it eerily synonymous with your story, I promise you that I did not intend to offend you or copy you (to a certain degree) in any way. I really liked the idea of starting off a story with Bella as a vampire, so I decided to make my own little story. Note: there are serious Breaking Dawn spoilers, so don't read this if you haven't read all 4 novels! Also, Bella is a little OOC. But this is due to the fact that she was transformed into a vampire a little over 300 years ago, and I find it plausible, even probable, that she probably wouldn't act quite the same as she does in the books. And I also don't care if you hate this, it's for my own amusement really. I want to know what will happen in this story almost as much I hope you will.

Now, on with the bloodbath!

Summary: Bella was changed back in Albuquerque roughly around revolutionary times, like Jasper. However, she was not immediately seized by her creators and forced to fight in the vampire wars ensuing in the South, so she was left to wonder as a newborn vampire, waiting, without knowing it, for the day she'll meet Edward…

Disclaimer: Alright, alright! I'll admit that I once claimed to own Twilight…but I was dreaming!! Kill my subconscious for dream-fulfillment! Gosh, it's not like I really claim to own Stephenie's masterpiece!

1776-New Mexico

I woke up from the fire, and saw, well, everything. I could see the dust settle on the desert ground beside me. There was no sign of human life around me, nor had there been any for the past three days of my torture. I was alone, left only with the image of the beautiful demon who bit me, the memories of the excruciating pain thereafter, and this new…body. I certainly wasn't in the body I had before; I mean, I was, but this was different. This was not human, my heart wasn't beating, my skin was cold, my vision enhanced. I didn't even need to breath. What was I?

I could see the blurry outline of the only creature who could have caused this change in me. He was strikingly beautiful--like nothing I had ever laid eyes on. He told me to come closer, that he wanted to speak to me, to tell me something. How could I not obey the angel who beckoned me closer? I came so close I could smell the sweet scent of his breath, and see his red irises.

It was then that I felt the need to run away.

Instinct had jolted through me, filling me with adrenaline. But I didn't move; the angel's arms were wrapped around me in an iron embrace. He told me not to fret, this would only take a second; he was parched. Then, he bent his head down towards my neck, as if to kiss my collarbone, and sunk his sharp, white teeth into my neck. I felt a strange pull on my skin, like he was sucking…on my blood! But I couldn't move, oh, I couldn't move! This creature was literally sucking the life out of me! But he stopped for some reason unknown to me. And I gasped at the blood dripping down his jaw, my blood! I was enraged, shocked, and dreadfully frightened all at once.

Then I heard a terrifying growl, the growl of an animal on the hunt. But I could no more discern the creature from which the growl came from the color of the night sky--I was falling into unconsciousness.

The last human memory I had, other than the pain of the fire, was the acrid smell of burning incense…

Present Day--London

I clicked my cell phone shut as I hopped out of my black Audi, the new A4 edition. I liked to drive fast, but who wouldn't if they could run faster than the car did at maximum speed? I only kept up the façade so the humans wouldn't get frightened. But I would be lying if I said I didn't like the car.

I loped gracefully towards the charming café that was nestled in between an ancient bookstore, from which most of my very large library was purchased, and a small, conservative boutique, that most of my clothing was purchased from.

I was thinking of that first day, the day my life had started, ended, and started again. I was so confused, and all alone. I had wandered endlessly for days, frightened and depressed. I wasn't alone for long though.

I didn't know where I was, or how far I had gotten from home; I only knew that I couldn't go back. How was I going to explain this to my family? The answer was to not even try. I was gone from them forever. But while I was wandering, I stumbled across another demon angel who had the same red irises as the one who changed me. His name was Garrett. I had found a companion, but not one I was romantically inclined towards, even when he hinted that he was. Romantically inclined that is…

These memories where all brought full circle as I lingered on the previous phone call. Garrett wanted me to visit; it was my turn to go see him. I was already making the plans in my head--I would call in to work, also part of the façade: I had a ridiculous amount of money saved up over the past three centuries that I didn't like to think about; I would need a plane ticket; etc. etc. But right now wasn't the time; I was meeting up with Alastor.

I entered the café feeling rather conspicuous, and I tried to ignore the appraising stares that I could feel on my face. I ordered my usual black coffee, that I never drank, and took my seat across from Alastor. He was looking a little frazzled, if that was possible for a vampire.

"Hello, my dear, how are you?" His beautifully ancient voice inquired.

"Fine. The same as always," I replied in a bell-like tone. "But how are you, Alastor?"

"Ah, you concern touches me, my dear, but I am afraid that I can't give you the satisfaction of helping me sort this particular predicament out," he replied, rather distressed.

"Can't you at least tell me what or who this problem is about?"

"You ask tricky questions, Bella."

"Please, Alastor?" I begged. "I won't meddle if that's all your worried about."

He hesitated, "Well, it concerns my old friend, Carlisle. He and his family are in trouble with the Volturi."

"Oh!" I gasped. This statement brought back a ream of memories. I remember Alastor telling me of his friend the doctor. He lived in Washington somewhere with his wife and "kids". But that's all I knew of Carlisle. I knew more about the Volturi: the ancient family who had proclaimed themselves the royalty of the vampire world, and who enforced the rules they had come up with like the tyrants they were. I shuddered. What had the doctor done to upset the Volturi?

"Alastor, what did Carlisle do?"

"My dear, Carlisle did nothing; he is too good," he replied in an endearing tone. "The Volturi are preying, once again, on the talents his family hold."

"Talents?" I knew that most vampires had gifts beyond the norm, but I didn't think that any were so outstanding that another vampire, or vampires in this case, felt the impulse to start a fight over it. I myself had a gift, but, luckily, I had never needed to really use it in my defense. I only used it to protect the outside world from touching my mind, and I could stretch this protection to others surrounding me that I cared about, but that was the extent.

"Yes, the talent that Carlisle's daughter, Alice, has is particularly desirable to the Volturi…unfortunately."

"What kind of talents, Alastor?" I was curious about this family. Alastor had always held Carlisle in the highest regard, and now his family was about to get torn to pieces, literally, by the Volturi.

"And that, my dear, is where this conversation ends," Alastor said, looking morose. "I can't tell you anything else, unless you want to be involved in this mess as well. And you don't Bella, trust me."

"Fine, Alastor, but if you don't meet me back here in two weeks looking as normally perfect as you do now, I will come looking for you."

"Alright, Bella, don't worry, I shall be back by then, hopefully," And I could see the panic there, if only for an instant.

"Maybe I'll visit Washington while I'm in the states," I implied, nonchalantly. Then explained, "Garrett wants to see me. It's my turn to take the trip over-seas." I laughed, trying to ease the tension a bit. Seeing Alastor like this made me nervous.

"I think, Bella," he said, looking me straight in the eyes, "I think that would be a very bad idea." And his warning was real--this was not a situation I wanted to get caught up in. Realization was apparent on my face. He relaxed.

"Okay then. I'll stay out of this. But don't think I won't come looking or you if you're away for too long." And my warning was real. But he didn't seem as aware of this as I was. This situation was completely serious.

"Bella, I need you to stay out of this," his tone was pleading, as were his eyes.

"I'll try my best Al, but you know as well as I do that I can't keep that promise for very long."

Uh-oh. What's old Al up to? Anyway, this story won't be very long, nor will it necessarily have a sequel due to my own personal preferences. And don't worry, Edward will make an appearance…soon.

Thoughts?