NOTE: This is a few years post breaking Dawn, canon pairings, Alec and Jane will only get together with someone if this story is well liked and I make an OC.
Prologue
The hooded figure Jane Volturi stood at the outskirts of Forks with her brother Alec beside her. It was just them, no other members of the guard where sent for Aro trusted them to complete there tasks with no bumps in the road. Jane rolled her eyes as she remembered and thought, of course we can, anyone could! In her mind that was true, all they where doing was checking on the Cullens and there hybreed daughter. This would be simple and boring, walk in, see Cullens, walk out. The immortal thirteen year old sighed then turned to her brother and said, "go ahead, I'll catch up with you. I need to hunt and we all know that those human-lovers will have a fit if we hunt in here town."
Alec nodded and raced in to Forks while Jane turned around and ran the other way. However she did not get far before she caught the scent of another vampire, and defiantly not one of the Cullens. Jane whipped around to come face-to-face with a pretty woman with long black hair, pale white skin, and blood red eyes. While Jane was wearing a black robe with a black shirt and pants underneath the other vampire was wearing a black dress that went down to her knees and matching black heels, all in all it was a pretty elegant creature.
Just as Jane opened her mouth to say something the vampire lunged at her and grabbed her arm. As she bent in Jane glared at the vampire, sending searing pain through her. But through the pain the vampire managed to bite down on her arm, hard. Jane let out a screech of pain causing her to unwillingly stop the pain that she had inflicted on the vampire. The other vampire got up and stumbled away as fast as possible, looking like it was actually in pain from biting Jane.
The pain that went through her was strong and searing, like she was on fire. She had felt once before but there was something different about it this time though but she could not quite put her finger on it. As she lay there writhing on the ground Jane knew one thing, she was turning again.