Kay, this is my first Alec fanfic and I just wanna say- I'm excited! Anyway I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I DON' OWN! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT!

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I walked the streets of Volterra with my head held high. It was a warm day surprisingly. I love this place, the people talking and running around, the fountain bubbling in the background, the sound of my high heeled boots click-clacking as I walked down the street. Nobody questioned me. I blend right in with my black skinny jeans, black boots, purple well-fitted top and purple fedora. (A/N all pics and outfits on my profile) My star earrings clinked together quietly next to my ears. My purple wrap around bracelet and purple heart necklace just added to the outfit along with the white plaid trench coat slung over my arm. Volterra was my home away from home. I sat in front of the fountain and let the sound of the water envelope me. I was so calm when I came here.

All right I'll admit I was a bit excited because this was the first time my parents let me travel alone. I was so excited when they said I could go to Italy alone even though I was only seventeen! My shortish black hair stuck out from beneath my hat as I gazed up at the clear sky. I was defiantly not normal. My hair was one for that. It was in a side swept emo fringe look. And with the natural black, my electric blue eyes just stood out more. The strange thing was that I had the recessive gene. My whole family has darker than dark brown eyes so when we do family photos my eyes are the first thing anyone looks at. I'm a minority in my own family!

I never dressed normal either. I was always more edgier than other people. I wasn't afraid to express myself. I fingered my necklace. It only dawned on me so often on this trip that this was my parents way of saying, "Welcome to the world. You're an adult now." I looked down at the necklace. It had been my mothers and her mothers before her and her mothers before her and her mothers before her too. Well let's just say it was a family heirloom. Well the charm anyway. The chains have all been changed cause they would fall apart. I don't know exactly when but the necklace has been in my family since I think the 1600's.

It usually goes to the oldest girl but seeing as I'm the youngest child of my parents and their only daughter it seems fitting to be in my hands. My second oldest brother, Nolen, was living in Rome and we both stopped here to see the architecture. Nolen was the closest person to a best friend I had. He always came before my friends. We had both been planning this vacation for a while. Yep, summer before my senior year of high school we would go and tour across Italy.

Nolen walked up to me as I still looked up at the sky. He chuckled. "Someone's having fun."

I smiled, my eyes closed. "Yep. It's so nice this time of year. I just love it here."

He laughed again and sat next to me. I peaked at him for a second to see him wringing his hands like he wanted to say something. "Mia's pregnant." Well that's what he wanted to say. Wait! What?

My eyes snapped open. I stared at him incredulous. "What? Are you serious?" he smiled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. He nodded his head, a blush forming on his cheeks. I squealed. "Oh my god, Nolen! Congrats! I'm gonna be an aunt!"

I hugged him as tightly as I could. He was beaming. "We found out last month. I wanted to tell everyone when we visit in August but it's just too far away. Plus you would've gotten it out of me sooner or later. Raven, I'm going to be a father!" his smile was plastered on his face.

I grinned. "You're already a dad, ya moron!" I slapped his arm playfully.

He grinned more. "Yeah, you're right. How do you think John will react to his younger brother being a dad before he is?"

I rolled my eyes. "He's not even home long enough for Natasha to get pregnant before he's shipped off to Iraq again. But knowing him, he'll love her no matter what."

He snorted. "What makes you think it isn't a boy?"

I grinned more. "Because girls are better, trust me I've got a sixth sense for these things."

He laughed again and stood. "Come on, the sun's setting. Let's head back to the hotel."

I shook my head. "Nah, you go ahead. I'll catch up later. I want to bask in what is my freedom for a bit longer." I said as I lay on the fountain ledge.

He shook his head. "Fine, have fun basking. I'll wait up for you, so don't be too long." He said, waving as he walked north to the hotel.

I sighed. My brother, always worrying. Well they all do that. It starts with John, the oldest, the protector. Then second in line, Nolen, everyone's best friend. You just can't not like him. The third oldest is Randy, the goofball of the family. He's the only person I know that can make you smile even when you're mourning the loss of a loved one. He never stops smiling either. When our grandma was on her deathbed he still wore a little smile for her. Then of course there's Tyler, the sensitive one. He's always playing his guitar and writing songs. He was the one who taught me how to play. Nolen and John both have brown hair and brown eyes but Tyler and Randy have Blonde hair and brown eyes. Are you starting to see how I'm the minority in my own family with my black hair and bright blue eyes?

I wouldn't exactly call myself the wild child, I'm just the black sheep. And the youngest. But I'll admit I'm also a daddy's girl. Not exactly your stereotypical one though. I mean my dad is the biggest rocker teen to come out of the seventies. He's all about rock and roll and I just follow in his footsteps. He always told me to be myself and be who you want to be… and he said to stick it to the man if I'm not mistaken… oh well.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I cracked one eye to see a blonde girl standing over me. But she just wasn't any girl; she was so beautiful that she would put Venus herself to shame. "Excuse me Miss," her voice was so hypnotic, "But would you be interested in coming on a tour?" she asked sweetly.

I couldn't really think, her eyes had all my attention. They were the strangest shade of purple, so bright and welcoming yet dangerous and wild. "Uhh, sure." Why the hell not?

She smiled so big I thought her skin was going to tear. "This way, then." She gestured to the crowd of people behind her snapping pictures and admiring the architecture. I followed her and we all started walking down the stone streets. "These buildings surprisingly have been here since the time of The Golden Age. Volterra was only a small farming village but ultimately turned into the city around you." People snapped photos and whispered about the intricate designs against the walls as we walked past them. "Now, stay together, we'll be going into the catacombs of the city now. It can get a bit chilly down there so be prepared to feel the temperature drop." She said as we walked farther down the ally and through an old wooden door into the catacombs. "Stay together, now."

We walked for about ten minutes as the tour guide went on and on about the history. To tell the truth I was caught up in the stories. I was already fluent in Italian and to know the history of the most beautiful city I had ever seen, well, let's just say I was ecstatic. As we went deeper and deeper the chill finally set in. Tourists were pulling on jackets or rubbing their arms. It was a bit too much for me and I finally pulled on my trench coat and tied it tightly.

We walked up to a humungous double door. The guide pushed them open effortlessly. As I walked past, it looked like it would have taken at least ten buffed out army guys to open it just a fraction of an inch but the guide didn't even break a sweat. This was so weird. The hallway was eerie. I shivered as my mind screamed at me to run back out the door, through the catacombs and back to the hotel as fast as I could go. Murmurs went throughout the group as people wondered where the hell we were.

"Please, no flash photography. Some of the artwork is very delicate and who knows what would happen to it if it was exposed to too much light." The guide warned as we walked down the dimly lit hall. As we walked we went through another set of double doors even bigger and heavier looking than the last one. We pasted what looked like a reception area. What the hell is going on here! The girl behind the desk smiled tightly and said, "Benvenuti al Castello di Volturi!"

Welcome to Castle Volturi!

Castle? We were in a castle? I was at the end and when I passed I could see her sigh in relief as I passed. What the-? This whole thing was setting my instincts to full attention. It felt like everything around me increased, everything became clearer, the sounds and smells too. We walked farther into the castle and through another set of double doors. God, how can she move those things? It looked to be a throne room. Three figures stood by the black and gold encrusted thrones. The dark haired one smiled. "Welcome to Castle Volturi." He said calmly, opening his arms as if to welcome us in.

That's when the screams started.

A high soprano, blood-curdling scream of terror. Then another, then two more. All of them mixed together. I had completely frozen in my spot. The screams echoing in the room as I saw the people attacking the members of the tour. Something warm splashed my cheek. I don't know how I got the power back in myself to slowly lift my right hand to touch my cheek. It was sticky. I pulled my hand back to see the tips smeared with red, but not just red.

Blood.

My eyes widened. My breath coming faster as I realized what was happening. I was going to die. My head whipped around the room, looking as each of the tourists were picked off, one by one. Each one having somebody attached to their neck, some having two sharing them.

I had seen enough horror movies and read enough teen supernatural romance novels to know that these- these things were vampires. A body was thrown to the floor at my feet. I screamed and backed up to find I hit a wall. When I turned though what I found was I had bumped into the blonde one of the men standing up front. He snarled and hissed at me. I quickly back peddled but my boot hit a slippery surface and I fell strait backwards. I tried to get up with difficulty. I looked under me to see I was in a puddle of blood that was seeping from the head of what I could tell to be a woman about twenty-seven, twenty-eight maybe. I screamed again, but it got caught in my throat half way.

I heard a small cry and looked beyond the woman. Sitting in the corner crying was a small child, no more than five. Her white dress covered in blood and she squeezed her teddy bear for dear life. I quickly got up and ran over to her. I picked her up and cradled her to my shoulder as I attempted to calm her. "Shhh. Shhhh." She just continued to cry as I held her, knowing we were both going to die soon. This isn't happening! I screamed in my head.

I was panting, covered in blood, and my heart was going a mile a minute. There's no way we're getting out of here! Blood covered the white marble walls and floor. Most of the tourists were lying lifeless on the floor as others were finished off. I had decided to make a run for it. They were all feeding and I was sure I could get the door open. Still cradling the girl I sprinted to the doors. Before I got ten feet from it, a blur appeared in front of me. I gasped and backpedaled as a boy about my age stood in front of me, snarling, his teeth covered in a tint of red. His vibrant red eyes boring into me. I turned to make a run for the other direction but when I turned a big burly looking guy was in my way.

I looked left and right only to be cut off by two more figures on each side, blocking me in. The girl let out a little whimper. I held her closer to me as they advanced ever so slightly. Inch by inch they got closer. I wanted to cry. I wanted to run away from here. I wanted so many things. I wanted to say goodbye to my parents, to see my niece or nephew grow up and have kids of their own. I wanted to have kids and watch them grow up and have kids of their own. I wanted to grow old and retire with the love of my life. Sail around the world and see everything.

But I wouldn't see any of that because I was going to die here and now. Despite the blood covering the room, each of the vampires only had blood on their teeth or dripping from the corners of their mouths. Not a single drop on clothing. I held the girl closer, protecting her. She cried harder. "Shhh…" I smoothed out her hair trying, again, to calm her, never taking my eyes off of the vampires.

The next thing I know, two arms snaked their way around my waist and pull me so tight to the point I could only get the slightest breath. They leaned their head forward, their hair brushing my ear as I felt their lips part, their breath tickle my neck and their teeth softly grazed my jugular. I felt the teeth mold to my neck and start to add pressure. No! This isn't happening! I shut my eyes, waiting for death to come.

"Alec! Not her!" a voice boomed. The one holding me froze and growled. They pulled away from my neck but did not allow me to escape their grasp. My eyes shot open and I slowly turned my head to see the boy who had prevented me from leaving in the first place to be the one restraining me. He bared his teeth as he glared in front of him, still growling unhappily. I stared in shock at him as I took shaky pants. He looked into my eyes and growled louder. My eyes widened more. This is not good.

I turned forward and continued to soothe the girl as she gazed at her parents, lying lifeless on the blood drenched marble floor. "Alec, let her go." Demanded the dark haired one from before. The boy, Alec, released me reluctantly. The circle of vampires broke to let the three men in. I couldn't hold myself anymore. I dropped to my knees, silent tears pouring from my eyes as I took in what had happened in a matter of minutes.

The dark haired one walked forward to me and knelt, careful not to stain his suit with the blood. He brushed my bangs out of my face, "My dear, child. It must be hard for someone to comprehend what they have just witnessed. What may I ask is your name, child?"

I couldn't find my voice. After what I witnessed I wasn't surprised. The blonde one snapped, "Answer him, human!" I cringed.

"Brother, please. Give the child a chance to process everything." The dark haired one lightly scolded. He took a calming breath and asked kindly, "Now, child, what is your name?" he brushed my bangs from my face again.

I swallowed. "R-Raven. My name is Raven." I said shakily.

The man smiled. "That's a lovely name. Now stand, the floor is absolutely filthy. Ah, Afton, get someone to clean this up." The other man, Afton, nodded and left the room. I slowly stood with the help of the man. I didn't want to let go of the girl who continued to cry. I rubbed her back soothingly and held her closer to me. "Now, Raven, seeing as you already know who we are I can only give you two options. You either live here and become one of us or you die."

I froze. Could I live with eating the lives of innocent people? But what would become of the girl? She had just become orphaned. I didn't want to die. Not yet. I had my whole life in front of me, the skies the limit and now I'm choosing between life and death. My tears kept coming silently as I swallowed the knot in my throat and answer, "Alright. I'll become one of you."

"Ah wonderful. And how old are you?"

"S-seventeen." I stuttered.

He smiled. "Excellent. Now, what may this adorable little girl's name be?"

She looked at him strangely and asked, "Cosa?" she was Italian.

What?

"Ha chiesto che cosa il vostro nome è." I translated for her.

He asked what your name is.

Her eyes widened slightly. "Alana." She whispered.

"How old is she?" asked the dark haired man.

"Alana, quanti anni hai?" I asked.

Alana, how old are you?

"Quattro." She whispered again.

My eyes finally shut off my tear ducks. I could feel the blood on my cheeks smeared from the tears. "She's only four." I whispered. I wasn't sure if they heard, but apparently they did.

The man clasped his hands together. "Alright, now how to dispose of the child is the next question."

My eyes widened. I automatically held Alana closer to me. "What do you mean dispose of? She's just a child!" all but the dark haired one growled or snarled at me.

The man stuck his hand up and silenced them all. "I apologize, what I meant to say was how are going to deal with the child."

An idea popped into my head. If I was going to save myself the least I could do for an orphan is save her too. "She stays too." Low growls erupted from a few of the vampires but I ignored them. I was saving Alana's life. "She stays and grows up here. Then one day you can change here too."

The man contemplated this. He finally nodded. "Very well. I see no problem in her staying too. I've always wanted a daughter and now I have two. Sulpicia shall be ecstatic when she learns of the new additions to the family. My name is Aro. Welcome to the Volturi." He said kissing the top of my hand.

My eyes widened. What have I done?

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Kay, who did ya like it? I'm already working on the second chappie so be prepared!

Love ya guys,

Katelyn Goode