Novalee Morningstar is walking the busy streets of Volterra, Italy as the sun shines. The beautiful human is wearing a smile as bright as the sun that's above her head. Novalee was born in Athens, Greece to Achilles and Aludra Morningstar. A Greek woman living in Italy, so what? Novalee is extremely happy.

Novalee makes a mistake and she walks down an empty allyway and she smells booze. It smells as if it has been freshly spilled and freshly drank.

"Ehi, piccola!" a drunk Italian calls out, saying hey baby. "Va bene, vogliamo solo parlare!"

Novalee remains quiet, now knowing that the booze smell is coming from this man. She turns and finds him a good distance away, how did she feel his drunk ness and smell the booze from his body? She has no idea.

"Mm, piccola, stai bene," another man says as he comes out from another ally, two more Italian men come out, all four of these men are intoxicated with a lot of liquor.

"Per favore, non per favore. Non è necessario farlo. Sei ubriaco," Novalee pleads, the drunken men hear the Greek accent behind her Italian.

The first man ignores her as he walks up behind her, slowly rubbing his hands down her sides, glad she's wearing a sundress where he can feel her body. When Novalee struggles, he grips her tight as the second man forces his lips against hers.

Tears flow quickly down Novalee's cheeks as she fights against the men. The other two men go over and they rip her dress, and the first man manages to remove the panties from the human. Novalee kicks the man kissing her and the other two men throw her down. They begin kicking away at her ribs and her stomach, the first man stomps on her hands, making her bones crumble - but little do they know, a random red eyed vamorke is in the shadows, watching.

"Per favore!" Novalee pleads before she starts coughing up blood, thd first man gets between her legs. "Per favore..." She's weak, the vampire in the shadows watches in fear and he growls, the suns out, but it's starting to go down. "Per favore..."

"Stai zitto, brutta cagna," the man growls before forcing himself inside the dying girl - she's slowly dying, bleeding to death.

When the first man finishes, the second man starts in. Then the third, and the fourth. The vampire is watching helplessly as the woman is raped by four drunk men in an ally. As the fourth and final disgusting man finishes, the sun has set low enough for the vampire to flash out and kill them all, draining their blood and snapping their necks.

Novalee meets the dark skinned vampire's eyes, not scared. She can't feel anything, she's too weak. Too weak to move, too weak to speak or scream.

"Hi, there," the man greets as he kneels beside her. "I..." he pauses. "I'm sorry i just watched. The sun... I couldn't risk it in too public of a place." His accent... It sounds French to a near-death Novalee. "My name is Laurent, even though that is not of importance... I can save you, Miss. I can turn you into something, the same as me. A vampire. Can I?"

Novalee weakly nods, not wanting to stay dead. The woman knows what vampires are, she is in the town where vampires are the kings. The kings of the vampire world, the Volturi. Novalee has heard many stories. She hopes they can help her after this.

"All right," Laurent says as he pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. "All right." Laurent bends and he bites her neck as her heart finally stops. He bites down the woman's arms and her legs, then he's gone in a flash.