A/n: Welcome readers, a few things to say before you read.

1. If you want a romantic vampire story then here it is.

2. I made this up, the only thing that isn't mine and I actually took from the Twilight series are the traits and abilities of vampires, and the existence of the Volturi.

SO basically I'm taking a huge risk in posting a story that possibly no one will read, but I would really appreciate it if you gave it a chance!

The Change in Uniform

I sit at a barred window watching motionlessly as the moon fell and the sun rose, breathing purely from habit. The sun breaks the horizon and I rise nimbly from my plain wooden chair crossing the room in less than a second. I uncap the pen that lays upon the small table under the calendar on the wall, crossing another day off.

The room was barren, aside from the wooden chair at the window and the small table there was almost nothing. A bookshelf in the corner, a wardrobe across from it. There was a plain wooden door leading to the cold white tiled bathroom. The only thing that marked my existence in this room was the four stacks of calendars marking the past years of my death. Each stack held about thirty, the fourth one almost completed, missing only one.

I had been killed on New Years Eve. In five months and nine days I will have been dead for one hundred and twenty years.

I left the room, descending with a frightening grace down the narrow spiral staircase, I walked from the last step to my 'kitchen'. The mahogany cupboards were empty save for the pantry. Behind its door were three side shelves, half of one holding sixteen ounce jars that were filled with my sustenance. A months supply of human blood, delivered two days before the end of each month. It was depleted now, I drank one a day under the orders of the Volturi leaders, I only had ten left.

I spend my death in a guard tower on the outermost skins of the city. I was created because of my ability one hundred and nineteen years ago. Aro had noticed that when I spoke people became enraptured. I had worked for my father, Antonio Moretti, selling his inventions. I would speak, persuading even the least gullible to purchase the most unnecessary products.

I no longer have to speak to do so. I can touch your forehead and let my control seep through your mind, then you were under my command. The particularly weak-minded wouldn't require my touch.

That's why I guard the cities edge. Aro is immaculate when it comes to keeping preying vampires from the city, Volterra is the safest city in the country. That's why I drink from jars, so I can resist temptation. No souls wander out here, and the villagers from the farming town two miles away never drift close to my tower. If someone did, perhaps, one day come near the tower and I hadn't fed I might attack without thought. A suspicious murder or disappearance would attract unwanted attention to a place where no one was supposed to be. So I feed every day, one jar every morning.

I sit on the black leather couch in the small room joined with the kitchen. This room too is bare, a couch, a radio, and one small table that held the small black phone and charger given to me by the Volturi.

I drink from today's jar and the fiery desire that ebbs through my body yearning for blood lightens to a barely noticeable pulse. I get up again and place the now empty jar by the other empty ones, unplugging and turning on the phone as I go by. I was expecting a call from Heidi. She was one of the lead guards of the three Volturi leaders, she always delivered my blood. She should be by in nine days but she always called first in case she was late and I needed to ration my supply.

I glided up the stairwell again, this time taking a side stairwell when I got halfway up. It was a narrow flight, the stone crumbling slightly even beneath my feather light step. I reached the top and opened the door that rested in the stone ceiling, pushing against its wood with one hand and rising through the roof. I walked to the edge of the tower, leaning against the waist high wall notched with age old arrow slots.

I sniffed the air for threats, the morning breeze swept across my face carrying the same stale smells as usual. I listened but heard nothing more than the bugs, animals, and the faint sounds of the distant small village. I lowered myself through the door and returned to my window. Picking up the current book I was reading I flipped it open, at noon I would have to check the surroundings again.

The hours flew past at their usual pace, the day meaning nothing more than any others in my past. Today would be another simple X on my calendar.

I made my check at noon and since I had finished the book within an hour I took my time scanning for threats. One hundred and nineteen years of nothing had made me far less cautious. All vampires aside from newborns knew of the Volturi. Only the suicidal would attempt such a foolish action as attacking the city. I turned my head as another breeze blew slight warmth across my cheek, today would be stifling hot to a human.

This time there was something different in the air. I inhaled deeply my nostrils flaring in alarm, it was a human girl. Her blood was pumping quickly, I could smell its activity. I hurried inside sitting down in my window chair and picking up an already read book. I had never murdered a human with my own hands, I didn't like the temptation. Aro would be furious if I caused a girl to go missing.

Something glinted in the corner of my eye as I opened the book. I turned to look out the window as the human girl emerged into the clearing in front of my tower.

Right away I could tell she wasn't an Italian native. Her hair was a deep auburn and her skin a creamy white. I watched as she paused, she reached up to the music player strapped to her arm. She pushed a button three times then dropped her hand, a slow smile spreading across her face. I heard her laugh as she suddenly spun in a circle. She began to dance around the clearing, her movements surprisingly sinuous for a human. I watched as her copper locks loosened in their restraint, a result of her excessive twirling.

Within minutes I was mesmerized against my will, free to admire without bloodlust since the walls freed me from her scent. Her small shirt that bared her shoulders was tight across her skin, the hem creeping up her flat stomach as she danced. Her almost completely bare legs shone in the afternoon sun.

There was no way she was from Italy. Her clothes were not modest enough to be from the small village and nobody from Volterra would be way out here. She was wearing a tiny blue tank top and shorts that ended only two inches down her thighs. I stared, entranced by how the muscles in her legs absorbed every harsh step or sharp turn. I caught a glimpse of her defined abdominals as she bent herself backwards.

The song obviously ended for her feet came to a halt. I shook myself from my trance and watched as she wiped her brow, sweat glistening on her forehead and hairline. She shook her hair loose from the rubber band that held it and it fell curling to the middle of her shoulders blades.

She pulled it back up into a high bun and leaned down to touch her toes. She appeared to be very flexible, for even with the long elegant legs she had her palms were placed flat on the ground.

She stood up and stretched her arms, studying the tower for the first time. I shied away from the window, it was better if humans thought this place was deserted The girl reached up and pressed the music player's button twice this time before turning and jogging from the clearing the same way she entered.

That evening before I returned to my chair to watch the sun set and the moon rise I made one small dot on the corner of today's date on the calendar.

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A/n: So that's chapter one, a little taste of my story, I hope you liked it and would really appreciate reviews. I know that this is only barely fan fiction but the idea hit me and I ran with it, please come back for chapter two coming soon!