A/N: This is a fanfic that I have been wanting to write for ages. It's king of a refection on myself minus the mobster dad! I hope you enjoy!!!

Disclaimer: Me no Owny!!!

1. Mafia Kid

I sat in my room completely and totally pissed. I was about to be shipped off to America! My stupid, selfish, criminal of a father has finally decided that he's tired of me, huh? After 16 years of complete and utter torment, he wants to be rid of the dead weight. Asshole.

By the way, if you're confused right now, then I understand. Let me introduce myself formally. My name is Mimi. Mimi Anabella Carmella Catrina Vercelli. I know, it's a mouth full, right? Well, it's the name that comes with being the daughter of an Italian mobster.

My father named me Mimi for a different reason than my mother did. You see, my name has two meanings. It can mean bitterly wanted child. That's why my father liked it. He hated me since I was in the womb. My mother, Marietta liked the name because it could also mean 'star of the sea.' She loved me from the day she realized she was pregnant. I miss her dearly. But…when I was 12, she died. She died and he killed her. My father. Mario.

I hate him so much but I have to deal with him. He feeds me, clothes me, and showers me in gifts. Gifts that I don't even ask for. He's the reason I have no friends. The reason why each and every boyfriend I ever had winded up "missing." he's the reason why I have no desire to live.

He kept me locked away from the world for 4 years. He only ever spoke to me when it was necessary. He took pride and seeing me hurt. But as much as he loved to see me upset, albeit, he has never seen me cry. I don't cry. Ever since my mother died, I didn't shed a tear for anyone. Ever. Not because I wanted to seem tough. No. That's not why. I don't cry because I can't. My body just won't allow it.

I stood in front of my floor length mirror, scrutinizing myself. I was pretty. Really pretty. But I wished that I wasn't. Do you know how bad it feels to have guys be so attracted to you and you cant even date them because you dad might slaughter them. Oh wait, my bad. Off them, as my uncles say. Do you know how disgusting it feels to have your fathers best friends hit on you and talk to you like some whore? I do. I hear it on the daily, I just shut it out.

I tugged at the him of my red tank top. Pulling it down to cover my stomach. I had a belly button piercing in the shape of a cross. I was catholic. Weakly so, but it was still an upgrade to my father. He was atheist. A dirty, soulless monster. And, ironically, I was just a soulless. As much as I wanted to deny it, there was no denying that I was his kid. I threw massive temper tantrums about stupid shit. I glared at people for no reason. If I wanted something, I acted like a dick until I got it. I scared the shit out of mostly anyone I came into contact with. It was like I had a huge sign on my head that said: "Demon Child! Stay AWAY!" It was kind of my defense mechanism to avoid talking to anyone. I just…hate people. Sorry.

I pulled the scrunchie out of my long, extra wavy, extra black hair. My waves cascaded down to my waist and my bang immediately took it's permanent resting place over my right eye. I usually always hid my face when in public. I hated the stares. Not bad stares, but the attention was agitating. I blinked my blue eyes twice. I had no idea as to why my eyes were blue. My dads eyes were dull brown and my mom's were pretty hazel. But mine were neither. Not even a combination. They were blue with trinkets of violet within them. And they changed sometimes. Some days they were blue, others, they were green or brown. And if I was pissed the were very dark blue, nearly black. I was a very strange kid. Period.

I turned away from the mirror and back to my room. I gave it one last goodbye and headed down stairs. Our home was not a house…it was a…mansion. And as much as I hated my dad, I would miss my house. My home. Italy. The place where my soul would always be. Within the walls of that mansion.

Jonathan, my driver was waiting by the door. I smiled at him and he nodded his head in acknowledgment. I turned on my heels to see my dad standing in the foyer. He looked sad, and at the same time relieved. I had heard him two months ago talkin to his new wife, Sofia, about how he wants me gone. So, that sad,shit…façade. I stared him down. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"Here Mimi." He walked up and handed me a bag. A duffle bag. I opened it and was surprised to find money. Lots of money. What the fuck?

"Mario…what is this for?" I asked. He hated me to call him dad. I watched as he looked completely annoyed with me.

"What?! Did you think I would you leave broke? What kind of father would I be?! You'll need that money, Mimi, trust me. Its about…750 grand." I didn't bat a lash when he said that. 750 G's is like chump change to Mario. It was no dip in his funds.

"Thanks, Mario. But why exactly do I need this much again?" I motioned to the bag. He smiled and sighed again.

"Well, you are a strong girl, that's for sure. And I decided that it wouldn't be too long before you were living on your own. It doesn't take much to get annoyed with you aunt Nicci." He added with a grimace at my aunts name. She was annoying. She was that aunt that talked behind your back to her friends. The kind of aunt who thought her children, superior to you. She was…a bitch.

"Oh…okay." I started to walk out when Mario stopped me.

"Hey, kid. If that ain't enough, you know the bank number. You got the visa, too. If anything, you wont go broke in America. And, one more thing." He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. I took it.

"What's this?" I asked curiously. He looked smug.

"Open it." I watched him closely while I opened the envelope. Inside were documents. Registrations. For a car. An Audi R8. A black Audi R8. I looked at my dad, then at the papers. I couldn't stop myself from hugging him. He hugged back awkwardly.

"Thanks, Mario." I let go and walked toward the door again.

"Anything to make this easier for you, Mimi. I know I haven't been a good dad to you, but I do care, mia figlia." his Italian accent was slipping. He called me his daughter. I never heard that from him before. I smiled and nodded.

"Indeed you have been a pretty shity father." He frowned at my choice and words. I held up a finger to stop him from speaking. "Ma i papà si perdona." I told him that I forgave him. And I added dad at the end for good measures.

He smiled and I heard Jonathan honk the horn. I rolled my eyes, as did Mario. We both laughed and said our final goodbyes.

I headed to the car and closed my eyes. I would never see this place again. My home. I was on my way to somewhere new. Somewhere completely alien to me. I would have to re-adjust. Hide my accent. Not speak Italian. It hurt like hell to leave my soul behind. But it was necessary. I mean, c'mon. It's 2021. I'm going to America. I don't think my accent would pass at all as normal in any way.

I didn't talk the whole way to the airport. Or when I boarded my dad's private jet. I just went numb. I didn't want to think about what was happening until I had to actually deal with it. I turned on my Ipod Generation 12. It was pretty bad-ass! I loved it. It was my heart! It held my thousand upon thousands of songs from the early 2000's. My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Fall out Boy, Evanescence, All American Reject's and my favorite 3OH!3. It also held my many movies of interests and strangely, they all some how pertained to vampires.

I loved those mythical creatures. The way they were so utterly dark and still completely sexy…weird huh? Well, that's me! Weirder than a spice girl on crack…idk. I turned on Interview with the Vampire and zoned out. I had seen the film so many times I knew each and every line by heart.

I don't know how long I was zoned into my own world, but I was awaken by the flight attendant saying we had touched down in Seattle. Yippee! Dreary Washington! How amazing! (note the sarcasm.) I got off the plane and made my way out of the airport. I started to get a cab, but I was saved when a Valle pulled up in MY car.

"Are you Mimi Vercelli?" He asked in a profession tone while ogling me. I rolled my eyes and nodded.

After about a half hour interrogation on my identity, he finally gave me my keys. I got into the car and started to head for my aunts house. It started raining hard. I strained my eyes to see the road. It was a about an hour and a half when I passed the sign saying: "WELCOME TO FORKS." I mentally scowled. This town looked boring, and stupid, and safe. I hate it!

I rounded the corner and was at a stop light. I did a double take when I saw a beautiful black and silver 2021 Camaro. It was completely breathtaking. The windows were tented very darkly. I mentally groaned. That car was so much better than mine. Ugh!

The light turned green and I hit the gas. I flew ahead so fast my head jerked a good bit. The Camaro's engine roared like a lion behind me as it sped up to match my speed. Wait…Was this a challenge? Okay. I hit the gas harder and my Audi purred like a kitten but was going a solid 115 mph. I saw the Camaro grow tiny behind me. I suppressed a smile. Stupid hot Camaro. Take that!

I turned sharply on my aunts road. I could see her overly large house now. It was much too large for a women and her daughter. Oh and did I mention I despised my cousin Vicki. She is so…so…worthy of my foot in her tiny ass. And oh joy for me, I have to go to school with the bitch. She was half Italian half American. Her dad was some dude my aunt slept with when she first came to Forks. All I know is Vickie's last name was Newton. So plain.

I pulled into the drive next to my aunts BMW and my cousin's Lambo. At least they had decent taste in cars. I took a deep breath before getting out of my car. I prepared myself for the onslaught of phony bullshit that they would more than likely give me. I tested my anger before knocking. I didn't want to go to Juvy today.

The door opened and out came Aunt Bitch! Okay! Time for the BS. I surly hope Forks has more to offer than agitating women and the occasional street race. School sure better be more fun, or I'm getting on the first plane back to Italy!

A.N. This chapter was just one for you to get to know the character of Mimi. I will be updating soon but only if I get reviews. There are a lot of different things mingled in my story that has more to do with Twilight. The Cullen are coming soon! Promise! REVIEW please!!!

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