Granted I am relatively new to Fan Fiction, you've got to give me some credit for just figuring out how to upload my story. As you can tell from visiting my profile, I haven't had a lot of time to make it all sparkly and pretty. This isn't my first Twilight – related story, but it is the first one for me to post on here. I want to know what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

PROLOGUE

"Status report."

"We had her scent right in front of us, she was hidden in that crummy apartment. Gage almost had her – "

"Almost?"

"Yeah, well – "

"Well?"

"She slipped away right at the very last moment. Cameron tried to hold her back, but – "

A fist came crashing down on a hard surface. "This is getting beyond ridiculous. This is the fifth failed attempt to capture a human. Give me one reason not to destroy you right now." The voice was cold, but in it was the slightest hint of curiosity.

"Sir, please, you must understand!" This voice was pleading. "She's not like any of the others we've captured. Her scent is so unbearably delicious, it becomes nearly impossible to make contact with her, without making her our lunch."

"I said I wanted her brought back here alive." The sentence was spoken with such superiority, it made the second speaker's voice croak slightly.

"That you did, sir. But even Gage couldn't get too close to her. Her scent is just too tempting. If you could smell her yourself, you'd understand."

"I'd love to be able to do so, but given the numerous failed attempts to capture her, I still have to wait a while, don't I? And you know I don't like to be apart from something I want for too long." There was a new, jeering note in the voice.

"Y-Yes sir. But I'm a little confused. Even Gage couldn't resist her tempting aroma. How on Earth do you plan on changing her?"

The first speaker smiled lightly. "Do you doubt me, Larnell?"

Shivers were sent down a certain someone's spine. "No Sir. Not at all Sir."

"Then what's the problem?" A long pause followed. Larnell seemed at a loss for words. The voice sighed. "Very well. Send in Gage."

"Yes Sir." Larnell exited quickly, eager to escape company of the eerie man.

Footsteps were heard coming nearer and nearer.

"You wanted to see me Sir?" Gage spoke with more awareness than Larnell, but didn't sound very comfortable either.

"Yes, very much so, Gage." The voice had taken on a softer, more ponderous tone. Light footsteps made a soft sound as they traveled back and forth, marking numerous spots more than once, which could only suggest that the body to whom the voice belonged to was pacing. "I'm interested to know what it is about our…'special' human, that has created so many failures in my most powerful vampires."

An icy wind crept around, searching for vulnerability.

"It's…it's not Norman," Gage said quietly, and sounded like his voice could break at any moment. "It's...addictive. Once you get a taste of her scent, you know immediately that it won't be possible for you to have only one bite."

"So, she smells good. Is that it?" The voice was starting to sound irritated and impatient.

"Not even close." Gage's knees gave out, as he sank onto the icy cold floor. "Her scent…it's beyond anything I have ever tracked. It's so strong that it was easy to follow, but simultaneously it made it equally just as easy to lose myself in it's aroma, and get off the trail." His body shook slightly. "Sir, her scent is more powerful than that of a human baby."

The voice seemed to have regained it's curiosity after that last sentence.

"Oh?"

"It's so fantastic, you get taken away to the most perfect place in the world. It took me every bit of strength I had not to attack her. But you said you wanted her brought back alive…"

"Yes." Another long pause followed.

"But," Gage continued, "it's not something I could even truly begin to describe. You have to actually smell her to truly see how intoxicating and irresistible her scent is."

"I see…" There was no hiding the thoughtfulness in the voice now, thought it was impossible to guess what thoughts were there. "Gage, tell me something. Do not lie, because you know better than anyone that I will know if you are lying." Gage swallowed. "Would I be able to resist her long enough to safely and successfully change her?"

Gage didn't look pleased to have to answer this question. His gaze lowered, and his body shook slightly more. "No Sir."

But the voice didn't appear to have become angry or upset. Instead, it sounded more thoughtful. "Then I shall have to find someone to do the jobs for me."

"Jobs, Sir?"

"It has become an undeniable fact – no one here will be capable to capture or change our 'special' human. Hence I'm going to need to find others that can perform these tasks." He paused for a moment. "Do you have any recommendations, Gage? Do you know anyone who you feel might be strong enough for this?"

"Sir, have you consulted Aro about this?"

For the first time, there was a sour note in the voice. "The Volturi will be kept out of this matter for now."

"But Sir – "

"What Aro and his cloaked puppets don't know won't hurt them." There was a sort of finality in the sentence.

"Yes Sir."

"Now leave me be, Gage. Thank you for your help."

"Yes Sir." There was a shuffle of footsteps, and the sound of a door clicking. Silence followed, then became interrupted by the once again thoughtful voice.

"The Volturi will be kept out of this for now. They'll come in handy, though. They will capture my human." There wasn't another person in the room. Pacing of the voice's owner followed. "But who can I trust to change her?" Suddenly, the voice emitted a small gasp. Quickly, the footsteps descended into another room and out of sight, closing the door behind them.

There was a lot of work to be done.