Sorry! I planned to update last night, but I forgot! For a little while I am planning on updating every other Sunday. I have chapter 2 finished and am about to have my beta take a look at it, and chapter 3 is in the works. So, here's the first official chapter. Not much more to say than that.

Disclaimer: Yea, I don't own Twilight. Quick, call your local paper!

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Fifty years later, the sun was rising on a freshly watered trees located somewhere in the middle of Africa, its light reflecting off of the tiny raindrops that clung to the untouched foliage. Three beautiful, pale people crouched behind a bush, miles away from their friends and family. What little sunlight broke through the treetops glittered off of their skin like diamonds. None of them were dressed impressively; worn, tattered clothes clung to their bodies, stretched from overuse.

"Is it clear?" whispered the largest of the three, his dark curly head of hair peaking out above the bush. His eyes snapped this way and that, checking for any sign of danger.

"Em, you asked us the same question three minutes ago." The respondent was blonde, and had a serious look on her face. "Edward, do you hear anything?" She and the large man turned towards their other companion, a distracted looking young man with bronze colored hair. He glared at a rock near his shoe. "Edward!" she whisper yelled.

"Huh, what?" He looked around curiously, his expression somewhat exhausted.

The other two groaned. "Edward, you're going to get us killed if you keep this up! Do you think you could focus for ten minutes? Huh, could you do that?!"

"Emmett, calm down," the blonde instructed, annoyed at his childish antics and erratic behavior. "And be quiet. We don't need to be found." After taking care of Emmett, the blonde turned her attention to Edward. "Let's get going." The three of them stepped out from behind their large hedge and continued on their path into the forest. They were miles away from their current living area, hunting for big game. They kept their senses alert for any sign of a jungle cat or danger, walking along for miles.

"Emmett," the blonde woman suddenly asked, "Are you ever going to wash that grease off? It's been like, a week and a half since we fixed that old rust bucket."

"It's my reminder of the great time we had," he replied suggestively. She smacked his arm lightly, but her lips were turned up at the corners in a shy smile. "Plus we don't have very good plumbing," he reminded sarcastically. None of them were pleased with the situation they were in, but it was too late to do anything about it. And, despite everyone's complaints, they were much happier this way than with the alternative. "Yea, yea, at the next river we come to. I promise."

They never made it to the river.

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Many countries away, in the largest conference room of Castle Volterra paced an equally pale man, his skin more powdery than the people from the forest. His long dark hair draped his robe-clad shoulders, framing his worried face.

"They were supposed to be back yesterday!" he ranted to himself. His pacing was inhuman like, his form merely a blur to any human eye. This man wasn't the type to get agitated, and it took a great deal to make him pace. It took even more to make him shout.

"You're going to wear through the floor," stated a dry tone from one of the three throne chairs occupying the room. His face was as bored as his voice, and his skin was just as frail as the man he had spoken to. That man ignored him, quickening his steps.

After another ten seconds, a third man cried out from one of the other throne chairs, "Oh for crying out loud Aro, calm down!" He, unlike the other two powdery pale men, was a blonde, and his forehead almost appeared to have a permanent crease to it. "Walking around like that won't make them show up any faster!"

"But they should be back buy now!" Aro repeated, this time directing the statement at someone rather than muttering it to himself. "These rebels must have more power than we thought if they can take out three of our best guard members! And why haven't we been updated on our status by our South American correspondents?!"

His panicked rant was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Yes, what is it?!" he shouted at the human secretary that had bothered to interrupt him. She was very lucky they had fed only a week earlier.

"Pardon the interruption, sir, but Demetri, Felix, and Alec are back with-"

"Oh thank God!" Aro cried, cutting off the rest of what the secretary had said. Still ignoring her, he slumped down into his throne with a sigh of relief. "Send them in here, and tell them they better have a pretty good reason for their tardiness."

"I-" his look was no nonsense. "Ok." She backed out of the room cautiously, shutting the door as quietly as she could. It was still loud compared to the way her employers did things. The three men, plus a few of their most trusted guard members, listened as the human's heart beat grew more distant with her annoyingly slow steps.

"I swear, sometimes…" the man called Aro let his sentence trail off, the bridge of his nose pinched between his index finger and thumb.

The faint footsteps of Demetri, Felix, and Alec sounded from near the door, and the next second they were standing before him. Just as he was about to go off on them for their tardiness and how it wasn't acceptable in these hard times, he noticed that they weren't alone. Three vaguely familiar figures were lying limp in the arms of his guard members. It took him a moment to locate whose memories he'd seen them in, but when he did, his angry expression morphed into a malicious grin.

"We found them wandering through the forest, hunting. They have the golden eyes of a vegetarian," the medium sized one, Demetri, explained in his professional tone. For proof, though Aro needed none, the small one known as Alec peeled open the girl's eyelid. If he didn't know any better Aro would have sworn that she was asleep. However, he did know better, and knew that she was just under the influence, if you will, of Alec.

"Yes, I know very well who these three are. Alec, if you would please, wake them up so we can give them a proper greeting, would you?" After a confused, suspicious glance on his part, Alec slowly removed his power from the three captives, and one of the larger guard members took the man he'd been holding back.

It only took them one quick glance for the three of them to know where they were, and when they did they lost it. Jane, Alec's twin sister with a gift just as sinister, used her painful talent on the three of them individually until they stopped struggling.

"Now, now, I think it would be in all of your best interests to remain calm," Aro began gently, his manner façade in full effect. None of them were buying it, judging by their intense glares. However, they did remain completely still.

"Why are we still alive?" the largest of the three rebels asked in a dangerous voice. He was eyeing his captor, Felix, sizing him up to see if he could take him. It looked like it would be a fairly even fight.

"Well, for information," Aro stated as though it were obvious. Low growls rumbled through the prisoners' chests, but they did not act on their instincts. "And because it would appear we have some special circumstances." Everyone, the guard and even his brothers, turned confused looks on Aro. Marcus hadn't looked that interested in something for over a century. "If I may," he gestured towards the skinnier of the two males, glancing at his hand. Teeth were bared. Renata, Aro's personal shield, shifted nervously by his side, her hand centimeters away from his shoulder. "Very well; Santiago." A hooded guard member stepped out from his place on the wall, and held the bronze haired kid's head in place. Aro stepped forward with Renata in tow, placing his powdery hand on the younger vampire's face. He closed his eyes for a moment, absorbing his history.

"Ah," he breathed after a short while, "I was correct." He stepped away from the boy, Edward, and opened his eyes, a satisfied glint in his ruby eyes. "Well then, it appears we do have a problem." He turned his attention to the guard member still holding Edward's face. "Santiago, could you be so kind as to go get our final member from her chamber?" He was, of course, referring to the final member of their close guard.

"What for?" the man asked, sounding as confused as everyone else appeared to be.

"Because I would like to…" the old vampire paused, choosing his words carefully. He finished his sentence with a smile that made it seem as if he had an inside joke with someone, "I would like to introduce her to the Cullens."

A few hisses erupted from throats of the guard members, but the man called Santiago yelped, flipping his hood down to get a better look at the prisoners. His eyes were suspicious. "Are you sure that's the best idea?" he asked hesitantly after a moment of eyeing them.

The three Cullens looked around uncertainly. Santiago and Aro seemed to be the only ones clued in on the secret. Everyone else had acted as expected. It was scary, not having their psychic sister, Alice, around to clue them in.

"Yes, I am absolutely certain."

Santiago looked like he'd just seen a ghost. "Alright, but I'm not coming back. She's not a whole lot of fun to be around when she gets as pissed as she's going to be."

While Santiago was gone Aro got the histories of the other two vampires, though it wasn't really anything he hadn't known through Edwards. After recapturing the moments of the trip from his guard members Aro addressed the group as a whole.

"Yes, everyone, please welcome Edward, Emmett, and Rosalie Cullen," he introduced. A few more hisses and growls rang out amongst the guard, although there were a few malicious chuckles thrown in. This caused the fugitives' eyes to tighten. Edward's, however, held some confusion as well. "What is it, Edward?"

"I-" he hesitated. Would it be a good idea to reveal this weakness to them? Well, Aro already knew, no doubt, so what was there to lose? The worst that could happen would be he'd remain as confused as he was at that moment. "I can't read any of your minds."

A smirk crossed Aro's pasty pale lips for the briefest of a second before it vanished. His eyes did, however, remain smug. "Ah, you will find out about that in a matter of moments."

The pounding heart of the secretary sounded throughout the halls once again, and Aro nearly groaned in frustration. This one wouldn't be lasting long with the way things were going. "What is it?" he practically snapped the millisecond the door was open.

She looked taken aback for a moment before she recomposed herself. "Um, Victoria is back from Australia," she mumbled.

"Oh, send her in." His tone was suddenly much lighter. He looked excited. "She'll love this." The secretary nodded and shut the door, not even bothering trying to sound quiet this time, and hustled down the hall.

The three Cullen children shared worried looks. It couldn't be the same Victoria, could it? What were the odds? Slim, probably. Although, now that each of them thought about it, she hadn't been part of their resistance…

"Ah, Victoria," Aro greeted warmly as the large mahogany door shut almost silently behind her. She walked right past the captives without a glance and offered her hand to Aro. "I am pleased to know you took care of that problem."

"Yes, well, newborns are my specialty," she bragged in her childish voice.

"Yes, and I knew your talent would be very useful for that task."

"Now, what was so enjoyable that I had to rush in to see?" she inquired, and once more the smirk grew on Aro's face. He gestured to the three figures behind her. She turned around and faced their shocked eyes.

Her mouth formed a giant O and she made no move to cover her loud giggle. "Does she know?" the redhead finally managed to get out after almost ten seconds of uncontrolled laughter.

"Santiago is sending her down even as we speak." He turned towards the guards holding the Cullens. "Don't let her see them before we can explain the situation to her."

They immediately moved their bodies so that the prisoners were blocked from view of the door, and a few seconds later said door opened.

"Santiago!" whisper-yelled a musical, angry voice back down the hallway. The lightest sounds of running footsteps could be heard for a moment.

It was the most melodic, angelic voice Edward had ever heard, and he felt terrible the moment he thought it, but he wasn't going to lie to himself. It was the sweetest thing he'd ever heard in his one hundred and fifty five years.

"Shit," she cursed under her breath before turning around to face the three kings. "Um, listen, I can explain about the-"

"This isn't about the chandelier that we've already had replaced," Caius, the blonde brother, barked, and his glaring eyes locked in the direction of the door. Eventually Caius looked away, right before the musical voice spoke.

"Oh, you're back," she nearly growled, causing Victoria to smirk.

"Miss me?" she cooed.

"No, Victoria, I am not bi-curious, and that answer is never gonna change, so if I were you I'd quit setting myself up for disappointment," the girl bit back. Victoria's mouth, once again, dropped open from shock, but this time she didn't look so excited. She composed herself a moment later.

"Really, cuz I didn't think you were curious at all these days." An emotion almost similar to guilt passed over the redhead's face for a moment, though Edward couldn't be sure. And not being able to read her mind was almost as frustrating as not knowing who that beautiful voice belonged to. And the fact that he was entranced by one of his enemies.

"And you are?" the girl returned easily, arms crossed over her torso and eyebrow raised in expectation. Victoria glared, but gave no other response. Clearly, the mystery girl had one that argument. "You summoned?" Aro turned his head in the direction of the door, same as pretty much everyone else in the room.

"Yes, well, you'll be glad to know that your suggestion about South Africa proved to be very helpful," Aro complimented with a smile. Edward growled, along with Emmett and Rosalie, and suddenly felt disgusted with himself and the mystery girl. How could someone that sounded so angelic and beautiful have sold out his family and friends? And more importantly, how did she know where they were? "However, it would appear that the fugitives we captured are old friends of yours." This took the girl by surprise. She couldn't recall ever meeting any vampires that weren't part of the Volturi or someone she'd been sent to persuade to join the Volturi. Unless… "Or, rather, they once considered you a part of their family."

Pieces began to fall into place for Edward and his siblings, though they all shied away from what they were seeing. It was not at all possible. Alice surely would've noticed it if that had happened, so it hadn't. It must have been someone else they'd known at some point during their existences. They each began compiling a list of vampires they'd met throughout their travels.

But then the guards turned them around to face the door.

The first thing they noticed was her shoes. They were extremely high, about a five and a half inch heel with an inch and a half platform. Her pants, framed by a typical Volturi robe, were slim and white, hugging her perfect legs fantastically. Her shirt was as black as her heels, with a V-neck cut and made with thin material. Then they reached her face, and they all gasped at who stood before them.

"Bella?"

And in that moment there were three things of which Edward was certain.

One, his Bella was a vampire.

Two, she was, and for how long he did not know, a member of the Volturi, and a shield to their minds, no less.

And three, she was unconditionally, and irrevocably enraged with him.

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Thousands of miles away, in the new Vampire Mutiny Headquarters, the psychic Alice Cullen jolted out of her latest vision with a broken hearted sob.

"Alice, what's wrong?!" Jasper, her empathy husband, was at her side in an instant, gripping her shaking shoulders as he tried to catch her pained black eyes.

"I need to see Carlisle," she gasped out, and instantly Jasper knew what had happened. He wouldn't be seeing his siblings again.

The pair made their way quickly through the labyrinth of sandy tunnels to the main room, where several vampires were huddled around Carlisle and his blueprints.

"And I think if we added an extra twenty yards onto the back tunnels we could-" Alice cut off the musings of the blonde leader, shouting his name as she sprinted over to him.

"There's no need for those plans anymore, Carlisle, we need to get everyone out of here at once!"

"What's happened?" he asked, all serious even as the vampires he'd been talking to shouted through the tunnels for everyone to join them. Alice relayed the images of her most recent vision, scanning for anything new in the process. What she saw caused her to freeze on the spot for a solid three seconds. And then she released words in an agonized moan.

"Oh no…"

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Ok, so I know that was quite the shocker, but I had to end it there. Chapters will get longer as we go, but for now I think 3,200 words is a pretty decent size. Please review! They motivate me!

~Jazz~

Oh, and I've decided to do chapterly questions. I've seen people doing them and decided, "What the hell?" They aren't random, however, and they have nothing to do with you personally. Just stuff I've been wondering about. This chapter question is going to be "Do you think vampires can have haircuts?"