Title: Angels and Demons

Rating: T

Length: Multi-chaptered

Summary: After New Moon (Bella accepted Edward's proposal, though). Bella is Edward's fiancee. The Volturi find out and kidnap Bella. A hundred years later, the Volturi hold a ball for the most powerful guard members. The Cullens are invited and the lovers are reunited. Will the Volturi let their love flourish or will they hold Bella captive once more?

I tossed and turned all night long, my feeling of uneasiness never leaving. When I woke, I discovered my reason for feeling uneasy. Two burly cloaked figures, and a petite cloaked figure stood by my bed. I froze. The petite figure said, "She's awake."

I realized the petite figure was a girl. I whispered, "Who are you? What do you want?"

The girl said, "We are members of the Volturi. Come with us and you, your family, and your fiancee will not be harmed."

I knew the Volturi were to be feared. I climbed out of the bed and said hoarsely, "I'll come. You have to swear not to hurt them."

The tiny girl sneered, "Of course. Our master would be displeased if we hurt Carlisle or his family."

I felt relief flood through me. I didn't honestly care about myself as long as my family wasn't harmed. One of the burly men grabbed me and hauled me through the house and out the door. I shivered. The air was very cold, and I was frightened. At some point as the trio ran, I couldn't hold my eyes open anymore and dropped into unconsciousness.

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The next thing I knew, there was buring. Lava scorched through my veins and I screamed more than once. I wanted to cry, but no tears fell. I would never cry again. Eventually, the pain faded from everywhere but my heart. There it magnified and burned even hotter, trying to outrace my pounding heart. Eventually, the flames one and my heart beat thrice—ؙthree hollow beats—before it was silenced. My eyes flickered open and I saw my first sight as a vampire; a dull white ceiling. I realized I was on a bed and climbed off. For some reason, I felt calm; not at all out of control like a newborn was supposedly like after she was changed. I walked across the room, spotting a large oval mirror. I was entranced by my reflection. The woman was tall and slender, with chalk-white skin, lusturous brown hair, and vibrant red eyes. I hated the eyes. I gently touched my face and flinched back when the woman in the mirror copied my movement. I was the frightening woman in the mirror. I sunk down into a sitting position on the floor and buried my face in my hands. The door creaked open and a sighing voice said, "Ah, dear Bella, you've finished."

I muttered into my hands, "You talk like it was voluntary."

The man chuckled and sighed, "Ah, but you did come with us."

I looked up and realized I was—once again—under the scrutiny of Aro Volturi. I frowned and said, "Why am I here?"

Aro said, "You have a talent that will be very useful to us. And, you had not been changed yet, so we took matters into our own hands."

I said harshly, rising, "You are not the hand of God, Aro Volturi. The date was set. I would have been changed in less than a month!"

Aro grimaced and said, "We were unaware."

I snapped, "Oh, just shut it! You knew! You just want me. You've never seen anything like me."

Then, he did the unthinkable. Aro slapped me. Hard. My head snapped back and I fixed him with a cold stare. I didn't kill him; I didn't bust out crying and ask for Edward. That was the day the weak Isabella Swan died. That was also the day the numb, strong Isabella Volturi was born.