AN: World of Darkness (WoD) is a fictional roleplaying universe. I have used Vampire: The Requiem and Werewolf: The Forsaken as inspiration, trying to combine Stephenie Meyer world with well-known supernatural horror lore. (Wanna know more? Go there- .org/wiki/World_of_Darkness)

This story will, at some point, contain gore and blood. More than the original Twilight series, much more. This is a warning, prepare yourselves.

Everything written like this is supposedly Swedish, because I'd like others understand it, too, not only Swedish and few Finnish people. ;)

~One year after Breaking Dawn: no imprinting on Renesmee, but guilty from trying to kill the baby. Cullens moved away to hide from Volturi, wolf packs joined back together.

A plane landed on the Port Angeles airport. It smoothly slowed down on the shining wet asphalt and finally stopped. Anna Berggren stared out to the pouring rain. It was 4 am and she was tired and exhausted from the long travel and yet there was over an hour till her destination. Anna was small of her age, only 5'1". She was 17 years old girl with bright blue eyes and really long, light brown hair - somewhat ordinary looking Swedish girl. Except for the hair: no-one really grows their hair that long because it's extremely impractical.

However, she got her baggage and started wandering around the fairly small airport. After a while of roaming she found what she was looking for. Or you could say, she was found:

- "Anna! Honey!"

A short, little chubby woman with dark cropped hair hurried towards her with a broad smile. This was Dorte, Anna's aunt, and right behind her came Dorte's wife Trine. They were a funny couple: Dorte being short, chubby and bubbly Trine was quite the opposite with her extraordinary length and permanently melancholic-looking face. Trine was also insanely thin and never seemed to gain weight no matter what she ate. And yes, Dorte and Trine were both women.

- "Hi!"

Anna was caught into a tight hug before she could say anything else. After short greetings they got into Dorte and Trine's old blue van and started the final fraction of the long journey to Forks and La Push rez. With some old reggae song playing in the old van's radio and the blue car's motor silently humming on the background Anna fell asleep.

- "It's past midday already, don't you think you should be waking up soon?"

Trine's voice woke Anna up in the morning. She grunted and crawled up on her bed. She had absolutely no memory of ever arriving to her aunts' house or going to sleep again. God, she must've been half asleep all the time. Trine was unpacking her baggage, apparently the boxes that had been sent here in advance: lots and lots of art stuff, books, papers, sketchbooks, coals, pencils and such.

- "Dorte's went to the office, but we left you breakfast downstairs. Bet you're hungry.", Trine grinned. It was closest thing to a smile she could make these days.

- "Sure, thanks."

Anna got up and headed downstairs. The house was pretty much the way she remembered it: tables and chairs made of dark wood, couches, tables and floors covered with warm colored fabrics and souvenirs from all over the world. Her aunts mover here in U.S. maybe four years ago just out of a sudden caprice. Anna and her family had visited them only twice since then, a lot fewer times than when they lived in Sweden. Now that she had wanted to come to America after graduating from Swedish high school, her aunts had contacted and offered to take her in for at least a year. It was August already and school was starting soon, and Anna was supposed to start senior year in La Push high.