A scent. One, so utterly captivating it snuffed out all other senses, dominated me. I shot like a cannon ball, over thick trees and through the downpour to this delicacy, my raven-black hair flying behind me in a graceful manner, my powdery white skin shining subtly in the haze, my teeth flashing. I imagined that a look of pure, terrifying bloodlust masked my face's beautiful features.

Yes, I'm a vampire. I'm not exactly proud of it, but in my forty years of being such, I've come to terms with myself. Whatever was left of my conscience was quiet and insignificant by now. It would have to be--forty years of killing what I once was, and others that were like my former self, had taken its toll.

My sharp senses picked it up, some two miles ahaed: engines. Cars, motorcycles, the sounds of civilization. Of course the sound would be there. It was the sound that only humans could make, just as this overpowering smell could only belong to human blood. It worried me a bit; I had avoided contact with the Volturi my entire supernatural life, and had no wish to be involved in a quarrel with them now by being discovered. As the trees began to thin, and the sound of voices, tires on pavement and motors grew louder, I slowed to a slower, more human pace. Out of my tattered pocket, I took out a pair of old, shabby sunglasses and put them over my startlingly crimson eyes.

Finally, my feet, which I had hastily covered with shabby boots, met the sidewalk. I was in the middle of a little suburb, pleasant looking if not for the rain. In the downpour, my skin wouldn't betray me by shining with crystal glitters. To any human, I would not look like a vampire--just a distractingly beautiful woman.

The air was now saturated with the pheremone of blood that humans gave off. It was tantalizing, and I did all I could not to lunge at a group of three nearby teenage boys. Easy targets, by the looks of them.

They weren't upright gentlemen, but the kind that, I quelled myself, would never have a future, even if I left them to their own devices. They wore expensive, brand-name clothes that gave off a sign that they were very well cared-for. For humans, they were rather handsome as well, average-looking, but they radiated confidence, which was of course quite attractive.

From between their fingers came a new, acrid scent, that made my nose wrinkle. Marijuana. Weed. They were smoking joints. While that tended to make their blood a lot less apatizing, it also made them much more vulnerable to my beauty.

Before I approached them, ready to strut rather suggestively, I checked my reflection in a bakery window, filled with sugary cakes and pastries that may have made my mouth water in my human life. My jeans and t-shirt were a bit frayed, but at least I'd kept them blood-free on my journeys. My extra-tinted sunglasses showed no color at all of my eyes, nor the manic, ferocious thirst in them, and my hair stayed tangle-free, as usual. My clothes were less than attractive, but they showed my amplified curves as well as anything, and I knew that this venture would be easy.

I strutted like a peacock, feeling rediculous but trying to look casual. The boys noticed me and made no secret of my beauty.

"Hey, Sean," said one, a blond boy with a long fringe and high cheekbones, nudging a short-haired brunette. Their eyes were unfocused and cloudy, I could tell even at this twenty-yard distance. "That's one hell of a body, eh? Check out that chick!" he laughed with a kind of hysteria that I knew may have had to do with the influence of the drug he was on.

I tried not to show how disgusted I was. Stupid pigs.

Sean saw me and laughed equally rauciously, shaking the shoulder of the other blond boy in the group, whose eyes were already fixed on me. "Hey, Girly, you lost? Need a ride somewhere?"

I heard the blonds whisper to eachother, "Nice rack if I ever saw one," and other raunchy slurs.

"Yeah," I said in a seductive pur, "I could use a ride home. Where's your car?"

The boys looked astounded that their "charms" were working so well, and pulled me in the direction of an old Volkswagon. The smell of marijuana smoke and human blood mingled, and though it wasn't near as appealing as untainted blood, it wasn't altogether repulsive.

I sat in the back seat with Sean and the high-cheekboned blond, who were a bit too close for most strangers' comfort. The boy at the steering wheel asked, raunchy suggestuves showing through his nonchalance, "Do you mind if I make a stop somewhere?"

"No," I said, seduction gone. I slowly took off my sunglasses, showing my manic, dark red eyes. "No, that's fine."

They never even had a chance to start the car, before they were mercilessly killed.

I left the scene, switching my bloody clothes for their least gorey, and ran at the speed of a bolt of lightning into the woods before anyone knew what had happened.

I slowed to a walk, finally, and smelled the air contentedly. My senses picked up something very interesting, a peculiar scent that I hadn't smelled in a long time. It wasn't tantalizing like human blood, but was sweet, and compelling enough to pique my interest.

I headed in the direction of this smell , curiosity getting the better of me. It seemed as if I wasn't the only vampire in town.


Alice closed the door to her room softly and gracefully flitted down the stairs where Edward, Bella, Reneesme, Carlisle, Esme and Jasper were congregated, greeting Rosalie and Emmet who had just now come back from the hunt, a meeting which Alice neglected to join as she was quite preoccupied in her room with another vision of hers.

"A nomad," she said simply, speaking mostly to Carlisle. "A girl nomad vampire is coming. You'd better get ready to welcome her." she said this mostly to Carlisle, who seemed politely interested.

"Just one?" he asked, mildly surprised. "No coven?" Alice shook her head and Esme's face became warmer, more motherly.

"Aw, poor girl," she cooed motherly. "She's probably been alone for a long time--we should make her at home."

Bella smiled down at Reneesme, now looking around the age of seven, "We'd better get Reneesme's story ready, too. I don't really want to be involved in any more fights at the moment." It had been only a few weeks since the situation with the Volturi and their battle of minds.

Edward smiled at his daughter, too, but his stance became noticable protective.

The Cullen family stood together, awaiting their strange visitor.


A/N: Hi, guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm not really a huge Twilight fan, and I'm sorry to you die-hard fans, but it's not my favorite series. But whatever--I'm not gonna shove my beliefs down your throats! That is, if no one busts my chops about it.

I mean, it's just not my thing. But, since I've read it all and there's just so many fans (some of which are very good friends of mine) I just thought that I'd add to your supply of Twilight fanfiction. Even if Twilight isn't up to my critical standards (yeah, I'm pretty stuck-up. don't get all mad at me, please), I hope you guys really enjoy this fanfic.

See, my biggest problem with it was lack of characterization. Which is why this series will get up close and personal with our characters--their gifts and their flaws. Because I don't care what species you are or if you're a century old, there's no such thing as a perfect person. In my later chapters, be warned, you may see Edward succumb to his flaws, the ones that make a person who they are.

Ah, well, I'm rambling. See you!