This story was not thought up by me. It's by Wolfman and Vamparic Love. This story starts at the beginning of the battle planing near the end of Eclipse. The main Character is Devin, this is from his point of view. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: The basis of this story, and some of it's characters are not mine, but Stephenie Meyers. Please take note to that.

Chapter 1 : The Dark Angel and the Rising Sun

I was walking in the fluorescent street lights of current day Seattle, Washington. My sixteen hundred year old senses picked up many scents. The smell of the settling sea, turning a nice blue green, almost turquoise color in the sunset. It smelled like salt water usually does, salty and unappealing.

I have walked this earth for so long, I have seen the beginning and end of eras. I have watched as great empires have risen to the height of their power and fall because of there own greed and arrogance. I have raised and lead great Armies of vampires and ruled without challenge, but ,as with all great things, it fell apart because of my pride and others jealousy.

I was once the most feared immortal, now I am but a whisper, a legend, a rumor. Most believe that I was killed in the vampire wars 800 years ago, however the truth was my soul was heavy, I had much to atone for. Thus I took advantage of the fallout and the dividing of forces to disappear. To remake myself, to become a protector, not a con-corer.

Over the years I have watched as the new breed of vamps changed, they developed new and unusual powers. The vegetarian vampires are the newest lot, new for me ,that is which, after sixteen hundred years could span centuries.

Now there is a new war that is rising, one that threatens to rip the world in two. A war to end all wars, one where the victors will just be the vampires who didn't loose as much, not a real victory. The lines are being drawn and battle cries are rising. Which side do you chose? I cannot sit on the side lines any more and allow the innocent to be collateral damage on a colossal scale.

On one side sits the vegetarian vampires who choose not to use humans as food, they only drink from animals. On the other the Volturi, which insist on still using the humans as cattle, as a food source. The Volturi want to control all vampires, and the world it seems.

I have drank enough human blood that it is almost hypercritical to join forces with the Vegetarians. However after so many years, I only have to drink about once a month unless, I get badly wounded, then I will have to drink. So I will drink only from animals, I have only done this as a last resort in the past, simple survival.

In the middle of this war is a human named Isabella Swan, she holds a power inside of her that the Volturi want. They want to turn her and control her, to use her as an ultimate weapon, but in today's realm of vampires the humans have a right to choose if they want to be turned. It should not be forced on anyone.

My maker did not give me that choice. He took me after a battle, took me and turned me, then left me to figure out this great gift, and curse, of the immortal kiss.

The smell of Italian food from the expensive Italian restaurant across the street brought me back to this time. Garlic, onions, men's cologne, and after shave. Then a new smell hit me that made me slow. The smell of blood. The copper, metallic scent of freshly spilled blood. It brought back many memories of my past.

I've smelled my fair share of blood in my life-time. Before I was turned, I was in the Roman army, many hundreds of years back. I was a fierce warrior, with null-ed senses that allowed me to kill mercilessly. I killed many, and soon I was consumed. The swing of my sword, the thudding, hollow sound of wood, and the high pitched tin-king of the metal, the sound of my battle cry, these were all that sufficed to me at the time.

But this is a new time, a new era where that is not needed, or at least not as brutal as it once was. But I was not in this shining city at twilight to see the sights and feel the slick of the night air, damp with newly fallen rain, no, something more important than that. I was here to find the one who needed my assistance most haste-fully.

Isabella Swan.

I do not know where she resides, but my sources have all called me to this city.

I decided not to mind the tempting smell of human blood. It was not my case now. But a new intermingled scent stopped me from walking onward on the empty, darkening street. The scent of a new born vampire, musty, not yet to the point of dampening grave yard soil, but just of the newly dead, still some-what human.

I scented once again. fresh, to the east at least 100 meters.And that had me dash off, most haste-fully because that needed my attention, a new born vampire should be under control, but the smell of fresh blood kept renewing ever so often, that was a problem. A rouge vampire, not as tamed as myself, but still dangerous.

I made a left turn, and two right turns until I came across an alley way, not one, but three new born Vamps, they must be coming from somewhere, were is the head vampire? I stalked up to them, meaning to attack swiftly, and end this blood shed. I came close enough to hear them talking. The name Isabella Swan came up and made me stop and listen. "We need to go and check on her" a female said.

She had the red eye's of a new born, brown hair that came to her waist, and pale skin, a vampire indeed. But her attire was that of a stripper. Thick leather straps lay all around her thighs and across her breasts. Some short, skimpy shorts and that was it for her wear.

The group seemed to take a second to scent the air, good thing I stayed downwind. They set off a quick second after the little chat of the new plan, some other things I did not care to listen to. All I needed was to find Isabella Swan, and speak to her of urgent news. And urgent happenings, ones that only Vampires can assist with.

We left the bright and shining city of Seattle, only to run to a near-by town of Forks, Washington. The sky here was filled with dark, heavy rain clouds, yet not a single drop fell, and it smelled musty, but not of newly fallen rain, just dampness in the air. I followed the new borns past a high school campus, where they stopped to scent in the parking lot. Not as discrete out in the open, but affective.

They moved on once they were satisfied with what they had found.

The female seemed to lead them. I followed them a few blocks until we came to a forested area, there they picked up their pace. The scent of humans was strong, and nest to me was the back yards of many houses. Once they were at least 50 meters from the begining of the street, they stopped at a particular house.

Through the back window, a man lay sleeping on a couch, the television still on. The new borns strutted across the back yard, and went around to the front of the house.

They climbed a tree in the front yard and went into an open window on the second story. I could smell the familiar scent drift out of the room, a female human scent. But also intermingled with the scent of vampire. This scent was old, like they had not returned for some days. The vampires took a few minutes here, clattering low, so the man downstairs would not wake.

They left here with more than a scent engraved into their mind. The scent also had a floral smell to it. Like roses. It reminded me of the event Valentines Day. But they also had brushes, photos, books, pens, useless items to scent once again with.

They then continued onward, north, away from the houses and on a long, winding road. We traveled this road for some odd 2 minutes, when trees started to show up. I was expecting them to keep going, but they made a quick turn off that, only momentarily, caught me off guard. I made a turn quickly, and almost ran into them.

They had stalked up quickly to a house hidden in the trees. It was a fairly large house, outdated, hallow even. But I kept following them. Once they neared the house, I broke off, I would investigate here for myself. I followed the scent of flowers, the roses of that humans scent. I felt venom build up in my mouth.

But as I kept scenting, a strong scent of multiple vampires came around. Guards?I didn't know, but it made me feel uncertain to try to get any closer to the slightly beat down, two story miniature mansion. The white paint smelled damp, like old wood. It smelled of wood rot, and the living dead.

I expected to smell the hint, stained scent of old human blood, but none surfaced. Only that of animals. Many different kinds, deer, mountain lions, moose, and much, much more I did not care to identify. I neared the house, only to realise that my night vision was wearing. The sun had set, the night had run along, and dawn was approaching very swiftly.

I must meet Isabella tonight! But I feared that tonight was losing it's grip in meaning quickly. I walked close to the door, trying to recognise any familiar scents, anything at all I could remember fast, and get he heck out of here.

I was rushing around the front side of the house only to hear a sudden shuffling and panting come from behind. Oh, I must have alerted them, just be kind, and present no threat. But a familiar scent of new born vampires told me this was not the case, yet. With all the noise that they were making at this moment, that would alert the vampires inside the house.

I turned just in time to see the rears of the the vampires disappear behind the rows and rows of trees surrounding the house. If my heart were beating right now, it would've stopped dead in it's tracks. seven, maybe eight vampires were residents to this house, and, even with my expertize in fighting, and all my skills of age, I may not be enough to stop these vegetarian vampires.

I took off at an even pace, only to get 10 meters from the front door and be frozen by an icy chill, that ran down my spine. I knew it was another vampire, an old one, not as old or as powerful as I, but enough to do some damage if I don't play this cool. I felt his eyes before I heard his cutting voice, strong with bitterness, and hate.. "Who are you? Are you spying on us? Victoria's pet come out to play?"

Victoria, I heard that name from the new borns, but I must answer this vampire, or risk being attacked. I stood up and turned arround to come face to face with a young man, but not a young vampire. A thousand years ago this whelp would be my servant, but now he is a leader of a coven, and very powerfull. I am the outsider which puts me in a dangerous situation. I have to respect his position and bow to his rules.

"I come as no threat, to you or your coven. I humbly request an audience with the one called Isabella Swan." His eye's were a lovely golden color, and his blond hair very well done, and his stern face.

None of his features were like my own. His whole expression gave a suspicious tint from them, as the pale yellow-red light of the rising sun glinted on our faces, and the birds arouse as the bats went to slumber. Morning had come.

Please take your time to review this portion of this story and tell me what you think. This will intermingle with Bella and the Cullen's in the next two chapters or so. Please review so I may know what you think.

Thank you - - Wolfman and Vamparic Love