This is a fanfiction idea I have held onto for a while, one I wasn't ready to write until my writing skills improved some. I hope that I can mold this story into something people will enjoy.

After I finished the story IMPORTANT note

First, I do recommend the later author's notes because I did enjoy them though assume any an all questions I asked ya'll are kinda null and void at this point.

Second, I feel I should mention before the story begins. This story is not a romantic love story -though there is a bit of background romance-. If you are looking for romance you're in the wrong place. If you're looking for a story about loving friends and family you're in the right place.

Third, I have concluded that I am not a huge fan of how this story came out however I absolutely loved the sequel. If you finish this -though I'm biased- I really recommend the Essence.

I will say this once. I do not own Twilight or any of the characters related to the franchise. The only things I claim to own are my character and the story idea. The aspects pulled directly from the Twilight universe belong solely to Stephanie Meyer. Now that that's been said, enjoy!

My name is Isabella Marie Swan. At least it was when I was young. My family had made the mistake of visiting Volterra, Italy. Now I was referred to as Isabella and I was a Bloodbag.

What is a Bloodbag?, you may ask. In short I am a vampire's pet. Their supply of blood. Though it is unfortunate that I ended up here I got lucky. Rather than kill me like the rest of the humans that had been in my group. Aro, the vampire who took me in, saved me. He was fascinated by me and kidnapped me. I became Aro's pet in Volterra. Unfortunately what happened after my eighteenth birthday was inevitable. Let's start there.

I awoke in my chambers to the sound of screaming. I climbed out of my bed and tiptoed to the door, opening it and peaking down the hall. It was almost completely pitch black except candles attached to the walls lighting small areas in front of them.

"Let me go you vampire scum!" I didn't recognize the voice. I probably should've. There was a hiss and another scream. Usually there was a strict no death in the human corridor rule, unless this girl had been trying to run.

I couldn't help myself. I tiptoed out the door and snaked along the wall towards the sound of the voice.

"I promise you. This will be much simpler if you don't fight it." I froze, my heartrate speeding up. Aro's voice filled my ears and it took a short second for my brain to work well enough for me to back up.

"Go use your own fucking Bloodbag." I could hear the sneer in the girl's voice.

"I cannot." He spoke the phrase in Italian, every instinct screamed at me to go back to my room but I had to know. "I have made a grave mistake by keeping her around so long. I have grown a…bond with her that I must break. Marcus has warned me."

"So he's the one who told you to use me?" Her voice stiffened, but my mind was farther away than that. Aro had taken such good care of me. He had raised me eight years of my life. He hadn't even used me as his Bloodbag until I was sixteen. What kind of bond would he have formed with me that would make him use another vampire's Bloodbag rather than come to me?

I turned on my heels to run back to my bed, that was the plan. Instead I ran straight into the solid figure of Jane. She was a very young vampire with golden hair that was almost always hidden beneath her cloak. She wasn't kind on humans and by all rights she should've killed me for sneaking out of my chambers. Instead she studied my face, thoughtful; I could almost see pity in the little bit of light that covered her face from the candles.

I was surprised when she didn't kill me. "Isabella, I suggest returning to your chambers." After a second she walked past me. I didn't hesitate, I took off in the direction of my bed hoping I didn't run into anyone else.

When I was comfortably back in my bed and I thought over the conversation I had overheard. If Aro had chosen not to feed from me because of this "bond" there were three possible outcomes. I had no doubt it meant he was done with me, I would either be executed in the morning, I would be auctioned off, or if they felt I would be of use to them I would be turned.

Something about the idea of being auctioned off left me with an ache in my stomach. I hadn't left the catacombs of Volterra in eight years. The idea of seeing sunlight again left my heart throbbing.

Then someone opened the door. I blinked in the candlelight at the tall figure in the doorway, swallowing I sat up.

"Isabella." Aro's voice made my heart pound, he was sitting on my bed in a movement so quick I didn't see it. "Let me see your hand." I could've sworn my heart stopped. I hadn't thought about Jane telling him she had seen me in the hallway. At the first contact of skin he would know everything I had seen. That was what he did with every other person, every other human.

I straightened my back and held out my hand, turning my body so I was facing him. He took it and in the dim candlelight I could see his rapid blinking as he took in every memory I had ever had.

"I am sorry, sir-" I didn't get to finish my sentence before I felt ice cold lips on mine. I struggled against him; I didn't have to think about it before I knew this was not what I wanted. The issue was it didn't matter what I wanted. I was a slave and I had made the mistake of forgetting that.

He pulled away and stood, did any skin contact with him open him to your thoughts? "Isabella." He said it as if it was the saddest word in the world. He looked back at me once before he was gone. I lay back down, pulling my knees to my chest then I cried. It was stupid but I couldn't help myself. That was his farewell and I knew it. Tomorrow would tell me whether I was going to be killed or not.

I'm not sure how that came out, and no, Bella will not be pairing up with Aro.

Also, who do you think the girl she heard Aro speaking to was? Let me know! R&R!