Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, I do not, bla bla bla….

Prologue

"I think I'm going to be sick," I mumbled to myself, faking a dry heave for good measure.

"Awe, don't tell me this is going to ruin your appetite Carrie, that's so unlike you." William said as he strode up behind me and stood a little in front and to the right of me. I rolled my eyes.

"Of course not," I scoffed, "but you mustn't deny that you find this just as repulsive as I do."

"How can you say such a thing? It's so… romantic." He grinned widely at me, double- checking to make sure I understood his sarcasm. I only chuckled humorlessly in response. "Come now! Even everyone else in this room isn't quite so-" he cut off, frowning to himself. "Well I was going to say 'heartless', but then again I suppose we are all just that. With one glaring exception, of course." He smiled again, and this time I gave him a smirk of my own.

The scene unfolding in front of us could be considered romantic by some, but more than that, I found it downright unnatural. I wasn't lying when I said it made me nauseas, and the more I watched and thought about it, the more I could feel the bile rising in my throat. That stupid girl, I thought to myself. She has absolutely no idea what she's getting herself into. Even those bimbos at the front desk have an idea what awaits them, but this girl? I shook my head. I could see the innocent denial in her eyes, and sense it in the air, as she clung to her unlikely protector. Her dark brown eyes darted back and forth between her friends and those who stood before her, not even aware or caring about those like William and I, lurking on the balconies above. Their arrival had been unexpected to say the least, even after the visit from the male yesterday. Luckily, the majority of us had already gathered close by, awaiting the return of one of the hunting parties. If there were going to be a problem, it would be theirs, and certainly not ours.

And as much as I hated to admit it, I could not deny feeling the overwhelming sense of love radiating off of Aro's two honored guests. It engulfed the room like a warm blanket, settling over my senses and refusing to be ignored. After hearing everything except perhaps the most intimate details of their relationship, I begrudgingly saw the attraction. The girl's blood was certainly enticing, and there was no denying she had quite an emotional hold on the man she clung to so desperately. Their feelings of dedication toward each other were undeniable, but I still didn't like it. A human girl of 18 should not have a vampire for a best friend, let alone have another one for a boyfriend.

Suddenly, Jane stepped forward, and I narrowed my eyes in concentration. Could she also withstand the forces of Jane's gift? Just as it was before though, nothing happened, and I sighed in irritation, turning on my heels and exiting down the long hallway. It took all of a second for William to catch up with me.

"You're not going to stay and watch the show?" he asked, amused.

"No," I huffed. "I most certainly am not. I already know he's going to let them leave, they'll just prance out of here shortly, leaving me with the dirty work for later. Besides, I'm not going to stick around and wait until he gets the brilliant idea to use me for his silly entertainment as well. Honestly, I can't believe how much of a lap dog Jane can be, hopping to obey his every command and wagging her tail in the process."

"You know Caroline, not all of us can afford to be as free-spirited as you."

I stopped dead in my tracks and he turned to look at me curiously.

"What?" He questioned, his brow furrowing. I looked at him closely then, following the lines of his strong, square jaw up to his prominent brow and his head of messy, dirty blonde hair. It was cut shorter than most of our acquaintances kept theirs, but it was functional. He was barely an inch taller than me, but heavily built and ruggedly handsome. I stared into his red eyes, now a dark maroon, and wondered how he felt about me.

"I'm sorry," I blurted out; my eyes still wide and fixed on his face. Most of the others found my stare unnerving, but he just pursed his lips and stuck his hands in his pockets.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Still," I shrugged. "I mean it. I often forget how tightly most of you are bound." He nodded then, and reached out to grab my arms, pulling me closer to him. His left hand traced a scar that ran the length of my right forearm and his eyes locked with mine.

"You are bound in other ways," he stated simply. "I often forget that as well."

I gave him a slight smile, but suddenly found myself restless and uncomfortable in the situation. I pulled away from his hold, but gently.

"I'm going out for a bit," I said, and averted my gaze to the nondescript stone floor. "As soon as it's dark. This cross species love fest has me feeling… unsatisfied. I need to go on a real hunt. And before you ask, the answer is no. I want to go alone." He sighed, but gave me a crooked smile.

"You're going to miss the extravagant convenience of the hunting party and the catch they worked so hard to gather."

I laughed. "Don't wait up for me." Turning to my right, I started to make my way down the hall to my room, thinking to gather up a few personal items, but stopped with a sudden curiosity. "William?" I asked.

He turned to look at me once again, already heading in the opposite direction. "Yes?"

"What were their names?"

"Whose names, dearest?"

I sighed and tapped my foot irritably. "You know who I mean, Will." I said, ignoring his term of endearment. "The vegetarians and their little human play thing."

"Hmm… Cullen, I think. Edward and Alice Cullen. It seems the leader of their coven is an old friend of Aro's. The human girl is Isabella-something."

I nodded and turned away, continuing on my path down the hallway. Even though their sick romance defies the laws of nature, I thought to myself, it will still be a shame when I have to kill them.

A/N: So… this is my first ever fanfic! I read these things almost religiously, and this idea had been bouncing around in my head for a few weeks before I decided to open an account and publish it. Any impressions so far? I have the next three chapters done already, but I'm working on some editing and transitions. Nothing frustrates me more than when an author starts a story and then gets really sketchy about updates and continuing/completing it, so I PROMISE you, RIGHT NOW, that I will try my very best to not be one of those people. CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE! I'll sign a contract in blood if need be. I have the whole plot planned out in my noggin, it's not going to be terribly long or filled with fluff when I can't think of anything. Things will happen, the story will move along quickly, and we'll get to that Oh So Sweet ending together. Mmmkay? And pretty please with a cherry on top would you write me a review? You have no idea how nice it is to hear people's thoughts and opinions, no matter what they may be :D