*Author's Note* This is after Breaking Dawn, only a couple of weeks later. I only own my OCs (no name yet ;) and the plotline, the rest of the characters are Stephine Meyer! Twilight Sage (c) Stephine Meyer

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Typical male teenagers: partying all night long, then getting drunk, taking some random girl off the street and into their bedroom, then getting hangovers… then repeating everything. I snorted at the random thoughts.

My pale, diamond hard (it's harder than that) skin didn't sparkle at the night, though I think I slightly glowed in the moonlight. My slight crimson and golden topaz glittered mischievously. I was a vampire… I still thought the word… the word was so human!

Then I started to bob my head to the music, focusing more on the drums and guitars (and whatever else is in the song) then the vocals. They, meaning humans, started to shout and try to sing along with the song. I grinned merrily, sticking my hands in my pockets. I stood over them about, I don't know, a hundred feet on a cliff. They sat on a beach, dancing around a bonfire with the small party lights crisscrossed against the whole dance floor. They were laughing and genuinely enjoying themselves.

The warm night air caressed my face like a lover; my venom started to pour. Such young humans… so tender and sweet… I started to hum along, trying to avoid my thoughts. But when the ocean's wind flew at me angrily, I had to get away. I took off running at full vampire speed. I raced through the forest, tearing up the dirt and grass with my bare feet. I could feel my dark brown hair flapping in the wind. I inhaled wildly, trying to get my mind off the humans. Their scent… their intoxicating scent… Then I was tackled to the ground.

I immediately left all sensibility in the air and bite into the other vampire. He snarled in pain and leapt off. I could hear the growl ripping through his throat. Other scents flew into my nostrils.

The male above me had a bronze colored hair, very messy. He was very tense, the way his eyes flashed over me. I hadn't move at all besides letting my arms fall to the ground. Two more came: a male blonde who was muscular but also lean body (some may have deemed him a super model) and a female with a heart-shaped face, dimples and caramel colored hair. Another couple: gorgeous, tall, female blonde with a burly and muscular mate who had dark, curly hair and slight dimples. Three more came. A honey-blonde male with a pixie-like female as his mate. She seemed to dance on her feet, with her short spiky hair. The last one was probably the male above me. She was pretty I realized as I looked her over. She had dark brown hair, slightly curly. All of them had pure topaz eyes… great.

"Well, it seems there are more of us than I thought." I glanced around, eyeing where my exit was. The dark brown hair female appeared next to the bronze one's side. My body was still angry and tense. I knew I was a newborn, just about to reach my year-and-a-half marker. But clearly, they thought I was a newborn.

"How long have you been around?" The blonde model spoke.

"Year and a half, thank you very much. Now look here, I was only passing through. No need to get territorial." Suddenly a wave of calm flashed over me. My head snapped instinctively to the honey blonde. He stopped breathing; meet my warning glaze. I took little note of all the crescent scars on his arms. At least I tried to hide mine.

"We're sorry… we thought you were a newborn." I snorted, then ginned.

"Merely looking for a place to settle down till I'm sick of it," I said, using that man's voice. They stared at me, in slight shock. The bronze one glared at me. I frowned, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. I didn't like it… I started glancing around once again. I even made little jerks of my neck. I wanted out.

"Who are you guys? The biggest coven I heard of was the Volturi. You must be the biggest yet," I said politely, using my own voice. I still loved the ring of an Irish accent in my tone.

"We are." The blonde spoke, slightly looking at me.

"Yes I'm Irish. I'm a born American; both parents came over seas a couple of years before I was conceived… not that I remember anything. Been wandering the US till this very minute… well, last minute. I was perfectly fine until you," I threw a hard stare at the bronze one, "came up. I was running away from them. I could have taken out half of them already and you would have to kill them unless change them… but knowing you're type, you wouldn't allow yourselves to be in that position right?" I stood up, frowning as I realized I was shorter than most of the males. Curse my roots! The bronze one snickered behind me.

I started to back up when the blonde introduced all of them.

He was Carlisle, Esme was the heart-shaped female (his mate), Rosalie was the blonde female, Emmet her burly mate and Jasper, honey blonde & Alice, spiky dark hair. Edward was the bronze one with Bella, his mate, and the curly dark hair female. I cocked my head, starting to hum again and closed my eyes. I disappeared to my own world for a moment. My voice hit every note as I could hear the music clearly.

"How can you do that?" My eyes snapped and I faced Bella.

"This…" I hummed along to the completely new song. She nodded. I shrugged and said, "It's not that hard… very simple actually. I had heard the last song a few times and could sing it by heart if I needed to… Guess my power is my voice, huh?" I stood straighter, trying to eye up the shortest male here. I was. I cursed angrily in my head.

"… What's your name?" Esme asked politely. Suddenly I seem to freeze. I hacked my brain a thousand times over. My name... my name! I couldn't have possibly forgotten my name!

"Uh… funny thing, is… I don't know. I haven't remembered my name since my transformation." They blinked in surprise.

"You don't remember your name? Do you even remember your transformation?" Carlisle asked, his words obvious eager for more information. I racked my brain harder. I stopped breathing, except for slowly in and gradually letting it out.

"No. I remember the pain but nothing else." I shook my head, wondering to myself why I was so suddenly, caring about my name. I had never even thought about- I had lived alone all my life. Parents dead since I was six and I had to move in with my aunt & uncle in California, who had moved to America right away after they married in Ireland. They, of course, were killed when I turned eighteen. I'm nineteen now but it was a family gene or something- I could pass off as a seventeen year old because I looked younger than eighteen.

"How did you parents die?" I frowned at Edward but it only took a moment for me to figure out. Stupid mind reader! He grinned but it left his face when I stared at him blankly. I merely shrugged, immediately thinking of the delicious humans… below. He hissed very openly at me. I smiled and shook my head.

"What do you hunt? I have never seen eyes like yours." Jasper asked standing stiffly. I cocked him an eyebrow. Oh! My topaz eyes with the ring of red around them.

"Been eating deer; following a herd for a while." I gestured towards the North. "But I lost them a week or couple days ago and had to feed- I took down a human purely by accident." My thoughts wanted to wander so badly. To remember that taste… I swallowed, tasting my venom instead. If I was alone and doing this, I would have erupted into a frenzy. Edward tensed behind me.

"Do you have a coven?" I slouched, frustrated beyond belief. Was he really asking this? Really? I'm standing in a semi-circle of more experienced vampires and if I did have a coven, they would have been here already!

"Is this twenty questions or something?" Emmet chuckled, rubbing Rosalie's arm. I merely sighed before Carlisle could answer and spoke up. I hated being asked questions; didn't like them. They were always personal… and crap.

"No I don't. I've been alone since my transformation," not that I wasn't use to it, "and I don't know my creator." Carlisle looked at everyone around me. I still didn't like being surrounded by them. Stupid-tall-mind-reading vampires. I folded my arms across my chest, playing with a loose string on my dirty white tank top. My red flannel was sticking out of my back pocket.

"We would like you offer you a spot in our coven…" He stopped talking, merely because it was a bit awkward without my name. "Or at least, till you're able to control yourself better." I watched them, my mind thinking but my body itching to hunt.

"If I say yes, can I hunt?" Emmet howled with laughter and leapt to my side, dragging me along with him.

"Now I'll show you the best spot for hunting Grizzly…" I could hear Carlisle's laughter behind me.

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