When I opened my eyes I was laying on my back on the ground, there were a few people around me, and beyond them was a white ceiling that was dimly lit. They were all asking if a girl named Bella was okay, but they were all looking at me, I sat up slowly as they all backed away to let me get up. Once I had sat up I crossed my legs putting my hand on my head, which hurt enough to make me notice it, and looking up I found that they were all looking at me.

"Bella," one of them, asked putting his hand on my back to help steady me, "are you okay? You haven't passed out ever since you were changed a decade ago." Changed into what? "Into a vampire, Bella don't you remember?" Who? What? I don't know what you're talking about, so what should I say? I looked around the room; there were two girls by me and the man with his hand on my back so that I wouldn't fall over. The man was looking at the two girls, who both took one of my hands and helped me up and lead me over to a chair that I sat down in to try to understand what was going on. Looking around the room I found that it was all white with no bed, but there was a hard wood desk and a few book shelves along the walls.

"Who are you," I asked them all. They all seemed to be a little worried, like I was suppose to remember something that I just didn't.

"Bella," one of them said, "do you even know who you are?"

"Um…" I thought for a moment, trying to remember my name, "um…"

"Well, what ever happened, you lost your memory," the other girl said looking straight into my eyes. Eventually she left the room as if nothing had happened, I looked at the other two, was there something I was suppose to know? I searched their faces for emotion, but the only thing that I could find was confusion and concern. Who are you? What's a vampire? Are you both vampires, as you claim I am?

"Yes," the man said, I then noticed that he still had a hand on my back, "we are vampires. I'm Aro, and this is Rachel, she's one of your friends." I turned my head to look at the girl, who smiled sweetly at me, as if we had known each other for a long while.

This was where my memory began, the day when I was found Laying unconscious on my bedroom floor without memory, something made me remember this today as a strange man walked into the room. I was standing behind Aro, who had apparently been the one to turn me into a vampire, and who treated me as if I was his daughter. Still, I loved him as my father, he was the one to tell me about my past when it was discovered that I didn't remember on my own. I was standing behind Aro's throne, watching the man walk in, he seemed distressed, but still within bounds, he was looking right at Aro, as if there was no one else in the room. He was tall, muscular, and had short dark colored hair, and his eyes were a cross between very light brown and gold. He stopped once he was in about the middle of the room, and then he seemed to take in the rest of the room, and then his eyes stopped when they reached me.

"Ah," Marcus said from his seat by Aro's, "if it's not one of the Cullen's. What can we do for you?"

The boy's eyes seemed to stay on me, looking directly into my eyes, but I didn't make eyes contact with him. "We need your help out in Forks," the boy said after a while, "there are more werewolves then there should be to keep just us under wraps, and we don't know what is going on. We can't defeat them on our own and we need your help." The boy was still looking at me, which made me seem quiet uncomfortable.

Caius seemed to notice this as well as I did, "seems that he wants to know who our friend is Aro, why don't you introduce him to her?"

Aro hesitated to say anything, looking at the man questioning what to do, "Well then, I guess that you do have the right to know, Emmet. This is Isabella. She has been with us for around thirty years now."

So his name is Emmet. I nodded acknowledging him, but there were more important matters to take care of. Emmet was excused from the room, the members of the Volturi that were in the room all gathered around to decide what to do, most said that the Cullen's haven't given us a reason to hate them or not aid them, and we decided that we would send three people to help them. Pieces of paper were passed around and we all wrote our names down and put them in a hat, well everyone except Aro, Marcus, and Caius, who would choose the names of those who go. Marcus picked first and he picked Max, who looked about twenty one years old and was very strong and fast even by vampire standards, his eyes were red as a normal vampires, but his hair was a beautiful blond that looked like it actually might have been a light gold. He had been a friend for mine since a few years ago, and he was a kind man, well as kind as a vampire can be. Next to choose was Marcus, who picked out Sam, a vampire with short brown hair, who lived in Minnesota in America before he was turned a decade ago, and he was one of the sweetest boys I had ever met. He was only about fourteen when he was turned, so he was the youngest of the Volturi, who made his way here by helping me out a few years back with tracking down a newly changed vampire. The last to pick was Aro, I waited patiently behind his throne waiting patiently for him to draw his name and get on with the next thing. When he had drawn the last name he looked over it quickly, and to displeasure he said my name. Aro became confused for a moment and looked back at the name, it's not that I didn't want to go, but why did everyone look like it was even a mistake to put my name in the hat?

"This whole idea became more interesting," Aro said. I hadn't been outside these walls in twenty years, since I first lost my memory, but what did it mean that this would be so interesting? "Well, why don't we call our friend back in and introduce him to his new friends, then you three may go pack."

Emmet was called back in, and we were all introduced to him, I was last, but when we shook hands he seemed to hold mine longer, and seemed to want so desperately to tell me something, but looked like he couldn't. When the three of us were dismissed we walked half way back together, until the two boys were stopped and someone that I didn't really know asked the boys to follow him. I still continued on my way to my room, once there I sat down in the chair that I had by my window and looked out the window for a while before packing. Around twenty minutes passed before I started to pack, and I had only been packing for around five minutes and was judging what was in my closet when there was a knock at my door. I went over to the door to find that Aro was on the other side.

"Aro, sir, hello," I said confused about why he was there. He came in and wandered over to my bed, which was just there because I liked to lay when I read instead of sit, and saw that I had barely anything packed.

"You don't have much packed do you," he asked with a strange smile, "you always take your time with everything don't you?"

"Um, I do a little bit, but not a lot. I just liked to watch the people from the city, it's interesting to see how predictable they are every day."

He smiled like he normally did; a somewhat evil, yet still caring smile that I grew to love. "I was talking to the other two, and they have agreed that this will be more of a learning experience for you than anything. Mostly because you still can't really control your power of ice. I want you to spend the least amount of time in the Cullen's house as possible; since you rarely get out of these walls I want you to spend time out side. Go swimming at night or something, go shopping, take a hike, just do whatever you want to as long as you aren't in that house too much."

"Yes sir," even though I didn't know why Aro was higher up then me here, and I had to listen to him, with Max and Sam to make sure that I do. Aro helped me finish packing, though he was creepy for some reason he always treated me as if I were his daughter, but I doubted that we even were related in any form.