Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the song My Father's Angels, they belong respectively to Stephanie Meyer and Charlotte Ritchie/ the Gaithers

For this story all the chapters names are going to be song titles. In a review tell me the artist of that song, if that song has a common name I will post the first line. Winners get virtual cookies.

The idea for Marcus having a daughter with a human is from Randompersoninurbushes' story Astreus yes i asked for her permission

Ch. 1: Tell Me Why

Marcus Volturi was standing alone thinking,

"Lina, that- that- little monster, she had murdered her mother, if it wasn't for her, she would still be alive. He felt a tug on his robe and looked down to see Lina herself.

"Daddy?" she asked softly.

"What do you want?" he snapped. Her eyes filled with tears, she had grey eyes like her mother's but with gold flecks in them.

"Daddy, why don't you love me, would Mommy have hated me too, Daddy, I didn't mean to hurt Mommy, I just wanted to be with you guys, I'm sorry if I'm not good enough for you, Daddy." Marcus looked stricken. He picked her up and held her close to him. He stroked her blonde curls. Her mother's hair had been curly as well but nut-brown.

"Lina, I am so sorry" Marcus looked like he would be crying if it was possible,

"I was blaming you for something that was not your fault,"

"It was my fault" she mumbled through her tears. He sighed,

"No it was not, anymore than it is a human child's fault if its mother dies during childbirth"

"Daddy?" she asked again. His voice was much softer as he answered her this time, "Yes?"

"Why does Felix keep saying that you pulled an Edward?" Marcus almost smiled,

"Edward is part of a coven of vampires in America," So he explained about the Cullens.

"Edward and Bella have a little girl like you,"

"But she's still alive"

"Yes," Marcus' voice turned sad, "She had help your mother did not" Lina was silent for a moment and then asked,

"What's her name, their daughter?"

"Renesmee"

Her eyebrows pulled together, "Ruh-nes-may? Where does that name come from?"

"Bella's mother's name is Renee and Edward's mother's name is Esme"

"Oh, cool, that's a pretty name, I like it," She was silent for another moment, then she suddenly announced,

"I want to do that,"

"What?" Marcus asked, puzzled, "Name your daughter Renesmee?"

"No," she giggled, "become a vegetarian"

The one time they had taken her into the room when they were feeding she had gone hysterical, curling up in a ball on the floor, screaming, and sobbing, and crying,

"No! NO! NO! NO! NO!" her volume increasing with each word. Not that Marcus had cared at the time.

She had been feeding off raw steaks they bought. Aro and Caius had been trying o convince her to feed on human blood, but she adamantly refused. (And told them just what she thought of them doing it.) They had noticed that the gold flecks in her eyes got darker when she hadn't fed for awhile, although they never seemed to turn completely black.

"So why hadn't they made the leap from dead animals to live ones long ago? Probably because Aro and Caius didn't want her to be like the Cullens and they had been the ones who had been mostly taking care of her.

The Volturi were in the feeding room; a new "tour group" was coming. They heard a girl's voice singing softly:

"They're all above me,

beneath me,

before me,

they're all around me,

my Father's angel will protect me everywhere."

Cianna POV

I was walking down the hall on a tour of a castle in Volterra. I don't know why I had never come here before, being as I'd lived outside of Volterra my whole life.

For some reason I felt uneasy, so I started singing a song called "My Father's Angels" that my mother always used to sing to me before bed.

My mother! She had disappeared recently. A few months before she had disappeared she had started dating a guy for the first time since my dad died two years ago, when I was ten. I look a lot like my mother, with my grey eyes and nut-brown curls.

I was living with my aunt Bianca, who had brought me here to take my mind off everything.

"You have a pretty voice," said a little girl next to me, interrupting my thoughts. Se looked about six and had blue eyes, blonde curls, and an American accent. "Thanks," I smiled at her.

I still felt uneasy, there was something off about our tour guide. Well, for one thing, she had purple eyes.

"Jesus, please help me" I prayed silently. My daddy had been a preacher before he died. I felt a feeling of peace wash over me.

"Welcome friends," called a male voice. The doors opened and as I walked in I saw a depressed looking man with papery, white skin,black hair, and extremely freaky red eyes(yikes!) staring straight at me! (double yikes!) I heard him whisper,

"She looks just like..."

Then a girl who looked about my age moved toward us, licking her lips freakishly. She stared hard at the little girl who had complimented my voice and suddenly she fell to the ground screaming in pain.

"Stop it! Stop it!" cried a woman who must have been the little girl's mother,

"Leave Sophie alone!" She tried to pull Sophie behind her but the creepy girl smiled and picked Sophie up, and bit her!

I screamed, and so did several other people including Sophie's mother who was now sobbing hysterically as she tried to pull her daughter from the girl's arms.

"You're a- You're a- You're a-" I stammered.

"She's a- She's a- She's a-" mocked a big, brawny guy pulling Sophie's mother toward him A boy who looked like he might be the evil girl's brother started to pull my auntie toward him.

"No!" I screamed leaping toward him. Suddenly, I was on the ground feeling more pain than I had ever felt before. When the pain subsided I got up slowly. I closed my eyes I didn't want to see what was happening around me.

When I opened them, I was the only one left and lying on the ground all around me were- there were- I couldn't even think the words.

"Is this what happened to my mother?" I whispered miserably, the thought just occurring to me. I had never felt so alone in my life. Both my parents were gone and now so was my poor auntie.

"What is your mother's name?" asked one of the vampires.

"A- Adrina Di Angelo," I said.

He turned to the man next to him,

"Aro" he said his voice slightly pleading. He touched the other man's hand. Aro sighed.

"Fine, Marcus"

"Wait," I said, "Marcus? Like St. Marcus? As in the guy who "rid" (I made air-quotes with my fingers" Volterra of vampires?"

"Yes" he took a step toward me and I recognized the depressed guy who had stared at me earlier.

"What is your name, child?' he asked me. His voice was soft as if he were trying not to scare me.

"Ci- Cianna, Cianna Di Angelo," I tried to sound strong but it came out a soft, scared little squeak.

"Cianna" he kept moving toward me and I stepped back until I was pressed against the wall,

"I'm not going to kill you, but I'm afraid this will hurt quite a bit, and for that I'm sorry"

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?"I whimpered. His only answer was to pull me gently toward him, sweep my hair from my neck, and lean down as if he were going to kiss me.

Ooh cliffy! Please review. Tell me the song artist.