Disclaimer: Twilight and Aladdin belong to their respective owners. The idea to intertwine them belongs to me.

Author's Note: This story was inspired by Aladdin and will be told in third person, but will be centering on Bella and Edward. In this story, the vampires are a combination of Twilight's vampires and Buffy's vampires (they don't sparkle in the sun, garlic, crosses, and wooden stakes affect them, etc.). I'll try not to make it too predictable. Reviewers get a preview.


Long ago an average man sought refuge from the torturous weather in a dark cave. What the man did not realize was the cave was already occupied by a swarm of a unique type of bat. The man was attacked, the many bats converging on him to claw and bite his skin. Miraculously, he survived.

Soon after he had returned to his home, a terrible fever set in. In three days time, he was on the brink of absolute agony—screaming and pleading to be put out of his misery. The man had two brothers who cared for him and were far too selfish to do as he wished. When they refused, the man grew quiet and they feared he had finally passed.

The man was far from dead. In truth, he had been reborn.

He was the first vampire.

The vampiric disease spread quickly after that and the panic set in. The immortal beings were completely indestructible, apart from the light of the sun or the drive of a wooden steak through their heart. The humans feared the vicious blood drinkers who hid during the day, but terrorized them at night. Most of them were savage and drank more than their fill, destroying innocent maidens and tainting their purity with their venom dripping fangs.

The humans saw the undead creatures as a poison, claiming the souls of all humanity. The vampires saw the flimsy and easily breakable people as cows, ready for the slaughter.

One day a young girl was taken from her home. This outraged the humans beyond all of the other despicable acts committed by the vampires. The father of the child was heartbroken and sought the comfort of the village church. He prayed for a light to end all darkness, so that never again would anyone have to suffer.

The gods answered his call.

The time of twilight came as it did every day, but instead of the sky fading into darkness, the sun shone through the clouds like a beacon of light.

Humans and vampires alike were confused by nature's incongruity, waiting for night to come and the screams of victims to fill the air.

They never came.

For two thousand years, darkness never came and the vampires were forced to remain underground, feeding off of stray humans, or hikers within the deepest recesses of the forest. The races were divided into the Land of the Living, and the Land of the Dead.

Will the sun's flame burn one world to the ground or will darkness diminish the light and prevail upon the surface?

When day and night meet, will Twilight return?