Disclaimer: I do not own CSI:NY or Twilight. Still a pity. But I do own Turner because as far as I know there is no vampire named Turner.

Spoilers for all Twilight books!

Notes: Vegetarians? Who am I kidding? Like always, enjoy. (Thank you for all reviews and favoriting!!)

Thanks to lily moonlight for reading and helping and Blue Shadowdancer for reading.

Dawn's Early Light

Chapter 3

"Vegetarians?" Mac and Stella felt like they were being played for fools. Vegetarian vampires? This was just a little too convenient. They looked back at the Cullens. The people who were now defying basically everything the two scientists believed to be true.

"We find it revolting to… um… drink human blood," Alice murmured.

"Oh, that makes sense," Stella answered. Mac didn't say anything, but he honestly agreed with Stella. He just couldn't verbalize it. He couldn't help but think of that woman he had seen. Everything is connected. But this couldn't be. Coincidence explained everything. In this case, nothing was connected. But that couldn't be either. His thoughts were too much for him.

"Animal blood sustains us just as well as human blood," sAlice explained. Mac found his eyes once again meeting Stella's. He breathed in what they were trying to tell him. Everything in him told him that it was outrageous and preposterous. But the look in that woman's eyes told him that maybe there was some truth in it. He just couldn't rest his whole decision on that. After all, where was the science?

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Adam worked furiously. This one was already starting to affect Mac like the Dobson case had. And the last thing Adam wanted was for Mac to lash out at him like he had done during the Dobson case. He looked over at Kendall who was working just as hard.

"Anything?"

"No," she muttered grimly. It was too early for any results to have come back. It was too early for almost anything.

"I'm getting the gene count, but it's not done yet," he sighed over-dramatically. Kendall flashed a smile at him.

"I'm sure there will be something with this DNA."

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Mac thought for a minute before speaking. Actually he thought for several minutes. A clock ticked in the distance, but he, he didn't hear it. He was focusing on something. Words blended with memories at this point. Like an artist spreads pain across with a palette knife, it was like someone had mixed Alice's words and the scene from that morning. And what she had said last haunted him. She's like an animal. Once she has your scent there's nothing you can do. That, combined with the image of that woman with coal black eyes, troubled him more than anything even after all his years as a Marine.

"I'm sorry, but I can't just take your word for it. I need proof," he finally spoke. The Cullens looked at each other. They knew he'd say something along those lines. Edward was silently looking into the thoughts of the two detectives. Jasper didn't say anything. He concentrated on the emotions of the room. Bella looked down. Alice met Mac's gaze. She knew what the others were thinking. That it was a mistake to tell them because of the Volturi. They broke the rules. There would be consequences. Alice sighed. They had made a huge mistake. And if the Volturi were to find out, well, the Cullens would be 'taken care of.'

"We might've said too much," Bella thought out loud.

"What do you mean?" Stella didn't need to say it.

"The Volturi," Alice mumbled. The mood of the room changed as the two CSIs visibly saw the Cullens shudder, if only a little. Mac and Stella looked at each other as another invisible tick mark was added to the box score of how many times they had done that that day alone.

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"Sir, you asked for me?" a young man asked, kneeling down. An older man, though it couldn't be by more than a decade, turned and faced him. He had fire in his eyes and ice in his veins that chilled the very catacombs they stood in.

"You know the Cullens don't you?" his voice was laced with disgust at the thought of the family. His innermost being hated them. They had now twice broken the rules. Twice defied the Volturi. The first time it was forgotten since that certain mortal had been turned. But now two new people were told. Two fresh minds. They needed to be taken care of. Whether that meant killing them, the Volturi weren't decided on.

"I have heard of them," the young vampire told him. He sparked a fire in mid air, hovering above his hand. He twirled it until it became a circle, heat extending past his hand a good foot. He extinguished it quickly, knowing that Caius didn't like his time wasted by trivial things such as practicing skills. Caius Volturi was at least three thousand years old. He still kept youthful features. A human would've guessed that he was late twenties or at most thirty. Silence stilled all life in the room as Caius thought.

"Marcus is going with you," he was adamant and final. The younger one flashed fire in his eyes, but it stopped when he realized whose presence he was in. He bowed his head in acknowledgement.

"Okay, who should I go after first? The Cullens or Sapphira Tang?" the younger one wondered.

"The Cullens because Sapphira can wait. Then I want the humans taken care of. Use your imagination," Caius told him. The guard turned to walk away. "And, Turner, don't mess this up. You know what will happen if you do." Turner felt his throat go dry. He visibly shook, but he left the room. Marcus already knew that Caius would demand that this go according to plan. He followed Turner who stopped and turned around at another Volturi's presence.

"Marcus," he acknowledged his superior. "What're we going to do to the humans? I've heard they're detectives." The last thing he wanted was a witch hunt on him and the Volturi.

"We'll take care of them," Marcus snarled. He imagined the two detectives. Names: Mac and Stella. Relationship: Coworkers and friends to everyone else but maybe something else between themselves. NYPD cops. They couldn't make a mistake in this. But first, the Cullens needed to be dealt with, and that was a priority.

A/N: Did y'all catch that? –coughforshadowingcough- Oh well you either got it or you didn't. Please review. They are always replied to. And I love to know what you guys think. And Happy Halloween. Fitting, eh?