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An Angel in Hell
chapter 1

Locked. Before I turned the KEY.

The long legged woman paraded around the square gathering people for some kind of tour of an under ground castle that was built thousands of years ago. A few families followed behind her, but most of the crowd was husbands or brothers pulling their female accompaniment with them. I followed them with my eyes for awhile laughing at some of the expressions women got when they saw the gorgeous lady's outfit. Black and white striped fishnet tights fit tightly over her legs underneath a small leather skirt; a striped corset that matched her tights pushed her large chest up as far as possible. A lady of low class, I could almost hear my mother saying.

The parasol in my hands blocked the beating sun from hitting my face, tanning my snow pale skin. I shifted from one leg to the other underneath my pale yellow floor length sundress. My mother snapped her fingers at our maids and they came up and dabbed the sweat off of my mother's delicate brow. The younger of the two, Lucy, came over to me and held up the scented handkerchief and I merely shook my head.

The lady came over to where my family was standing and curtseyed slightly. "There is a tour of the famous Volterra underground castle in just a few moments. If you would care to join, of course," She had the most extraordinary eyes; they seemed to be a dark burgundy in the light. As she bat her long eyelashes at my honorable father, I saw my mom pull her face into a tight scrunch.

"No, no thank you," My father said clearing his throat and readjusting my mother's arm in his.

"What about the pretty daughter? Care to join the tour?" I tried to look at my parents in question, but couldn't take my eyes off the abnormal beauty of the woman in front of me. I didn't really want to go on this tour, but I wanted to talk to the woman ask her how she came to be so amazingly pretty. Her eyes seemed to almost smolder underneath the surface, pulling me into her trap, not allowing me any way to say no. But, of course that is silliness.

I finally ripped my eyes from her face and turned to my parents. "Father, Mother may I join the tour?" asked softly and politely. My mother shot me a glare, but my father smiled and waved his hand.

"Go, go, Isabella, you might enjoy that, meet us back here when you finish," And with that they began to walk towards the venders on the edge of the town. I turned back to face the woman but she was gone already in front of the small crowd ushering everyone towards a small doorway.

I hurried over and was the last in line to duck through the heavy wooden door. Inside the room was a very exuberantly decorated lobby of some sort.

With some chatting but not much more than that, the group passed through the castle. It was really gorgeous in its own way. A rough stone wall surrounded us and lined the lobbies that also held large pictures and paintings all black and white, dark, of old castles, or wars.

The medieval era about the place gave me shivers. I held my lace parasol close to my body and shifted my feet in my velvet travel slippers.

"Beautiful," I heard the man in front of me whisper to his wife motioning to his surroundings.

"What the disgracably dressed woman, or the castle?" I almost gasped. Never would my mother talk like that to my father.

"Ah, Marie," was all the elderly man replied.

"Welcome! Welcome to Volterra! " A deliciously smooth voice called out from a room where people were filing in.

As I stepped into the room, I noticed that the source of the voice was a man with ivory hair and contrasting pale olive skin, wearing a gray wool cape over a very fancy looking suit.

He was almost as beautiful as the woman; they must have been related because the same dark almost-ruby eyes stared back at me. They kissed each other's cheeks and muttered something causing elf-like laughter come from her. I looked about the room and noticed several other people standing in there with us, all adorned in the capes.

I decided it had to be some kind of family business, because in each face another pair of those same eyes watched me. The same inhuman beauty was written on their faces.

I turned back to our tour guide and the man standing in front. Both of their eyes were settled on me. I turned towards the door eager to return to the city square. Another member of the family closed the thick door when I took a step towards the exit.

I raised an eyebrow and glared and he hungrily licked his lips. Men these days. I kept walking towards the door, "Excuse me," I said when the man stepped in front of the handle.

"Where do you think you are going?" His voice was like a hissing sound, still the smooth ringing of his elder relative was there just hidden underneath.

"I am going back to the town square, sir," I said with the most authority I could muster.

He laughed mocking me. I set my hands on my hips. "It would be smart of you sir, to let me through," again laughter this time emanating from his entire family in the room.

I turned back around to face our guide. "Please," I said this time almost pleading. I had a most horrible feeling about this place.

In a split second the gorgeous man that had previously been standing next to the woman was in front of me. "Now, now, Miss, you can't leave." I could tell my face was the mask of surprise. My heart was beating a kilometer a second.

"How- how did," I couldn't make myself talk correctly, my words came out in a jumble.

Laughter again filled the room. "Oh, my dear, we are not what we appear." I stepped back instinctively. I tilted my head to the side in question not trusting my words. "We are the Volturi, a most powerful vampire coven."

I had to smile, I almost laughed, and I would have if I hadn't been completely cut off from my brain from shock.

For a second his face looked incredulous. "If you do not believe, I will show you,"

The next second screams erupted into the air I turned around as fast as I could and almost fainted. Every tourist that had been in the tour group was in the arms of one of the so called vampires. I ran backwards without looking behind me and slammed into the man's chest. His hands came to my forearms and flipped me towards him.

A half a second later I was again a step away. My legs buckled underneath me.

When I caught myself on the floor, I looked up and he was above me his face twisted into a menacing scowl. "Why can't I hear you?!" he screamed into my face.

I shrunk back. "I-I don't understand!" I was shaking my entire fame vibrating with fear.

"Why can't I hear your thoughts?" this time his voice was a little quieter. He grabbed my arms and pulled me onto my feet.

He roughly ripped the sleeve off of my dress and grabbed my arms. I could feel the bone break underneath his grasp. I cried out but it was lost in the growls of impatience echoing around me. I turned my head and saw mangled bodies on the floor of the room. Every corpse looked the same, ice white, gashes and open wounds on some part of their bodies, no blood pouring out.

They are vampires, I realized looking at the feline stance of some of the creatures around me, all of them had their razor sharp teeth bared some had blood stained down their shirts. And all of them had piercing crimson irises.

I wanted to scream but couldn't it was as if the world had frozen around me. I turned back the vampire that had me under his grasp, and tried to pull my uninjured arm from him. He held on tightly. His face was confused and determined.

Another chorus of growls erupted around me. "Quiet!" the man screamed. Immediately the sounds ceased. "Jane, go find Marcus and Caius! Tell them to meet me in my chambers swiftly.

Another gorgeous vampire stepped forth distinguishing herself from the rest. "Yes, Aro," she said disappearing around us faster than I realized that she had spoken my captures name.

I switched my eyes back to looking at the man named Aro and he met my eyes with his own piercing to my very depths.

"Come." He said turning. He twisted my newly broken arm and I screamed once more. He roared and swung me into his arms.

He ran with me in his arms. The wall around me blurred as we moved. Tears were forming in my eyes. I was not living through this. I was not going to see Mother or Father again. Ever.

Slowly I registered that I was sitting. No longer in Aro's arms. My now mangled arm hung beside me. The pain had numbed itself taken over by the realizations.

I looked around gently and saw nothing but black. Pitch black. Faintly I could hear people muttering people talking around me. Swift and low, so I couldn't hear.

"Hello?" I whispered. The muttering stopped short. "Who- Who's there?"

"Isabella correct?" A voice asked. I nodded my head mutely not able to conjure up the confidence to talk. "Tell me Isabella, why is it my brother can't hear your thoughts?" I didn't understand what he was asking, why couldn't he hear my thoughts? Because no one can, I wanted to say but decided it was best not to.

"I don't know," I said quietly. "May I leave?" My voice shook.

"No my dear, you cannot. You know too much. Besides that would be a waste, I haven't seen this much promise for a long while." I shook my head. I just did not understand. Nothing he said made sense.

I collapsed into sobs again. I couldn't tell you why it was I was crying, but it seemed like the right thing to do. I was going to die.

"Now, now, Isabella," the voice said strong yet sympathetic. "I will make it as quick as I can."

Before I had time to respond, my body was being lifted. I yelped in protest but a scent more mesmerizing then I could every have imagined took over my senses blurring reality.

The next sensation was that of fire. Fire burning and ripping through my neck, dissolving my skin, devouring flesh. It felt as though knives were stabbing through me one after another after another. My nails clawed at the pain trying to make the agony end.

I could feel it spreading through the top of my chest, the excruciating torture. I screamed and thrashed and arched on the floor. Wishing for death, wishing for anything but this.

Maybe I was dead, maybe I had done something horrible and was sent to the pit of hell.

Yes, I was in hell. The fires of the underworld licked at my body. The devil's nails raked down my skin opening gashes and crushing bones.

I prayed, as hard as I could. I prayed for an angel. An angel to help me through this suffering.

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