Hello! My new story, Future In Black! Now the preface to this story was actually a one-shot of mine but I deleted it. I have been working on this story since October, but have put off updating it in till I got further in my other stories. This is really one of my favorite stories, I can always re-read it. I hope everyone loves it as much as I do. I want to thank RyK77 for betaing me and helping me with this crazy idea.

Summary:

Claire was part of a Volturi feeding group when she was eleven, but was sent home when the Volturi realized that she could be useful. After she graduated high school, at fifteen, they took her back to Volterra. Now, with her newly found gift of seeing the future, she must live with them for four years where she learns to trust, fear, hate, and love.

I want to tell everyone that Claire is very smart for being eleven. She has a photographic memory and usually speaks English more than French, even though she is French.

Preface.

Their cloaks flow out behind them as they walk quickly and quietly through out the city. The full moon, high above makes dark shadows on the brick ground. Their skin, already so pale, only becomes paler as they race through the empty streets. Their blood red eyes scan for any movement, their ears alert to every heartbeat in the enclosed wall. Their nose's picking up every scent that loom in the air. Some of them stop every minute and sniff the walls. They bark out things like "She's close" or "I can smell her". There are four of them. Quick, lethal, and trained. All having only one thought on mind, finding her. All knowing they will.

A small girl leads the V shaped group. A terrifying look on her young face, showing she will do anything to find her. A boy, that could be her twin, only a few steps behind her with the same look. Behind them are two men, both of them well muscled and slight olive-toned. The small girl in front stops at a four part interception.

"Split up," she orders. Her childlike voice like a knife cutting through butter, as it swept across the quite night. The group does as told. The small girl and boy continue going forward. The two large men split up, one going to the right, and the other the left. Even though the group has now split up it only makes them scarier and stronger. Their footsteps still at the same pace before and each one calm. They do not worry that they have not found her yet. They know they will find her, why should they doubt themselves? They have never failed in anything, they are strong. Humans fear them. Vampires fear them. The girl they hunt, fear them.

The small girl and boy stop as they hear a close heartbeat. A heartbeat that is fluttering so fast it would seem like it would explode. They smile evilly at each other. They have found the girl, she is close. They can now hear her frightened footsteps as she runs. Their pace quickens too, as they close in on their prey. Her scent is mixed in with dirty water, probably from the puddles of water around the deserted tunnels. Her heartbeat get's louder and they begin to hear her breathing, she is sprinting as fast as she can through the empty alleys. But her attempts are pointless, the girl and boy are closing in on her.

She has no where to go, there is no where to run. She will be found and dragged back underground. There is no doubt about that in anyone's mind, including the girl's. Then why does she run if it's no use? She does not know, but she does know that where ever they take her will be a bad place to be. A very bad place.

The girl stops short when she reaches a wall. That wall is the one thing in between her and freedom. She is done for, the group is now closing in on her, each of them coming from a different direction. The boy and small girl are coming directly behind her. And both men's paths cross back with the main one. They reform the V shaped line and stop right behind the girl. She closes her eyes and takes in a big breath. She slowly turns to meet her doom.

Chapter One.

"And this is the castle." I looked at the woman warily. She was very tall, and had long mahogany hair. She was wearing a midnight blue spaghetti strap dress that showed off each one of her curves, which had some of the married men drooling. She was unnaturally pale, but my dad didn't seem to notice. She had violet eyes and a kind smile, but I did not trust it. I did not trust her.

I tugged on my dad's hand and he looked down at me. I pleaded with my eyes. "Le papa, je ne pense pas que ceci était une bonne idée," (Dad, I don't think this was a good idea.) I whispered in French, hoping the woman, Heidi, would not hear. I focused on my Dad, but I swore I saw this Heidi shoot me a glare. My dad smiled at me.

"Ne pas être bête, Claire. Nous serons biens." (Don't be silly, Claire. We will be fine.) I nodded, but I still didn't believe him. We were currently in Italy, for my eleventh birthday. This "kind" lady offered us a tour, and my dad was too caught up in her "beauty" to notice the strange feeling I was getting. I stayed with the group as we were led through the halls. I could not shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen, and I expressed this to my dad a few more times, but he kept ignoring me.

When we came to a stop in front of two heavy wooden doors, the feeling became worse and I let out a cry, which caused a few people in the group to look at me.

"Papa ! Nous devons la feuille, quelque chose mauvais va-" (Dad! We have to leave, something bad is going-)I did not finish my sentence because of the sharp glare that Heidi sent my way. A man came down the hall with a smile on his face and stopped next to Heidi. No one else seemed to notice this; they were looking around the hallway and whispering to each other. I could not exactly get a good look at this man, the lighting was so dim and he was looking towards Heidi.

They quietly exchanged words, and I saw that they both glanced in my direction. It worried me and I stepped back a few feet. The man tilted his head to the side slightly before straightening up and walking towards me. My breathing hitched and I looked around desperately. But everyone, including my dad, was focused on some bull crap that Heidi was saying about a painting. I had nowhere to go.

The man was now in front of me and he smiled down at me. He was maybe around 6 feet and wore a black/grey button up coat. The first thing I noticed about him was his dark eyes, almost black. The next was his strikingly good looks. He was as pale as Heidi and had perfect features: a straight nose, light pink lips, not-too-hairy eyebrows, and amazing bone structure.

"Bonjour, là," (Hello, there.) he greeted. His voice was much like Heidi's: smooth, soft, kind and they both had no Italian accent. Yet I did not trust it.

"I speak English," I told him. He tilted his head to the side slightly and flashed me a smile.

"My name is Demetri. Heidi had told me that you seemed not to like this tour. That is understandable; it is mostly about history. We have a lobby you could wait in and watch TV for the remainder of the tour," he offered with a very kind smile. I would have normally accepted; he was so sweet and understanding. But the feeling was back in my stomach, and I shot a worried look at my dad before turning back to Demetri.

"No thank you Demetri. I think I should stay with my dad," I told him. His smile did not falter.

"The tour is almost another hour long and I can tell you would not enjoy it. You could watch a movie, we have tons," he continued to try to persuade me but I refused to go.

"No, thank you." This time he glared and he clenched his teeth. I could see the struggle and knew my instincts were right. He was dangerous.

"I insist," he told me, taking a step forward. I edged around him carefully, my eyes never leaving him, to try to get to my dad, only to run into Heidi. She peered down at me and smiled, before looking up at Demetri. I suddenly felt trapped, and I was.

"Now, Demetri. If Miss Claire here does not want to watch TV, then she can stay with the tour group," Heidi told him. I looked back at Demetri to find him narrowing his eyes at Heidi.

"I was only suggesting it since it was you who wanted to make sure she wasn't bored," Demetri said back smoothly. I looked back at Heidi, not believing it. She was the one who had been glaring at me the whole time. Neither Heidi, nor Demetri, seemed to notice me there.

"I will just have to tell Aro, not to bore her too much," Heidi said. Realization spread across Demetri's perfect face for a second. I had a feeling that when they talked about me being 'bored' they meant something else entirely. I quickly sidestepped out of the human sandwich that was made of me, only to be caught by the forearm. I spun around to see that Demetri had grabbed me and Heidi was walking back towards the group.

I hadn't noticed that Demetri was wearing gloves until then. And I could still feel his ice-cold hands through the leather. I gasped and tried to wiggle free, only for him to grab my wrists and pin them to his chest.

"Hey! Let go of me!" Demetri glared at me and tightened his grip ever so slightly until I let out a whimper.

"Shut up," he whispered in to my ear. I shivered and whimpered again, but nodded. He turned back to the tour and began walking forward, dragging me with him. No one had seemed to notice Heidi and Demetri's little conversation, or that I was being held against my will by Demetri.

Heidi finally opened the two heavy doors and stepped inside. I saw that my dad was in the front and soon followed her. Demetri pulled me into the room, along with the other tourists, and pulled me slightly to the side. I looked around in amazement. The room we were taken to was beautiful.

It was completely made out of marble, or at least it looked like it was. There were many people in the room, but I couldn't focus on them because there were three people who sat on thrones. They were beautiful, except for one whose face looked like it was made out of play-doh. Two of them, including the play-doh dude, had black hair while one of them had blonde.

The bad feeling was so overwhelming that I gasped and clutched Demetri's hands tightly. He glanced down at me quickly before looking back up. Something caught my eye in the direction of Heidi, she was trembling her lips, but no sound was coming out. Or, I thought there was no sound coming out. And then every pair of eyes landed on me for a quick second.

"Welcome, guest!" The man who sat in the middle with black hair began. The bad feeling was so strong that my knees buckled from beneath me and I fell to the floor, even with Demetri holding me. "Welcome to Volterra!" Then I felt a hard shove and I went sliding across the floor. I had no time to understand what happened before the screaming started.

I whipped my head around finding the same scene all around me. They (the people in the room when we got here) were attacking us (the tour group), pinning people down and biting into them. Vampires. My mind told me but I shook that thought out of my head quickly. I needed to find Dad (I had not been attacked yet and neither had a few people). If only he had listened to me, or I had warned him better of my feeling.

"Dad!" My scream mixed in with the other cries and I doubt he heard it. I quickly looked around the room, trying to find a hiding place. I found none, the room was completely open. The few people who had not yet been attacked were running to the door, but I was too far away to even consider that idea and I doubted they would be able to get away. But my eyes landed on a bench right beside me. It wouldn't hide me but it would protect me from seeing the rest of this…massacre. I slid beneath it and curled into a tight ball, covering my head with my arms and trying to block the sounds of pain.

I couldn't. I cried into my stomach as silently as possible, and soon the screams and pleas died down. They were dead. Dead. All of them, including my dad. I slowly opened my eyes and was met by my dad's dead body. I couldn't hold in the scream that had been caught in my throat ever since this horrible day started. Shit, I thought, a little too late. Suddenly two cold hands grabbed me and pulled me out of my terrible hiding spot.

I was sobbing by now, my eyes still locked on my dad's body. I had no clue who was holding my wrists, but I fought in their iron grasp. They had killed everyone. The person behind me dragged me to the center of the room, and I had made a trail because of the blood everywhere.

"So this is the Claire that Heidi told us about," a creepy, light voice inquired. I looked up to see the man who had 'greeted' us, smiling at me softly. He walked down from his throne and took my hand away from whoever had it, and placed his other one on top of my hand. He bowed his head for a few seconds before looking back at me. His eyes were wide and he had a big smile on his face, like it was Christmas and he had gotten what he wanted. "Amazing," he whispered.

"What is it, Aro?" the blonde man asked him.

"She is very special," he told him, letting go of my hand and turning back to the other two guys sitting in the chairs.

"How so?" Blondie asked.

"She has a photographic memory. She is 11 but in 8th grade, she skipped three grades. And she knows things," he told him, while sitting in his seat. I stared up at him, still crying, a little scared. How did he know those things? I hadn't even said one word.

"What kind of things?"

"Well she knew something bad was going to happen the moment Heidi offered the tour. She tried to warn her father even, but he did not listen. I think she would be very useful to our guard," Aro continued. The blonde man turned back to look at me, slumped in the arms that restrained me, still crying.

"She is much too young," he said. Aro frowned a little, but nodded.

"That is true. But she is much too valuable to kill."

"I agree, but what do we do with her?" The play-doh man asked in a thick voice, almost as if he was tired. The three of them looked around the room quickly before their eyes landed on me.

"Perhaps we should continue this discussion alone. Demetri, please show Claire to a room, thank you," Aro ordered. The man behind me, who I'm guessing was Demetri, jerked me up and quickly took me out of the room. I noticed the others in the room also seemed to thin out and disappear. Demetri then picked me up, bridal style, and raced me through the hallways at an inhuman speed. That's because they aren't human.

Demetri dropped me on a small bed in a small room. He stared at my sobbing form for a second before sighing and leaving. I continued crying on the bed, soaking the sheets completely. I don't know how long I continued sobbing before I ran out of tears and just stared aimlessly at the wall. It felt like it must have been hours or even days…but I knew it couldn't have been.

I was beyond bored in the small room and the only thing to do was sit in a ball and cradle back and forth. My thoughts went to my dad. He was dead, like my mom and grandparents. The only family I had left were my two older sisters, who were smart enough to stay home and not come on this trip.

Suddenly the door opened and Demetri walked back in. I whimpered slightly and he smiled at me. He grabbed my arm and jerked me up, no longer being gentle. He moved quickly back through the hallways and stopped at the wooden door. He knocked three times and waited.

Then a voice said: "Come in."

Now the Preface may not make sense at the time and it may be awhile in till it really does. But, how did you like it?! I love this story, it's proabaly my favorite one. Now I need you to do two things for me.

1. REVIEW! I love reviews they mak me smile and laugh, hey flame me if you want.

2. VOTE! Go to my profile and vote for who Claire should fall in love with. Don't tell me in a review because then I can't tally it. So please help me out.