A/N: First story on here, it's definitely out of character sorry for those who don't like that. I try to write what I'd want to read but PLEASE review with constructive criticism or whatever else ;D

Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight I'd be rich, but I'm not and I don't

Chapter One (Bella POV)

I don't remember what prompted it, the overwhelming feelings, Charlie's insistence, maybe it was a combination, but either way one morning I woke up, got on my slow computer and booked a ticket to Florence, Italy. It was hard telling Charlie I was leaving him, and even harder knowing I wouldn't see him again. He was worried, but told me I was doing the right thing, besides, It wasn't like he could stop me I was eighteen.

We hugged goodbye at the airport and I managed board the plane with minimal contact with people in general. As I sat in my seat I stared at my reflection through the small window, I didn't like what I saw. I'd gone from slim to anorexic thin, my brown eyes once alight for him dull and dead. My hair that used to shine when he caught the light and sparkled was now dull and wiry. Suddenly I was angry, angry at him for the way he left me, angry at him for turning me into this, I was not a plaything, I was a human being and I didn't deserve this treatment.

My original plan from Florence was to get a bus or whatever straight to Volterra but after my epiphany on the plane I wasn't about to let the Volturi see that they could break me so easily. So I stayed in Florence, using all the money I had, spending time getting my hair done, eating, working out, doing everything I could to get myself back to how I was before I'd even heard the name Cullen. It took a couple of months of constant training but I got there, with just enough money to buy the two hour bus ticket to Volterra. (A/N: checked, actually is a 2hour bus ride from Florence to Volterra xD) Who needed money when you were going to die? Over the time my thoughts had changed, it wasn't that I couldn't live without him anymore rather that I wanted him to suffer, to feel the pain of death, something I imagined to be what I first felt when he left me, alone, in the woods, cold, lost and broken.

I psyched myself up as I stepped off the bus, I was about to walk into castle occupied solely by vampires after all. The castle wasn't hard to find, big castle plus small town equals easy finding. As I walked into the, what I guessed was a foyer there was a smiling woman behind a large desk.
"I'm here to uh, see, the council?" I didn't mean it to turn out like a question but nerves got the better of me. The woman before me looked shocked and babbled into her shiny headset before one butch and one skinny vampire walked out.
"Come with us," the butch one said, smirking. I studied him for a moment; he reminded me of Emmett, or what could only be assumed as the Volturi equivalent, black hair, muscles clearly visible even through the flowing black robes he was dressed in. The smaller one was different, he reminded me more of a predator in the way he held himself and moved, and just like the bigger one he had ruby red eyes.

We walked down long corridors and wide hallways, all the floors were marble, made up of intricate patterns, almost as beautiful as the roof, wide and arching with artwork covering every inch.
"I'm Felix, by the way, just in case you were wondering ," he winked and sauntered on ahead, I couldn't help it, I felt the blush rise on my cheeks and mentally cursed myself for it.
"Because she wants to know all about you Felix," the other one said exasperated, as if Felix pulled this sort of stuff all the time, which he probably did.
"Of course she does Demetri," so that was his name, it fit him I decided, "ALL the girls want to know, no matter what the species," Demetri just rolled his eyes and that was the entire conversation. Once we reached what I could only assume was the throne room, they opened the huge ornate wooden doors before me and I walked in. I felt so small and so insignificant in that room. The roof was huge with a glass skylight perfectly in the middle. The round floor was covered in patterns of greens and blues and colours I couldn't even name. There were vampires all around the edge, wearing similar clothing to Felix and Demetri, black cloaks and big necklaces. The cloaks were different but every necklace was the same, bronze v with a coat of arms in the middle and ruby red jewels, as red as their eyes. In the middle were three thrones, gorgeous and orate, almost as beautiful and the man occupying each. To the left was an older man, still striking just, in a different sense, the bored look on his face never once faltered, not a single other emotion ever even flickered through his eyes. In the middle was a smiling man, I couldn't tell how genuine the smile was but for now I was wary. It was the one on the right who captured my attention, longish blonde hair for a man, close to snowy white but still blonde. He had high, strong cheekbones that almost cast a shadow on his lower face. Even though he had a scowl that looked permanent he was beautiful, really beautiful, more so than Edward, more so than anyone. All three of them had crimson eyes, but his seemed to hold so much more depth. They were more like pools and once I looked, I couldn't stop looking. It took all I had to tear my eyes away when someone else spoke.
"Greetings, I'm Aro, this is Marcus," he gestured to the bored looking one on his left, "and this is Caius," Caius, perfect for this demi-god? I didn't even know what to call him he was so perfect. "Why have you come to us today?" Aro seemed curious, more so than maybe he should have been.
"I've come to report a law breaking," I said lifting my chin, "it's about the Cullen coven."