A/N

Thank you so much for taking your time to read my first story on here. I really hope you enjoy and SM owns all of Twilight, I'm just having fun playing with her world. :)

BPOV

Everything happens for a reason.

That's what my mother Renee always told me during the first 7 years of my life that she was alive for, however the reason as to why I've been brought to this hell is yet to be revealed to me. Hopefully it's in my favour.

I miss my mom. From what I can remember about her, she was stunning. She had an hour glass figure complimented by her perfectly sized, symetrical face. Everything about her was beautiful. She was kind, generous and she often took me to learn life lessons at the homeless shelter every other weekend when she was volunteering. Just as I picture my mother greeting me with a smile I hear a thud and my eyelids flutter open to see an item of clothing that has fallen to the floor, pushed through a barred ajar window.

I jump off the crimson velvet sofa that I was lead on to inspect the deep purple cover-up. It has gold embroidery around the neckline. It looks great, of course, so I throw the silk over my head and return to my previous position on the couch.

Five minutes later I hear the twist of keys in many locks and I know it must be midday on the dot because that's when they always come to take me to my daily check-up.

I trudge through the all-too-familiar corridors surrounded by the usual four guards in silence. I don't want to get beaten for speaking ever again. I haven't spoken to anyone in so long. The lack of communication with anyone at all is so frustrating, especially as I have so much to say to each and every person that has been holding me captive in this highly decorated place for exactly ten years today. It may be overly decorated and furnished, but the walls contain a sorrow and coldness that is not normally known to man. Anniversaries are normally meant to be a happy occasion; a time of joy and celebration. But how could anybody be happy about being forced to come to this devil infested place? They can't. I seriously hate it here - not that it was my choice to come.

Not only is this awful place filled with sadness and cruelty, but also blood drinkers. No, I don't mean that metaphorically. I don't mean cannobals either, I mean something much worse. I mean vampires. Vampires that can walk in the daylight looking completely normal, vampires that can also drink normal things like alcohol and soft drinks too. Vampires that blend in with all human crowds. The only way to be able to know if the next person you meet is vampire or human is to look at their fingers. All vampires wear special daylight rings on their index finger - not because they need them to be able to walk in the sunlight but as a special tribute to Aro, the oldest vampire known to existence who has the power of being able to read all of your minds thoughts in your entire existence at just one touch and the leader of the most deadly vampire coven, known as the Volturi. The coven that kidnapped me.

After my check-up with the best doctor in Rome, where I learned I need braces and that I'm completely underweight for my height/age, I'm back in my gloomy, dull cell once more.

Every day passes slowly but this one feels endless. They normally bring me a book to read every three or four days so I have something to occupy my time with but I just finished my one and its the fourth day and they haven't brought me a new one to read so I have 24 hours of nothing to do. It isn't great.

I sit looking at my feet when I hear the locks turn again. I've already had my check-up today, they normally slide all meals through the barred window so what on Earth could this be for? I've never been out of my cell since I was seven unless they're taking me to check-ups. I guess I'll have to wait and see what they want now.

But then I hear someone, a voice calling my birth name.

"Isabella?" the voice behind the door inquires, "I'm going to need you to come with me, no questions asked" it then commands and the door flings open.

Thanks again for reading. In Chapter 2 - The Rescue, well the title kind of gives it away so yes Bella is rescued from the Volturi, but does that mean she's in good hands now? Who is the mysterious voice at the door? Keep reading to find out! :)