"Ellie, are you sure you'll be okay home alone? Do you want us to stay?" my mother asked.
"No, you guys go have fun, I'll finish unpacking," I said for the hundredth time. It's not like she would really stay, anyway.
We had just moved to Florence, Italy from Pennsylvania a few days ago due to my dad's job. We never stay in one place for too long. My parents are always out of the house doing their own things and I've never really made any good friends. I've really always been alone.
My father grabbed the keys to the Vespas on his way to the door.
"Alright sweetie, we'll be back in a few hours. There is a list of numbers on the fridge if there's an emergency. Good- bye!" He called out as he shut the door, leaving me alone in our almost empty new house.
On my parents list of places to visit was a little village called Volterra. They had arranged to take a tour of one of the palaces there and would be gone for a few hours.
With the few hours I had alone, I stopped unpacking and lay down on my bed. It was time to get some much needed rest.
As I drifted off, I started to dream. It was a reoccurring dream I've had for the past couple months. I of course haven't told my parents, because they would send me off to some mental institution. I dreamt of walking into a large room full of people. Sounds pretty boring until I mention that half the people were vampires and they were ripping apart my parents. I usually woke up screaming into my pillow. This time was no different and I jumped up from the bed.
"Well, I don't really want to stay home alone on a beautiful day like this. I might as well take a tour of the town." I whispered to myself, staring out the window.
I soon figured out that I shouldn't have even come outside in the first place. It started raining shortly after I came. Yeah, perfect timing, rain.
After wondering aimlessly around the town for hours, my feet got extremely tired. Plus, I was soaked head to toe from the rain. It was freezing and it made me shiver. I ran home, needing to get out of the clothes and take a nice, hot bath.
"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" I shouted as I walked through the door. No reply.
"Mom? Dad? Where are you guys?" Still, no reply.
They must still be out shopping and sightseeing like typical American tourists. I should wait a couple more hours. I need something warm. Now.
I ran upstairs and slipped out of my clothes. I happily jumped into the shower, letting the hot water pour all over my cold skin. It gave me goose bumps. It felt so good. Something felt off though.
I peeked out from behind the shower curtain to see if I was being watched or something. There, of course, was no one there, but I still had this really strange feeling. I needed to check the doors.
I got out slowly, making sure not to slip on the tiled floor. I wrapped a towel around my body and quietly opened the door, and if there was an intruder, I didn't know what the heck I was going to do. I walked down the hallway as water dripped from my hair onto my chest. I heard a small noise and I darted to my room.
It made my sides ache from running that fast, and my heart was pounding, but it wasn't just from the running. It was way too quiet here, and that scared the crap out of me. I dug through my closet and put on a pair of sweatpants and a plain gray t-shirt. When I peeked out the window, I was even more scared. It was almost dark.
I ripped through the halls while calling out for my parents, but no one answered me. They should be back by now. There's only one thing I can do.
I grabbed the phone to call 911 and it was thrown out of my hand and crashed into the wall, splitting into a million pieces.
"It's pointless to call anyone," A very high pitched voice said.
I turned around to find a small girl with ivory skin and crimson colored eyes sitting in the window sill. Her pale brown hair was in a tight bun and she was wearing a black cloak. She did however, look like a child.
"Your parents are gone," She said with a smile.
"Excuse me?" I said shakily.
"We took care of them."
"Who's "we" and where are my parents?" I replied angrily.
"The Volturi, dear." I jumped when I heard his voice.
There was a very tall and large man with thick shoulders behind me. He looked as if he could be a wrestler.
"Listen, I don't know who the "Volturi" are supposed to be, but you had better get out of my house before I call the police. I have a cell phone." I said, eyeing my cell phone sitting on the kitchen table.
"You're about to know who we were", said the small girl.
The little girl laughed. It sounded like wind chimes. Two more of the pale people surrounded me, one was a man with short, cropped, black hair, and the other was a boy who looked fairly similar to the girl. Although, compared to her, he was much more handsome. I felt like I'd seen him before. The girl sighed.
"Felix, let's go." She said tiredly.
I felt a sharp pain in my head, and then everything went black.