AN:

My first Twilight and/or x over story ever! I'm very excited. I kind of plan on writing my way around the other vampire/supernatural fandoms in association with Twilight, but we'll see how this one goes!

Most based off of Movies 1&3 of Underworld, you know, when Lucian was relevant.

This story is mostly a Lucian/Bella pairing and a little one-sided Aro/Bella (can you guess my inspiration for this story? lol), but not really heavy on the romantic side (smut and the like). BUT it might be either Rated T or M in the future due to explicit content such as language, violence, and gore.

I hope all of you enjoy reading!

Oh yeah the disclaimer. I own nothing.

. • Ellipsis • .

She sat concentrated on the slides in front of her, shoulders hunched over in an uncomfortable position, her pencil harshly grating against the paper of her notebook simultaneously as she tried to finish that night's workload. She ignored the clock's ticking on the wall above the door, screaming out as its hands changed with every minute that passed; it read 2:32.

Bella sat up and cracked her neck a few ticks before the little hand completely encompassed the three. She gathered her notebooks and her other supplies from her station, and settled them in the bottom of her duffel bag. She then stood up, put her protective glasses and lab coat in their respective assigned places, before exiting out into the hallway. She pulled over her dark grey wool coat haphazardly, and threw her duffel over one of her shoulders. When she exited the university's doors, the chill of the night wind swept through her hair; she consciously tightened the sleeves of her coat, promptly tucking the ends of her fingers under her armpits.

She still hates the cold. She turned down an empty road towards her living quarters that happened to be off campus; at the time she moved, she found a cheaper place than the housing in the surrounding area, but it was more than an average distance away that she had to take a bus and a regular visit to the tube station to get home. It's been a decision she's regretted every moment since.

As she waited for a bus, she wondered (as she often did) what the hell she was doing in Budapest of all places.

This of course was more rhetorical, as she had willingly applied for the scholarship program that took her away from everything familiar, or anything that reminded her of them.

Despite Jake's best efforts, she still felt a certain hollowness on the inside that she couldn't shake off. So to make sure she wouldn't drown again in her depression, she kept herself busy enough with school and the other relationships she'd been neglecting. She made sure to make time for every person in her life, determined to be present in their lives as much as physically possible. Charlie was ecstatic with her improvement once she seemingly recovered from her zombie funk, and surprised her on her nineteenth birthday with a loan that helped put her through college in Seattle.

She started out with her degree in English, but as time went on she showed more interest in science and biology: specifically hematology and nuclear medicine. Since the incident with James, she had a growing curiosity concerning the effect her blood had on vampires, particularly her resilience against their gifts. Her aversion to blood never quite lessened, but she was able to ignore it to a certain degree. She was sure she would never want to perform surgery of any kind, but her curiosity soon turned into a burning need to know. That maybe there was some scientific reasoning behind them, or any evidence beside her scarred wrist to prove that they had existed; despite Edwards's attempt to show otherwise.

Of course she couldn't tell anyone about her outlandish studies (not without putting herself at risk of being declared mentally unfit or worse winding up dead), but she would never forget, that was certain.

In her second year, she found a scholarship program in Hungry that would give her more field experience in the form of a three-year residency at a university in Budapest. The school specialized in the field she wanted to study, having published advances of their research in publicized medical journals around the globe, earning great esteem to the individuals that graduated from there.

So here she was waiting in her last year into her studies at a bus stop, but fortunately they ran all night in the capital so she wouldn't have to worry about paying the extra fare for a cab.

The sky was so clear that night, the full moon shinning its face brightly on dark the dark streets, a rarity as it seemed to constantly rain there on most days.

Just like home she mused begrudgingly.

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She unlocked the door to her flat silently as possible as to not disturb the few neighbors she had, just the one above her, and the super who owned half a dozen cats on the first floor. She was on the forth landing that had an easy elevator ride all the way up, something she was eternally grateful for hearing most of her coworker's horror stories about apartment walk ups. Bella figures, she could have dealt with either, but lately she was taking longer and longer hours at the lab, and her muscles ached plenty without the added stress.

She dumped her duffel on her single coffee table that also served as both the mail drop and dining table in her one bedroom apartment (if it could be called that with it feeling more and more like a shoe-box with every passing day). She made for her small kitchenette and started a new pot of coffee; she still had a few hours of studying to knock out before she would get some well-deserved rest. As she waited for the kettle to boil, Bella studied her belongings. Across the kitchen was her duffel on the table by the door, with one small love seat that faced a window. Underneath was a small bookcase that held all of her favorites like her copy of Wuthering Heights along with a few others by the Bronte sisters, stories from Victor Hugo, and love sonnets by Marlowe. Sitting on top of the cheap wood were a few photos of her with her mom and dad growing-up, given to Bella when she first left to live closer to Seattle; the last one was a group photo when she hung out with Jacob's pack the week before she left, Billy had them all huddle in front of the rabbit for posterity's sake.

They shone with infectious obnoxious youth with their silly gestures and laughing faces; Paul and Jared hung off each other loosely as they struggled whose arm went over the other's shoulder; Embry pulled a face as he stood by Sam and Emily, who was safely tucked into Sam's arms with his head resting on hers; Bella herself was stuck in a pseudo head-arm lock with the Clearwater siblings, Seth almost smothering her to death, and Leah whom scolded him for it like any older sister would. On Bella's right was Jacob, his arm slung over Angela Webber's shoulder- both discreetly looking besotted as possible in their new relationship, Jacob only having imprinted on her weeks before at Bella's graduation. She was happy for them, really. She loved Jake, he was her sun, but what she knew wouldn't work he eventually accepted, and apparently just in time when fate butted in.

She let out a sigh.

Fate.

Bella wasn't sure to laugh or to cry at the idea. Once, she would have firmly believed that fate had guided her to him, to them, to become what she was always destined to be, a vampire. Back then she'd had always felt like she wasn't born in the right skin, that she was the black speck in a flock of white sheep. When she met them, she knew she could shine, be better and more perfect than she could ever be as a human. But that choice was taken away from her a second time, after they had gotten back from Italy; the exact moment when he said he wouldn't spend eternity with her as a soulless monster.

Of course that time she wasn't going to let it be up to him, she proposed that the family put it up to a vote, try to make him to see that she didn't care if she would 'lose' her soul, as long as she could be with him that it would be worth it. And everyone, except Jasper and Rose, were in her favor. Rosalie she could understand initially, being an almost constant victim to her barbs of distrust and hate, but later hearing her story about how she came to join the Cullen's sobered Bella's take on the blonde's decision quite a bit. Jasper's was surprisingly hurtful to an extent; she didn't expect to feel a slight sense of betrayal as the words left his lips seeing as they have barely talked two sentences to each other, not to mention the horrific mishap that was her last birthday. She pleaded profusely to him that she did not blame him a single bit, but she could see he still had trouble accepting that fact. Later on he said the outcome shouldn't rest on his vote, that he wouldn't take the choice away from her. But he told Bella that becoming a vampire meant losing a part of yourself that was integral to who she was at that moment. That it would take years, decades even, to find parts herself after her newborn phase but those pieces would never heal right. Esme reassured her that she would stand by Bella every step of the way, Carlisle behind her, and told her that no matter what that she was a part of their family.

The vote over, Emmett gave a big whoop and swept Bella off her feet, spinning her in circles around the room. Alice had just announced that she saw that it would be her to change Bella when Edward smashed a fist into Esme's lovely dining table. Everyone's heads swung in his direction in surprise, for Bella so hard that it almost hurt, and watched as he stood up, his furious black eyes meeting Alice's glimmering gold. It took only a moment for Alice to scream "NO!" curling into herself, her vampiric eyes gleaming with tears that couldn't fall. Jasper rushed to her side, waves of calm and security filling the space as he desperately tried to comfort his waling wife. Bella panicked. Whatever Alice saw was terrible, and the hole in her chest from months before began to grow once more as she gazed into Edward's determined gaze.

"That's what I'll do Alice. I've made my decision." he said coolly, his face completely unreadable and making an expression Bella has never seen before. She turned to Alice who was still weeping in Jasper's arms.

"Alice. What did you see?" she asked apprehensively.

Alice only shook her head and buried herself further into Jasper's embrace and shook violently.

Carlisle stood in front of his son with his hand reached out onto his shoulder gripping tightly, "I cannot let you do this Edward, you decided you cannot live without her. I. Will. Not. Lose. You." he said in the most desperate tone Bella's ever heard him use.

Edward barely even registered his sire before him, his treacherous gaze solely focused on the small seer.

Alice shook her head, "He doesn't plan to end himself, he plans to join them." she cried. Shock rocked everyone in the room for even the thought, it seemed, was inconceivable. Carlisle's face broke with despair as he looked back to his son.

Bella suddenly grew numb.

The pixie continued, "If any one of us turn Bella, Edward will go to the Volturi and offer himself to Aro. Aro in turn will use Edward as leverage against us to join him or die." She finally brought her head up to meet Edward's gaze with equal hate. "Do you SEE?! All you will do is ensure that our family is destroyed while the rest of us are DEAD!"

Rosalie growled loudly and moved quickly, too fast for Bella's eyes to follow, but she was held back by both Emmett and Esme as Carlisle stood between both her and Edward as some sort of buffer.

He spoke to the room as a whole as he said this;

"We MUSTN'T turn on another. This ends NOW. Edward, as your maker I command that you will NEVER turn yourself over to the Volturi ever again, is that CLEAR?!"The order resounded in all of them as they awaited a response, then Edward rose his head to meet Carlisle's,

"I will only stay apart of this coven if she remains human, I WILL NOT take part in her murder. That is my decision." His statement was resolute. He will never sway, Bella cried internally until her despair leaked into streams down her cheeks. Esme cried out vocally and grasped her chest, as her heart were in pain, and Rosalie took this as her chance.

"YOU SELF-RIGHTEOUS BASTARD." she exclaimed, leaping out of Emmett's hold, and rushed Edward, raising her right hand to slap him across the cheek.

Once her hand made contact, his cheek visibly split with a loud crack in the air like thunder that shook Bella's brain harshly. He went through the wall into the next room, beams of wood that supported the foundations shook and plaster came off the walls, causing Bella to cover her head as it rained down on her. Glass could be heard shattering in the other room as Rosalie had already raced after him.

The others were shook out of their stupor, and quickly followed. Esme grabbed Bella and ran her out of the house entirely to a glade in the outer reaches of the yard. Due to the unexpected trip, Bella was knocked out of breath and wheezed in the thin mountain air in sharp pants. Bella looked around dazedly in her new surroundings for the others until her gazed rested on the house on the other side of a crop of tall pines. Esme patted her back gently, trying to assist her to get her lungs back, murmuring soft words of comfort even in this horrible situation.

This is all my fault, Bella realized, it's me that's tearing them apart.

It's me.

It's ME.

Oh my god.

Why?

Why Edward?

Bella didn't realize when she was caught from falling on the ground, and how Esme was watching her worriedly or when she started babbling out loud to herself when Esme tried to reassure that none of this was her fault.

But it was, Bella thought brokenly.

They could hear fighting from their position, but they couldn't see through walls, so they didn't know who had gotten involved in separating the two, who could get hurt. The sounds drew further away, and Esme grabbed Bella lightly by her shoulders.

"The coast is clear, I'm going to move us now Bella, so that we can get to your truck and drive you home. Alright?" she said sweetly.

Bella wasn't even aware if she nodded before they had taken off. In seconds, they were inside her truck and Esme tore down their driveway.

Bella didn't even bother with the seat belt.

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AN:

And I'm stopping that here folks, I didn't want to get immersed in the main plot right away or that would be an easy 8,000 more words and make this feel too long. IDK maybe this is too short, that's up to you.

I wanted to go ahead and get the main break from the Cullen's out of the way, as a basis of why she's ALONE in Budapest and what kinda of went down. But I did leave it a bit on a cliff there didn't I? Yes, I wanted a little mystery, and it gives me something to write about later on.

So this story is going to be more of the Sci-Fi genre than trying to tie together all the canon qualities of both universes in the usual way, so I ask you to keep an open mind and brace yourselves. This story will definitely be a bumpy ride.

See you next time!

TBC...