"ANNNNNNNNNNNNN!" I heard my alarm clock going off repeatedly trying to do it's job at waking me up. Pulling my pillow closer to me I opened one of my jewel like blue eyes and stared at the red blur that displayed itself in front of me. Squinting slightly I attempted to put the blur into focus. 11:56pm it read. I stared down at my position on the bed. My legs were straight, and side by side in front of me. My hands were resting in my lap, and my head was leaning against the headboard as my face was turned toward the ceiling. I must have fallen asleep for a couple of hours while watching tv. I let a yawn escape my lips as I ran a hand through my hair again. Sluggishly i let my body slump forward at an attempt to lunge from the bed. Instead i fell side ways as my face was engulfed in the white sheets that surrounded my bed. I groaned loudly as i pushed myself up and swung my legs to the side of the bed. The warm and fuzziness of the carpet below me made me smile for some reason that was unknown to me. Maybe it was the familiarity of home, and when i was a little girl. When i used to jump from my bed and run to the kitchen hoping my father had sent me a post card describing his new location.

The thought of my father just then brought sadness to my mind. I forced myself up and to the shower i went. There was no way i was going to get back to sleep so i might as well get out of my clothes and bathe. The hot shower in my small little apartment could not be rushed, so i decided to let the water run in the bathtub until it was warm and i stopped it up. Buzzing around my cozy home i found undergarments and pajamas to cloth myself with when i finished my soaking. I took a peek into the bathroom to see how high the water had gotten in the bathtub and decided it was high enough. Pulling down the toilet seat, i rested my clothes on top of it and disrobed, locking the bathroom door behind me. I found it funny, locking the door. The things i was afraid of would be the slightest bit discouraged by a locked door.

Being surrounded by the alluring hot water as i stepped in caused me to take a trip down memory lane, reminding myself how it was i got here in this small town with no parents, no family, and hardly any friends. Closing my eyes i remembered.

As a young girl I had finally gathered the strength to ask my mother why it was my father was never home. As far as i knew my mother and father were happy together. Every time I had seen them, my mother couldn't stop telling him how much she loved him, and when she thought i wasn't looking she'd plant a kiss to his lips and smile to herself. She laughed at my question to my surprise, and told me my father was an architect. He traveled all of the world finding artifacts and new discovers which caused him to be away from home for long periods of time. She admitted to me that she missed him too, dearly in fact. With this new information I had began receiving postcards from him. Postcards that told me where he was, if he had discovered anything, how he was doing, and where he was off to next. I would get them nearly every 6 or 7 weeks almost.

However, there was one postcard that set me on my journey to find the truth. In my mind i always wanted to be like my father, exploring new worlds and finding new things, but i never actually set my mind to do so. I had gotten my last letter from my father when i was 15 in which informed me that he was currently in Maine, and was heading to Italy. There he was going to take a tour of the Volterra Manner. It was the last postcard i had ever gotten. I waited, and waited, waited, but received nothing. Finally when i turned 18 I told my mother that i wanted to began touring around the world and finding new things. Of course i couldn't tell her the truth. The Truth that, i was going to Italy to look for my father. She would have never let me get even closer than the air port. She granted me a cell phone with only her number, a couple of my aunts, and emergency contacts programed inside just in case. I took it with me of course and set on my way.

It took me about 2 to 3 days before i was able to go from little Franklin Tennessee to Volterra Italy. There were many people there, and many people i could ask directions from. I finally got a tour guide map and began heading to the Volterra Manner. It wasn't that hard to find. As one of the tourists said "Look for the big clock tower." When i arrived i noticed there were only letting certain people inside, and they would not permit me to enter. I was discouraged. I had come this far to find my father and now that i was finally here, one step closer they shut me out because i wasn't waring a red robe and had a flashing camera. So i did the only thing i could think of...i snooped around. Looking through windows and climbing on walls, but i stopped when i found the biggest window of them all. It was strange this window, it was made so differently from the rest of the tall manner. It was almost like it was built for you to look out, but not in.

I squinted carefully and got a glimpse of the things inside. There were many people in red cloaks, and then there were three chairs in the middle of the floor almost like, thrones. There were but four men, and one woman. The woman was lovely in her red ballgown, and her dark hair dropping over her shoulders. She seemed to be leading the tourists around, and the men were simply sitting in their thrones, while one was standing beside them. Why were they stationed like this? Almost to show ranking. The one standing by the thrones walked over to the doors and locked them shut, what exactly was going on here?

My questions were answered when I saw one of the men at the center of the run lunge towards the crowd like he was drawn to them. My mind went limp as i saw blood scattering among the crowd as they screamed bloody murder. Many of them ran for the door but found it futile to open, as the rest of the throne men began at the same action. Lunging towards the crowd of people, feasting. What kind of world was this? What were these people doing? Are they even people? My thoughts were cut off quickly as one of them locked gazes with me. He stopped feeding and locked my eyes within his. I couldn't think, i couldn't move, i could only stare at him. What was he? Why did he look at me in such a way? A way as though he were not only surprised to see me, but as if he was surprised i was there. Like he had known me once. He began flashing his teeth and i did the only thing i could think of, i ran. Not just, running for my life but i ran until my lungs were burning and begging me to stop. I looked behind me to see the red irises still gleaming at me.

When i was far enough from the Manner I decided to return to my hotel room. The last thing i needed was to stay there, i needed to go home. Home to my mother, and tell her everything of what i saw. However when i got back to my room the door was cracked, cracked as though someone had been there and didn't care if i knew they were. I crept slowly into my room and saw that my clothes were strung everywhere as though someone had taken them out of place piece by piece examining them. Who would do such a thing? But the memory of the red alluring eyes from before taunted me and it was simple to take a guess. I glanced to the side and saw that i had one small bag packed full of things and a note attached. Ever so slowly i made my way over and opened it.

"You must flee this place Elizabeth, Flee this place and tell no one of what you have seen. I wanted to protect you, and keep you from this but here you are in this damned place. They have gathered your scent from the things you left behind, and soon they will track it to your mother, but i have instructed her to notify them that you were hurt or killed on your pursuit home. A car accident. You cannot go home, you cannot contact your mother or anyone else from your previous life until the Volturi has no reason to believe you are living. In this envelope is a ticket to a small town in Forks Washington along with 17,000 dollars. Go there, make a home, and forget what you have seen here. I can only keep the Volturi in the dark for so long. I had hoped when i didn't send anymore letters you would assume me dead, but you have stumbled across something far greater than us.
Flee and never return my dearest daughter."
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I opened my eyes and gazed over at the sink. It had been 3 months since that day that I opened that note and cried over what was inside. My father had not died, he had abandoned me and my mother for some man eating creatures. Since that time i have searched for answers, and before it's over i will find them.