Hello there beautiful people! This is my first fanfic so I really hope you like it!

I'm gonna write this just THIS time

I do NOT own anytthing of Twilight besides the plot, some OOCs and my OC. OK? Good

Enjoy.

Yoshida Hotaru.

I finally arrived. Volterra. Gorgeous as I imagined, and it seemed that the city was very popular. Loads of people walked back and forth everywhere.

An ancient-like place caught my attention. It was really big and there was a crowd outside the entrance. Next to the door, hiding in the shadow, was a beautiful pale woman in a red dress greeting everyone who walked through the door. Just like Alistair described everything. Her reddish brown hair matched her skin tone and complexion. Mahogany, I heard my mother's voice saying in my head, that's the color of my hair, darling, just like the wood.

I made my way through the crowd and before I could enter the place, I stopped myself, just a meter away from the door. I looked inside, thinking.

"Dear" I heard her smooth voice with a peculiar accent, and I felt how she placed her hand over my shoulder. I turned my gaze to her pale face and crimson eyes. "Where are your parents?" she asked, hiding not to well her smirk.

"I-I'm lost" I lied. I suddenly felt attracted by this woman, like if I was a bee and she was the honey. I felt attracted to the place, to whatever was inside it; I felt the necessity to enter there.

"Oh, maybe they are inside" she suggested, pointing with her index the entrance "let's do something" she said a little gleeful, like if she was talking to a toddler "why don't you take the tour to look if they are inside and if they are not there, you can maybe wait inside until they come for you" she smirked, very widely.

I gave her a thoughtful look for a moment, and then I turned around to see to the opposite direction of the entrance. I saw the people walking back and forth everywhere. Why this happened to me? I wish I could be human again and not a…monster…a killer…a beast…a vampire.

The sunlight touched the tip of my pale nose a few seconds before I covered my face more with the hood. I didn't want that people find out the real me, the monster I was. But I missed the sense of warm and heat hitting in my face in those sunny days. Now, the only thing I feel like heat is the horrible constant burning in my throat.

I entered the big place to take the trip that would guide me to them. I followed some tourists, trying to act like I was one of them. HA! Like if I could. I started to perceive the aroma of them, the aroma of their delicious blood. They smelt so good, but I had to resist. Self-control, Raen, you are not a killer, I said to myself.

Waiting I saw all the humans that surrounded me. I saw some of them were so excited to be there, others were just taking pictures of everything around them, but a couple attracted my attention from the entire crowd. Two lovers, they looked like my parents, so fell for each other. I got upset for them; they didn't even know where they were: IN HELL. She suddenly smothered him with kisses. I smiled to myself for a moment. They were so fell in love that I felt envy.

The trip began and I tried to stay at the bottom of the group, right behind the couple of lovers, getting more and more upset, with the thoughts of my parents filling my mind. I missed them, I missed the so much. If I could cry, I would do it at that moment. I closed my eyes for a moment; the thought of that awful day covered my mind, that day when they died, that day when they were murdered. I opened my eyes, scared. Then I look straight at the couple, and I saw how he took her hand gently but also with soft passion, then she rested her head on his shoulder, making the space between them disappear. The sadness started to fill my entire soulless body. I started to think that I would never fall in love, that I would never get someone that would love me the same way I would love him, that I would always be alone, that I would always be a monster. What a pessimistic, negative girl, I sighed as I mentally yelled to myself. Now I wonder why I didn't tell them to run, to scape, and the only thing now is that I didn't.

Finally, we reached the entrance of somewhere – to hell, I would say. Everyone was so excited at the moment. The woman in the red dress opened the great door and ordered everyone to enter, her red eyes lit up and her lips turned into a wicked, mischievous grin. Before she could catch me staring at her, I turned my gaze to see that great room. It was amazingly big and old, with sepia tone walls and pillars. It was very old-fashioned and really gorgeous. At the moment I thought I had traveled through time, I thought that I was in some beautiful ruin. It made you feel like nothing bad was going to happen, it made your worries that something bad would happen disappear, but something really bad was going to happen, and no one could stop that.

The sound of the doors closing interrupted behind me my thoughts. It didn't pass half a second when the screams of pain and scare began to fill the entire room. I barely notice when the woman in the red dress passed next to me. Then I noticed three men standing up in front of three fancy chairs, just 2 of them looked young, 19 years old, maybe 20; the blond one looked older, 40 years old maybe. The three men moved to the middle of the room and started to kill. There were like ten or eleven more of them, all with red eyes. Red like the blood that they were sucking. There was no mercy reflected in their faces, just pure ambition and desire. That made me sick. It was just sick. I saw with sadness and compassion a toddler crying for his mom, who was being killed by one of the red-eyed.

I searched with my eyes the couple. I wanted to see them one last time. They were hiding in a corner of the great room, holding hands. I ignored every noise, every scream, and every cry, just to hear what he was saying to her. "I love you" he said "and I always will" he gave her a softly kiss on the forehead "Now run to the exit and don't look back. Don't stop for me".

More tears rolled down her cheeks "Don't do this to me" she begged.

He kissed her on her pink lips "I love you" he repeated.

"I love you, too" she whispered, wiping the tears that moistened her cheeks.

I stared at him when he began to scream. I knew he was doing that to distract the red-eyed to give her chance to escape. I closed my eyes, I knew what would happen. My dad did the same thing that day just to save us, but it didn't work, they are too fast. A cry of pain broke everything. I knew the scream came from the other side of the room. I knew it was him. At the second, I heard someone gasped and formed a tiny no while panting next to me. I knew it was her. I heard how she tried to open the door, but apparently it was closed. She tried again and again, but it was too late. They were faster. And I heard a gasp again next to me that in a couple of seconds it turned in a painful scream.

The blood scent started to reach my spot very fast. It entered through my nostrils. It was so good, so delicious… so tempting. At the moment I got the desire to attack, to kill. I took three steps backwards and laid my back in the door. Stop! I told myself you can't kill, you're not a killer… you have to have self-control… you can control yourself… you can…

I didn't move for a moment. I dug my nails to the door – and tried not to break it apart in half – and clenched my teeth hard, only to "control" the horrible desire. I waited motionless to everything to stop.

The screams finished two minutes after, and a male voice said "That was refreshing"

I started to open my eyes slowly. The traumatic scene was in front of me. All the bled bodies were lying face down on the floor, and fourteen red-eyed were standing between them. One of them was missing… Unconsciously, I saw to my right. There he was, standing a few inches from me.

"Someone is here" he said "I can feel… her" his voice full of suspicious. CRAP! I thought, worried. He obviously was talking about me. But why he… they can't see me? I asked to myself. He took a very deep breath, maybe feeling my scent. The tracker! I thought immediately, the one that Alistair told me! His voice snapped me from my thoughts "She's…" in a blink he appeared in front of me "HERE" he grabbed me by my neck; his soft, warm hand against the skin of my neck. In less than a second I was lying back down on the floor in front of the three men of the fancy chairs.

"Demetri, she is just a child" the middle one said but not in a worried tone. A smirk curved his lips.

The grip of Demetri's hand tightened, like if he wanted to strangle me. Please do it and stop my suffering I wanted to beg him.

"A newborn one" the blond one commented, emotionless. Newborn?

"Indeed, and with self-control" the third one said, his voice full of curiosity "Interesting" he added.

After a moment of "thinking",the middle one spoke. "Release her, Demetri" he gestured Demetri to let me go. He did as well, pulling his soft and warm hand off my neck. I stood up fast and turned to face the three red-eyed dudes. "Tell me, dear, who did this to you and with what purposes?" he asked; his voice was monotone.

"I-I-I really don't know…" I answered. I tried to remember some details of that day, but at the same time I tried to forget it. Then I made a really weir face when I remembered something "Uhmmm… I think someone called her Maria" I said nervously.

"Maria?" the third one repeated.

"How long have you been like this, dear?" the middle one asked.

"Like… six months" I said.

"Who told you about us?" the middle one made a question again.

God, is he one of the FBI or what? This was getting odd. What do they want to hear? I thought. "A-Alistair, sir" I said

I remembered the night he found me walking alone in a street of England. He looked as old as the middle one and he tried to kill me, but when he found out that I was… how did they called me... oh yes, a newborn, he didn't, sadly. He told me that I had to hunt away from him. I told him I didn't need to hunt. He asked me why and I told him I wanted to die of hunger. He told me that I wouldn't die of that, he told me that I would just get a hideous burning in my throat and an uncontrollably desire of blood. He said to me that if I wanted to die, I had to visit the Volturi. I asked him who or what the Volturi were. He said they were the royalty of vampires, that they would kill me if I really wanted to or if I broke a law. I asked what the laws were. He told me all of them and before I could ask where the Volturi were, he told me that I could find them at Italy. More specific: Volterra.

Now that I think of that night, it was odd he never asked why I wanted to die. Maybe he wanted me dead…

"Read her mind" the blonde one said mischievously "Check if she is telling the truth or if she had broken a law" he smirked crookedly. I noticed his red eyes lit up sadistically.

Just a blink and the middle one was down right in front of me "You hand, dear, please"

I gave him my hand, the one Maria bit. He took it with both his hands, and at the second our skins made contact I felt how he was seeing my thoughts, and it felt weird. "Show me all" I heard his voice saying to me. I knew he wanted something specific. But… what?

I saw in my mind everything that happened the last six month and it didn't felt good, it was like everything was in front of my eyes but all was in my mind.

All stopped when the memory of that day appeared in my eyes, my mind and I knew in his, too.

I was like reviving it again and it hurt.

I was lying down on the grass, the venom running through my veins, burning them. There were hot tears filling my eyes. Dim lights passed through the branches and leaves of the trees. Three blur shadows moved fast from my mother's body to me. I heard screams. It was my family yelling my name, searching me. Maybe they have heard my dad yelling for help minutes ago. One of the shadows said "Maria we have to leave her… We have to go now…" Another shadow sighed. Maria. She said "Ok, but will regret this" with a Hispanic accent. My vision became more blurry. They left in a second. The screams were closer. I had to move. And before the memory continued everything went black. My mind, my vision, everything.

In a second I saw something I have never in my life thought, did or even saw. I saw a beautiful, gorgeous female with red eyes and dark wavy hair holding hands with… the third one… They were smiling and being happy together. Hiding in some place I saw the middle one, looking them furiously. His red eyes full of… envy?

The image changed to another. Purplish red fire was burning the beautiful girl. "Why…" I heard the voice of the middle one. I turned to look at him. His face was upset. He didn't do this, did he? I asked to myself, worried.

I felt how the link broke in our heads. He had pulled his hand. I saw his face, worried. What the heck happened? His crooked smirk was gone and he was looking at his hands with a blank stare.

I looked at everybody. They were all looking at us, their stares deadly and curious. They were questioning us with their piercing red eyes.

"What happened, Aro?" the third one asked him. I looked directly at him. Does he know what happened to his girlfriend? My eyes full of sad looked at him. He ignored me.

"You will see, my dear friend" Aro answered, looking up. He wasn't looking at me, but someone behind me. His crooked smirk came back to his pale lips. "Jane" he said, still looking beyond me. I turned and I saw a normal-size porcelain doll with pale brown hair and sadistic red eyes standing to another porcelain doll, but this one was male and with dark brown hair and blank red eyes. "Please" Aro continued, and she moved from where she was standing.

She looked at me with those piercing, sadistic red eyes. I looked her back, pretending not to be intimidated. I waited to whatever she would do to me.

Suddenly I felt the burning in my throat was expanding all over my body as if the venom returned to visit my veins. Her eyes lit up sadistically, like the blonde's eyes, and her lips crooked a creepy grin.

I closed my eyes, pressed my eyelids, clenched my teeth and tried not to scream. I was trying to resist the horrible pain she was producing. My hands became fists. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry; I wanted to fall on the floor, grab my head with my hands, pull my hair with my fingers and scream my brain off.

After what felt like forever, the pain started to cease until it wasn't there anymore. I thought she was stopping the pain but I realized Aro never commanded her to stop it. It was weird; I didn't know what was happening to me.

I opened my eyes when I heard a scream. The porcelain girl was on the floor, screaming. I'm still wondering why she didn't stop the pain if she was causing it… I think she wasn't thinking at the moment because of the pain.

"Stop it, Jane" Aro ordered. I turn to him.

"Did… she… reflected… Jane's…?" the third one tried to find the correct words to what happened. He looked thrilled.

I looked back over my shoulder when I heard her name. She was standing next to the boy, like if she never moved, but when she looked at me, when we locked stares, her eyes lit up with anger. She hated me.

"Indeed, my friend" Aro said. The blonde smirked wickedly.

"Reflected? Like a… mirror?" my voice echoed. I was thrilled, too. "Are you gonna kill me for that?"

"Why would you think we will do that?" Aro asked.

"Cause that's why I'm here" I said, and he chuckled.

"Sorry, dear Raen, but your fate is not death" he said smirking.

"Aro, but why we didn't see her earlier?" the third one asked.

"She reflected me" a red-eyed said bitterly "when I tried to do some surprise attacks" he looked at me with anger.

"Interesting…" Aro "murmured".

"She will be very useful, Aro" the third one said.

"Indeed"

"But she will need to be trained" the blonde one said.

"I know, Caius" Aro said, a little annoyed.

"I will train her" a tall red-eyed with olive complexion said.

"Good, Felix" Aro said a little triumphant "and please tell Corin that Raen will need a cloak. A black-pearled one" he smirked.

"So… what are you gonna do to me?" my voice echoed again with a dumb question.

"Darling, you will stay us" another female red-eyed said by my side. She smirked and put a hand over my shoulder.

"Okay" I said stupidly, feeling attached to them.

She took me by my wrist, pressing her soft hand against my skin. She pulled me and I followed her. Before we got out of the room, I looked back over my shoulder. The entire room was clean. No blood, no bodies, just the red-eyed.