Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Twilight Saga or Dracula

A/N: You will note as you read that my character bears little resemblance to the classic Dracula. This will be explained later, just keep reading.

Chapter 1

The streets of Cape Town, South Africa were quiet for a change. The newest reports had said that the crime rate had decreased since last year. A tall figure stood on a roof of a grocery store looking up into the night sky. He was wearing all black and had shoulder length dark hair. A shooting star flew through the heavens overhead.

"The wonders of God's world never cease to amaze me." The tall man quietly said to himself in his soft tenor voice. Suddenly a woman's scream rang out into the night. The man quickly turned toward the direction of the scream. He judged it to be about 3 blocks away. He leaped into the sky landing on another roof 3 buildings over and twenty feet up. He sniffed the air and an angry grimace appeared on his face, his teeth now fully shown and his dark crimson eyes squinting.

"Oh God, please somebody help me!" the female voice screamed.

The man leaped again, this time landing on a roof even farther away than the last one. He was sniffing as he ran along the rooftop, homing in on the scent. It was a familiar smell, one he had grown accustomed to in his years of hunting. He could smell fear, most likely that of the female. He could also smell adrenaline mixed with another fear smell, which was from her attacker. Finally, after a few more leaps he had reached a roof overlooking an alley. There he saw a beautiful frightened young woman and a man, also dressed in black, rummaging through her purse.

"Just shut up and I'll leave you alone!" the man said as he pointed a knife at her. "If you don't I'll kill you!"

"Oh please don't." the panic-stricken woman screamed.

"I said shut it!" the assailant yelled as he pushed her to the ground. He stood there looking down at the woman for a moment and a new smell filled air. The smell was testosterone.

Although the man on the roof had many gifts, mind reading wasn't one of them. He didn't need that particular gift right now to know what the assailant was thinking. With a growl he leaped off the roof landing between the woman and her attacker. The criminal fell back dropping his knife beside him. The man in black glanced over his shoulder to the frightened woman only to see that she had passed out. When he turned his attention back to her attacker he was already up, coming at him with his knife raised. He could have easily stopped him in many different ways but he enjoyed toying with these men who thought of themselves as predators. The knife slammed into his chest breaking at the hilt, forcing the attacker back to the ground again. The thick smell of fear filled the air and the man in black smiled at his prey, which was looking back at him in disbelief. He jumped up again and spun around and ran away only to be met by the man in black at the end of the alley.

The man grabbed the punk by the throat and lifted him into the air before frowning at him and saying, "Unfortunately, the cruelty of men in God's world never ceases to amaze me either." He hit the attacker on the side of the head, hard enough to cause concussion but not kill him. He carried the man and placed him behind a dumpster in the alley then turns back to the woman. "Well, I can't really leave you here for someone else to finish the job he started, now can I?" He picks the woman up, throwing her over his shoulder, and scales the building on the other side of the alley. From the roof he spots a police officer. He drops her off where the policeman will find her while he is walking the street then runs back to the alley where he left the criminal. A small line of blood was trickling down from the side of his head. The man in black sniffed the air again, inhaling deeply. He shook as he exhaled and said, "Now back to business."

Sometime later the man in black emerged from the ocean, walking up the beach on his private island. His wet hair hanging down and his black clothes now stuck to him. He scans the beach looking for his friend with his now ruby red eyes. A tall muscular olive skinned man emerges from the bushes.

"I take it you were successful?" the big man asked in an unusually deep voice.

"If you're asking if I fed, then yes Zareb I was successful." The man in black replied.

"Who this time?"

"Just some punk trying to rob a woman."

The big man let out a laugh "Very good sir."

The man in black sniffed the air then turned back to his friend, "Zareb, who's here?"

"Two men, like you, they said they knew you so I took them to your study."

"Did you get their names?" he asked his eyes widening.

"Um, yes sir they called themselves Vladimir and Stefan."

"Wow, I haven't seen them in a long time," the man in black shakes his head, "haven't really wanted to either."

Zareb straightens up, "Shall I get rid of them for you sir?"

"No, I'll see what they want, can't be anything good." He looks back at his friend. "But, stay close, these guys could be a problem and I would hate for you to miss an opportunity like this."

Zareb smiled. "Yes sir."

After changing clothes and making himself more presentable he went in to greet his guests.

"Chrysander, its good to see you my lord." Vladimir said as he and Stefan bow.

"Will you idiots stand up, I'm not God so don't bow to me." He answered angrily.

"You are our God." Stefan responded eliciting an angry glare from Chysander.

"Just state your business and be gone." He announced.

"The Volturi are out of control!" Vladimir said as he got to his feet.

"Look!" Chrysander said, "If you're just here hoping that I'll help you regain power then you can leave now!"

"No, my lord."

"Stop calling me that!" Chrysander stood up enraged. "I'm not the lord of the vampires, not anymore. I left you and your coven with that distinction. It's your shortsightedness that allowed Aro to build an army underneath your nose and overthrow you. And as I told you fifteen hundred years ago, it's your problem not mine."

"Chrysander," Stefan spoke up, "It's different this time."

"What's so different about it?" He asked still sounding enraged.

"Do you know the Cullens?" Stefan asked.

"The coven in the U.S.?" Chrysander's interest was peeked. He had heard of the coven that refused to feed off of humans a few years ago. "What about them?"

"Aro has declared war on them." Vladimir said looking serious.

Chrysander shook his head. "Ok tell me what you know.".