-1AN: Hey! Thank you, first off, for taking time from your busy (or maybe not-so busy! XD) schedules and lives to read my fan fiction! In case you didn't notice already, this is, I guess, an AU about, duh, Twilight. I'm not sure too much where I'm going with this, but I have a vague idea, so I hope it works! (once my friends find out I'm writing another Twilight FF, they're gonna badger me constantly again, but I love them for it.)

Anyways, see, Bella and her mom went to Europe three years ago and Bella was changed. Through a series of circumstances you will read about, she "joined" (maybe a better word would be drafted…XD) the Volturi. She is in Forks on a "job", and I'll bet you can guess who's there! So, what happens? Is this Bella able to fall in love with Edward? Or will he even want to fall in love with her? (gasp! XD If not, I'll take him! lawl) Oh, and Dusk is the title because it is an alternate word for Twilight. Like how this is alternate universe… yeah, I'm a dork. I know.

So, enjoy! Let me know what you think, and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is cool (I just have a hard time taking it face to face… but please, don't hesitate to tell me how I might be able to improve!) and I LOVE reviews… they make me soo happy, and I tend to update a LOT faster. Plus, they tend to keep me WANTING to write, which is, ya know, good for the readers, YOU.

Sorry this is so long, I tend to blab when I get going. I'll try to keep these things to a minimum (like Uh-hum's, Yeah's, and such. I'm taking a Linguistics class… it's soo fun!!!) so… enough on my part! Again, Enjoy! Bibliocrazed

I sat on the plane, reflecting as I watched the world rush by below, so much smaller than it seemed when you were down there, part of it.

Three years ago, I'd just been visiting Europe with my mom, Renee; she wanted to "see the sights" before she married Phil and settled down. We'd not been there long, maybe a few days, when it happened. It was dark, and we'd gone out to see the city - I could never remember where, exactly - at night… It'd been the last thing we'd done together. All I could clearly remember from that night was the fear, the terror, the screaming… the pain. I shuddered away mentally from those memories, the ones that were terribly, nightmarishly clear.

When I'd woken up, I didn't remember much of anything, didn't know where I was or what had happened. Peter, the one who'd changed me, just barely explained everything, only enough for me to know that my mom was dead and I was now what would be commonly referred to as undead. I was a vampire. Panicking, I tried to run away that night, when Peter was out, but he caught up to me quickly. It surprised me when I almost fought him off; I had never been strong or, well… I'd always thought I was the clumsiest person on the planet. But apparently, I was the clumsiest human on the planet. Being a vampire turned that around 180 degrees.

And then, out of no where, I'd lost control of my body; without my telling it to, it stopped moving, then followed Peter back to the old, dilapidated building he was staying in. A few weeks later, there were others, none of whom had tried to run away as I had - actually, they seemed perfectly content to stay and settle for this hand we'd been unwillingly given. I wasn't. Nearly every night, sometimes even during the day, I'd tried to sneak away; and more times than I could count Peter had brought me back, always through the same means as the first time in the end. Undoubtedly, I was a frustration to him, though I had no idea why, at the time.

It was another one of those days when I was trying to escape that they appeared.

Rain was pattering heavily on the roof, echoing loudly through the dead-quiet house. I was sneaking - again - through the halls of peeling paint and dust when I'd turned a corner… and there they were.

I remember feeling immense relief at the sight of them, despite their uncanny beauty and blood red eyes. I was hoping they would help me.

"Please," I whispered in a cracked voice, barely audible to my own ears. "Help me. I don't want to be here… he won't let me go. Help. Please."

The three of them looked at me with varying degrees of disgust and pity.

"Are there others?" one with dark long, wavy hair asked me; I knew now that he was Demetri.

I nodded. "Yes. Please, are you going to help?" I felt slightly pathetic, even as I asked, for sounding so helpless and weak.

They didn't answer my question. Instead, the big, muscled one - Felix - ordered, "Show us."

I led them to the large room in the middle of the house, where there were pieces of furniture that were falling apart, covered with white sheets stained gray from the dust. About five others, all varying in age and appearance, sat around staring blankly at walls and the floor. I whispered to the three again.

"I tried to talk to some of them, but they don't do anything. Just sit and stare. Until Peter," my voice had trembled as I said his name, "comes and then they just do stuff without him saying anything."

Demetri had nodded, but then, out of no where, Peter was trying to run past us. The last figure, a small little girl who put a Botticelli angel to shame, had stepped forward.

Peter had fallen to the ground, screaming and wailing, clutching his head. The other vampires he'd changed abruptly jumped to action, attacking the three. I watched, wide-eyed and amazed, as they were dealt with the other newborns quickly and efficiently. At one point, two had ganged up on Demetri, and another tried sneaking up behind. I reacted on an impulse - the three were my only chance of making it out, as I saw it - and attacked her. She acted almost robotically, her movements somewhat stiff and her eyes blank. My fear probably played a role in what I did, and soon she was on the ground, torn apart. I remember staring at my own hands in disbelief. Then the little girl - Jane - had turned her eyes on me. Demetri and Felix watched, almost expectantly, then all three frowned in confusion. Jane's expression turned murderous, and I feared she would tear me to shreds as she had Peter and the others. But when she stepped forward, probably to do so, Demetri held out an arm to stop her. He spoke quickly and lowly enough that I didn't hear, but that Felix and Jane, who were right next to him, did. Then he stepped forward.

"You have two choices. You can come with us to Volterra, and meet our Master, or you can suffer the same fate as them." He gestured to the remains of the others. I looked at them, then at the three vampires. Their bright red eyes all watched me unwaveringly.

"Lead the way." I said in a soft voice.

Volterra, Italy, was like nothing I'd ever seen before; which, at the time, didn't really mean much since I didn't remember any other place very clearly. The three led me through the night down twisting alleys and dark side streets until we reached a dead-end. There, we slid down a hole in the street. Jane led the way, Demetri next to me, Felix behind. They moved at an awe-inspiring speed, which made me realize that I could move just as fast without really thinking about it. At the time, I'd though, it appears that Peter didn't tell me much of anything about this whole vampire thing.

They'd led me past a pretty, small, red-haired and blue-eyed receptionist, obviously human. I remember the sudden feeling of need and thirst that swept over me, and the sweet scent of her blood, a sugary vanilla smell. I stopped, unaware of the fact, and stared at her as she typed away at a computer, oblivious. Felix and Demetri both grabbed my arms, and, after pulling sharply and whispering lowly that if I didn't follow them, they'd take me outside and kill me then and there, I looked away. With an effort, I pulled myself away from the tantalizing scent and followed them to an elevator. Once we were moving up and I'd managed to replace the smell in my nose with fresh air, I was appalled by what I'd been thinking… of what I'd wanted to do.

Three men, obviously vampires by their pale, feathery, almost translucent skin, met us in a small, round room with thrones at one end. They all wore long, sweeping black cloaks; two had long black hair that blended into their cloaks, and the other had snowy white hair.

One of the ones with long black hair stepped forward, brushing hands with Demetri. Then he looked me up and down appraisingly.

"Jane," he said quietly, still staring at me, "Try again, why don't you."

The little girl focused her gaze on me, glaring viciously when a few minutes passed and nothing happened. I looked around with confusion.

"Ha, ha! That's interesting. I wonder…" he trailed off, then brushed hands with me. I froze, wanting to flinch away and at the same time wanting to know if his skin was as soft as it looked. After a few moments, he frowned, too, looking angry, then his expression cleared. "Ha!"

Privately, I thought he was a few French fries short of a Happy meal, but if he was the one deciding if I lived or died… who was I to judge?

"I, my dear, am Aro. The two behind me are Marcus and Caius; the three with you are Jane, Demetri, and Felix. We are the Volturi. It is our job to keep tabs on the vampires in this world, make sure thy don't do anything that would reveal us to humans. I can give you two options… you can join us, or you can be killed."

I blinked. In my opinion, that wasn't two options, it was an ultimatum. Which meant I didn't exactly have a choice, now, did I?

I shrugged. "Well, I guess I'm now part of the Volturi, too."

Aro smiled. "Good. Time to start your training, then."

"Please put on your seatbelts, we will be landing shortly." said the pleasant female voice over the intercom. I vaguely wondered how much they paid her to stand around, help rude passengers, and say the same thing over and over again. I put on my seatbelt for the benefit of the old smiling woman next to me, who sent a kind glance my way. Inwardly I sighed; it wasn't likely that a plane crash would kill me. I could always just jump out before it hit the ground and stumble around like the luckiest survivor in history.

The plane began it's decent into the sprawling green landscape of Washington. Already, my mind was thinking ahead to the job I was sent here on, planning how best to go about it and when I would likely be able to go back to Volterra.

With a few bumps and skids, the plane touched down, and soon everyone was loading off. The woman sent one last kind smile my way before disappearing into the crowd. I paused briefly at the edge of things, adjusting to the bombardment of delicious smells heading my way.

Focus! I reminded myself. You can do this.

Glancing around, I stepped into the crowd, heading to the parking area. My only luggage was a carry-on bag; it was all I needed. Sweeping the area, I smiled as I saw the perfect one. Moving at an agonizingly slow pace, I walked straight to the sleek light black BMW Z9, then picked the lock and hot-wired it. It purred to life, making me grin. Barely looking around, I pulled off and sped recklessly down the highway to Forks. The thought of my father's hometown made me laugh - reckless in Forks; a rather hopeless proposition.

Well… I did love a challenge.

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