Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, and Volterra is also not mine.

"Vincent Van Gogh was a genius, oh my goodness look at the colors he used. Bella isn't this art show amazing?" Alice asked as we stood in front of a large painting called Starry Night, I was taking in my surroundings and looking at everything but the lifeless drawing on the wall.

"Oh yes Alice, I'm having the most fun I've had in years" I said dryly.

"Lighten up Bella; this show has been sold out for months. We're lucky we even managed to get tickets."

"I don't even want to be here, and since when are you a fan of art, isn't drama your thing?" I said exasperated.

"Bella just please-". She stopped mid-sentence, staring over my shoulder.

"Alice, what a pleasant surprise" I turned around, only to find myself looking at a tall medium built man, with shoulder length, curly dirty blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He was wearing dark wash denim jeans and a white button down. He had on a black suit jacket, with black Italian dress shoes. Something in my head clicked and I knew the reason we even came to this Art Show, and I was not happy about being dragged hear just so Alice can pursue a new man.

"Hello Jasper," Alice replied in a sickly sweet tone. "I was offered tickets from a family friend last minute so I decided to come."

"Well I'm glad you came." He replied as they stared into each others eyes. I cleared my throat pulling them out of their little world.

"Oh how rude of me, Jasper this is my cousin Bella, Bella this is Jasper" I smiled at him as he stuck out his hand for me to shake and I put my hand in his.

"Pleasure to meet you Bella" he said, and I realized he had a southern accent. He brought my hand to his lips and lightly brushed it against his lips. I blushed and pulled my hand back.

"Pleasure is mine Jasper" I replied. "Well, I'll leave you guys to talk, I've been meaning to find the little girls room."

"Alright Bella, find me when your done." Alice said and I nodded before making my way through the open room. This was certainly not my usual atmosphere at all; I usually spend my time cooped up in a library or a music store. I was completely out of my element here, the only art I know is the art in writing and that's it. I wandered around the rooms and hallways looking for the washrooms, but I couldn't find any. I was about to ask someone where I could find the nearest washroom when I heard a beautiful melody and an even more beautiful voice. I followed the sound down a hallway and stopped in front of a closed door that read Biblioteca which means library in Italian. I turned the doorknob and pushed open the door slowly, until it was wide enough to squeeze through, I stepped in and gasped. The room was big with books on every wall, in the middle was a dark brown grand piano, their were brown leather couches that looked so comfortable.

There was a man playing the piano, his back was turned to me so he didn't here me enter. He was singing, and man did his voice sound beautiful. He was singing Hero by Mariah Carey and I wanted to cry, his voice was so soft and I couldn't help but want to sing along. I've been told I had a voice like an angel, and I wanted so much to sing with this man in harmony. So I sang my heart out.

And when a hero comes along, with the strength to carry on.

He faltered a little, but continued to play while I sang.

And you cast your fears aside, and you know you can survive.

I slowly walked towards him, singing as he played.

So when you feel like hope is gone, look inside you and be strong.

And you finally see the truth, that a hero lies in you.

I sat next to him as the song was finishing up.

That a hero lies in you, Mmm that a hero lies in youuuuuu.

The man took his hands off the piano and put them on his lap, he turned his head and looked into my eyes. I took a sharp intake of breath. This man in front of me had emerald green eyes, bronze colored hair that was pointing in all directions and pouty pink lips that are so kiss-worthy. This man was gorgeous. This man could pass as Adonis. This man was looking at me expectantly.

"I'm sorry did you say something?" I asked. He chuckled.

"I asked what you were doing here."

"Oh, the door said library and I was kinda curious. Sorry I interrupted."

"You speak Italian?" he asked.

"Well my dad is Italian," I shrugged. "I'm Bella by the way."

"That name suits you," I blushed. "My name is Edward. You have a very beautiful voice"

"Thanks," I said looking down. "You are a magician on the piano"

"Thank you Bella" I looked up at him and he had the cutest crocked smile on his face. I smiled back. Just than the doors swung open and a beautiful lady with caramel colored hair and a heart shaped face came in. She was wearing a crème color suit that made her look like an important business women. She rushed in and didn't even acknowledge me.

"Edward, there you are, our flight to Italy has been postponed." She said.

"Mother, this is Bella, Bella this is my mother Esme." Edward said softly.

"Oh where are my manners, I apologize. How are you Bella?" she asked kindly.

"I'm fine, thank you" I replied quietly.

"I don't see why we have to have a meeting those vile people." Edward in a hard tone.

"Edward, you know we have to ask the Volturi's help in the matter." My head snapped up at the name.

"You're having a meeting with my dad?" I asked. Both of them turned to gape at me.

"What do you mean, who's your father?" Esme asked.

"Marcus Volturi is my dad, Aro and Cauis are my uncles."

They both looked at me with wide eyes and I started to feel uncomfortable under their gazes.

"Why do you have such a big problem with my family?" I asked.

"Because my father is being held against his will in Volterra." Edward replied stiffly while pinching the bridge of his nose. By now Esme was pacing the room mumbling words I couldn't comprehend.

My iphone started ringing and once again all eyes were on me. I took it out of my pocket and looked down at the screen. It read Daddy with a picture of me and my dad as the ID picture. I looked at Edward who was starring at my phone. I stood up, took a few steps away and made sure my back was facing Edward and his mom. Than I answered my phone.

"Hey Daddy"

"Hello princess, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine daddy, hows the family?"

"Everybody just misses you, when are you returning?"

"I'll come in a week, I let you know when to send the jet."

"Okay, Hows America treating you?"

"Its great daddy, but I can't talk right now. Call you tomorrow?"

"Alright, I love you princess."

"I love you too daddy, Bye."

I turned around only to look into the eyes of a tall lady, with blue eyes and waist length hair blonde hair. She was extremely pretty, and could easily pass as a model. She had on blood red lipstick and was wearing a black suit that was similar to Esmes. Behind her was a very big man that looked like he should be in those body builder magazines. He was wearing jeans and a white dress top, he had dark brown eyes and short curly brown hair.

"Tie her up, Em." the blonde spoke, and the big man did as he was told and grabbed my arms behind my back. My cellphone dropped to the floor.

"What the hell?" I screamed, squirming to get free. "Let go of me, are you out of your fucking mind?" The man who was holding me put his hand over my mouth.

The blonde picked up my phone, she started tapping on it furiously than put it to her ear.

"Hello Mr. Volturi."

Pause.

"Bella, cannot speak right now, shes a little tied up at the moment, literally."

Pause.

"Oh Marcus, stop with the profanities now. I do no wish to harm your daughter."

Pause.

"Listen up, If you want to see your daughter again, you ought to listen to me."

Than everything went black.

A/N: New Story, I wanted to try something new. If I get 10 or more reviews I will update.

And please gimme your honest opinions.