The lone survivor of a Volturi southern raid, Bella's been alone since 1936. As she wanders the world, she runs into the Cullens, a family of vampires that is nothing like what she's known. Can they help her forget her bloody past?

Disclaimer: I do not own these charcters and I don't own Mrs. Meyer's work. go figure.

Prologue

I sat in the mansion's cellar with the other newborns, trying to clear my head of the night's events. Only six of us had made it through the last battle with our Master's enemies, and I didn't know how I would make it through the next. The screams of my fallen comrades still rang through my head, and I cringed. How did I go from Isabella Swan, the city chief's daughter, to a bloodsucking soldier in another world?

"You bastard." Marcella launched herself at Timothy, who had just muttered something about her to another newborn I couldn't remember the name of. I watched as they tried to rip each other apart, their uncontrollable strength and anger making a mess of our little hideaway. I would have stopped them like usual, but I knew it was no use. One of them would kill the other or someone else would step in and try to make them cool it. Either way, I couldn't care. We were all going to die anyway.

Over the roar of Tim as he yanked at Marcella's hair, I heard something upstairs. Someone screamed, and them I heard a sudden bang. The door to the cellar was flung open, and something rolled down the stairs. It was Master's head, eyes open in fear and mouth twisted in a grimace of horror and pain.

"Volturi" it rasped, before the eyelids fluttered shut. We looked at each other in confusion. Volturi? A figure stepped in the doorway, light haloing its cloaked form. Before anyone could move, it was down among us, pulling Marcella and Timothy up and systematically ripping them apart. Anther person came down, much slower than the first, and I saw the others shrink to the ground in pain.

I reacted in the best way I knew how: I hid, crawling to the next room and balling up inside an open cabinet. No one noticed my cowardly exit through all the confusion.

They had finished with the two brawlers, and now were moving on to the others. I could hear one of the intruders laugh, the laugh of a fallen angel, as she tore into another vampire. They screamed for mercy, and still they slaughtered them, ripping and tearing at the cowering bodies. Even though I couldn't see it, I heard. Somehow, I remained silent.

"Is that all of them, Demitri? Five seems quite small for the amount of trouble Aro made them out to be." The angel's voice said. It was demented, to hear something so sweet speak of something so macabre.

"I believe so, Jane. They apparently lost the majority of their force to the Fredric Coven last night. Still, I could have sworn Micah said he had 6 down hear." I could hear the one of them walk around, a sort of half-hearted attempt to find they escapee. To find me. I stopped breathing.

"Well, I guess they must have killed it or something. I really don't care. You know how these little beasts fight among themselves." The man, Demitri, said, giving up. Let's just torch the place and go home."

I heard the strike of a match, and them I smelt the bodies burning. The vampires flew back upstairs, leaving me alone in my cabinet as the only family I ever knew smoked away just one room over.

I just hoped maybe the flames would find me.

I haven't seen anything like this, so I went ahead and took a crack at it. Let me know if its good and I'll post more.