(A/N: Ami-chan, I know I have another story to finish but I watched 'New Moon' again and I could not help myself. And Jacob didn't imprint on Renesmee. Ever-san out!)

Summery: Jaya survived the armies of the world that tried to kill her. But when she visits old friends in Forks and forbidden love blooms, they encounter a darkness that might kill them all.

Prologue

(850 A.D.)

She ran faster than any human thought possible. The shouts of the soldiers long ago disappeared but she kept running.

Finally, Jaya's lungs burned so badly, she had to stop. Tears stung her eyes. Why most we suffer so? she city was covered in blood when she left. She knew what had happened; the warriors were jealous of her family's immortality and believed that in killing the royal family, they would gain their powers. The citizens that tried to help their gods were cut down like maze.

The city would be abandoned, she knew. Without their living gods to worship, the citizens that survived wouldn't stay. The Chosen will leave among them, as well.

It was better to leave them to themselves. Jaya's presence might cost the survivors their lives. "Father," she cried. He died protecting his youngest and only daughter. "You are the last of us, my child," he told her with his last breaths. "You must run from here, and never return."

And Jaya did what her father ordered; she ran from the city she called home and wondered. No one knew she was alive, and she left it that way.

The world changed constantly around her for the next eight centuries. But she herself barely changed.

By the sixteen-fifties, she looked like a seventeen-year-old girl. Living in London wasn't that hard for her. Because she had human blood running through her veins, she didn't have to feed as often as the Chosen did. Even then, she preferred animals.

One day while out in the city, Jaya caught the scent she never thought she'd smell again; the sickly sweet smell that only belonged to a Chosen.

Through back allies she ran, till she found herself at the Tower of London. A man knelt at the base in the middle of a small crater in the cobble road. He looked like he was crying with no tears.

She ran swiftly to his side and put a hand on his cold shoulder. He jerked up and started to back away. "Please, stop, brother," she said in a soothing voice. She learned many languages through out the centuries. "You need not be afraid of me." "I'm not scared of you," he said shaking. "I'm scared for you." "Why would I be scared of a vampire?" she laughed.

At the look on his face, Jaya added, "Yes, brother. I know what you are. Your scent carries for miles. But, why? Why would you wish to do yourself harm?" "I never wanted to become the demon I am," he answered. Jaya laughed again. "Brother, you are no demon. I have lived for centuries, so I have seen demons. You are not one of them." "I can not die," the man snarled. "My body craves the life blood of a person, I can not sleep, and my heart stopped beating. How am I no demon?" "Because you wish others no harm," she said calmly, grabbing his hand reassuringly. "Your heart is in the right place, and that is what keeps you human."

The man nodded in understanding. "My name is Jayashri, but everyone called me Jaya. You may do the same," she said. "I am descended from the gods of the Aztec people. I am the last of my bloodline." "My name is Carlisle Cullen," the man said. "Is there a way to feed but not kill people?" "Yes," Jaya smiled. "And it doesn't involve humans, in the least."

From then on, Carlisle and Jaya were friends. They laughed together, mourned together, and each became the other's family.

More years passed for the two and they found themselves in Italy. There, they found more vampires who called themselves 'The Volturi'. The two thought it was best to keep Jaya's past a secret. She never let Aro touch her.

Carlisle tried to convince The Volturi that feeding of animals was more humane. They tried to convince him otherwise.

"Carlisle," Jaya told him one day. "I cannot stand those men anymore. They have no respect for the humans they once were. They are truly demons." "I am trying to change their path, sister," he told her. "It is jus taking longer than expected. I am this close to convincing them." "That is what you said a decade ago, brother," she snapped. "I cannot stand those pompous fools! Whether you come or not, I am leaving."

And for nearly four centuries, Jaya and Carlisle didn't meet again.