Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight.
a/n: This is my first fanfiction! Please be kind to me! Sorry it's really short. I don't think anyone would like to read anything too long . . .
She saw her.
She was clinging to a tall boy wearing a long, hooded coat. He was handsome, she thought, like the one she met five years ago. The tourists were pushing her towards the door, impatient to see more of the medieval fortress.
"Bella," her voice broke. But she did not hear her. No one heard her. The two and the pixie-like girl floating with them were caught up in their own world.
She felt slightly relieved that she was exiting rather than entering as she was. But she could not help but feel a tremor of fear. She was with them. She did not know who they were but she did know what they were. She knew what was coming.
A foreign lady was praying in a language she did not know of, clutching a rosary. So she knows as well, she thought. She stared back at the brown-haired girl and the two exquisitely beautiful individuals. What is she doing here? Why is she with them?
She looked around her. Everyone looked so happy except for the foreign lady with the rosary. They didn't know, as the two of them did, that they were rushing towards death. The foreign lady touched her shoulder and spoke softly of her native tongue. She turned to face her, confused. She could not understand.
"I don't know. I really don't know," she managed to say softly, tears brimming her eyes.
The foreign lady became ashen. She slowed her steps. There was no other option. They were going to die.
A huge double door was open and the foreigners gushed inside. The people behind her pushed her impatiently and she stumbled inside and saw them. They were all lined up horizontally, their eyes black with thirst. A gasp escaped her mouth, as everyone did although hers was different. Inside that room was a more medieval, more ancient design. Her shock was because she had seen them, in her mind. He had told her all about them five years ago.
Her gaze shifted frantically at all directions. First, her gaze was at the friendly-looking man who seemed to be the leader.
Don't be fooled by Aro. He's not what he seems, she remembered he said that before.
She stumbled backwards, hitting a woman on her arm. The woman cursed but she was too afraid to apologize.
"Welcome, guests!" Aro greeted. The others, except for a bored looking man, smiled hungrily at them.
They attacked.
She let out a blood-curling scream.
