I am not sure if this is junk or good. Be honest with me. And this story might actually have a plot (unlike every other story I've writen)

Does that line thing work?

KPOV:

If my life were turned into a metaphor, I would be the roasted turkey laid out on the table on thanksgiving. The family of people would be representative of the vampires that are always eyeing me, but resisting a bite until the time is right. The other humans would be the other foods, cranberry sauce, potatoes, dumplings, gravy and the corn bread.

You may wonder why I am the turkey and all the other people are the less important foods. If you are thinking I am obsessed with myself and that is why I compare myself to the main attraction, you are wrong.

I am just the one that they always seem to want to eat.

I suppose that is life. No matter what, you always seem to have it worse than someone else.

I was broken from my thoughts by a vampire wearing a typical Voulturi gown. Actually, they are robes, but to me it looks like all the guys are wearing gowns. I think about things like this to keep myself from freaking out like the other humans.

Did you know that the closest word to Voulturi I can think of is Vultures? Pretty appropriate, I think.

The vampire in the black gown looking cloak poked me.

"Ouch!" I said loudly and everyone in the room turned to look at me. He had poked me really hard though so I had a reason to be loud. It wasn't like I minded pain too much. I was going to have a bruise though, and I could see it growing darker. "Why'd you do that?"

He didn't even apologize. "Go into the room." He pointed to the giant oak doors in front of us. By us I meant the group of humans and vampire behind me.

"Why?" I asked stalling. I knew that whatever there was behind those doors, it couldn't be good in an underground freak house full of red-eyed vampires.

"Just go in." He looked agitated. I wondered why all the vampires I had met today looked like they hated me. Maybe it is just a vampire trait.

I walked up to the doors and opened them. They were heavy and it took a lot of strength to open them. I had just gotten in when they slammed behind me.

"Can someone say creepy." I muttered under my breath as I examined the room. It had a gothic style, by that I don't mean those kids dressed in all black but the actual gothic era, and everything was made of stone. It reminded me of a horror film I had just watched last week on the Sci-Fi channel. Seeing how my day was going, I doubted that I would ever see a TV again.

"Hello and welcome to my humble home!" I jumped as I heard the cheerful voice. I looked around but couldn't see anyone.

"Um, hi." I turned. "Where are you?"

The voice made a scoffing noise. "Don't worry about trivial details, there are more important things at hand." The Voice, I now decided to think of it with a capital letter, was strangely cheerful. "For instance, let's go through introductions. Introduce yourself."

I thought about how weird it was. "Normally, people introduce themselves first before asking another person to tell them their own names. Seeing how you asked first and you can see me but I can't see you, I think you should start."

The Voice laughed. "You are a funny one!" This Voice was starting to remind me of that one old man I met on the streets once. He called me a 'funny one' too, but then he patted my head and gave me a snickers bar. I obviously didn't eat it because he was a creepy stranger, but somehow this Voice was scarier to me. Maybe it was because I knew he was a vampire that wanted to suck me dry and the fact that I couldn't see him.

"You didn't answer my question." I checked behind me.

"Ah yes. How rude of me." The Voice chuckled again. "My name is Aro. Or at least that is what everyone here calls me. I couldn't tell you my full name now, could I?"

"You could." The second after I said it I regretted it. It probably wasn't wise to say things like that to crazy vampires.

Luckily for me, he didn't eat me. He just laughed. "I think I am growing to like you. It is hard to find a person in this place that doesn't look like they are at a funeral."

"Well, I suppose it is kind of like a funeral." My mouth was talking but my brain was telling it to shut up. I shouldn't be conversing with a vampire. "I mean, considering the fact that you have to eat people's insides. I think that it is very much like a massive funeral."

"How do you know what we are?" Aro's voice seemed closer. "Did one of the guards tell you during your stay here?"

"No." I looked around the room again but I still couldn't see him. "I figured it out."

Aro sounded genuinely curious. "You figured it out in just three days? How?"

"Oh," I peeked around the few objects in the room hoping to catch a glimpse of him. "That was easy. For the entire time I've been stuck here, there are these people who have blood red eyes and keep watching me like they want to kill me. Besides, there are the common signs of pale skin, sunken faces, avoidance of sunlight and the fact that everyone here, other than the people that are like me of course, are super strong. Did I leave anything out?"'

I heard Aro clap his hands together. "Splendid! You are rather clever, aren't you? What should I call you?"

"Um…by my name if you don't mind." I looked at the ceiling to see if he was there. "I would prefer not to be named like some dog."

"Oh dear!" Aro's voice grew solemn. "You don't know yet? That is a problem."

"What is?" I asked confused.

"The Voulturi has agreed that we should be able to keep some human pets!" If I could see Aro, I would be sure he would be smiling. "Isn't that simply lovely! Some little human pets! I got the idea from a friend of mine's son. His son has a human pet of his own. When I saw how much he cared for that little human girl, I thought, Aro, you must get one of those things.

"And so here we are." Aro sighed and I thought that he had become farther away. "All those little human people out there are going to be interviewed like you are being now, and then we are going to pick two to become our pets."

"What will happen to the rest of them?"

"Oh, we'll eat them of course." I felt horrified as I heard him speak. "Not to worry though, if you aren't chosen, being bitten isn't painful at all. It feels sort of nice actually. It is the changing into a vampire that hurts like hell."

"So you are going to turn the rest of them into vampires like you?" I asked hopefully.

"No, no." Aro sounded taken aback. "We will just eat them, or rather drink them."

"T-that's…" I spun around hoping to see where he was. Being trapped in a room with Aro was starting to creep me out. "That has to be the most…barbaric thing I've ever heard!" I spat out.

Aro just laughed. "Don't worry dear. I like your spunk. I will try to keep you. By the by, what do you think I should call you? I will let you have a word in your naming. I am thinking about naming you Bella after that one other pet, although I do like the name Danielle for a girl. Which do you like?"

"My name is Kristina." I tried to look at him with the evil eye, but it was hard seeing how I couldn't see him. "I won't be renamed and treated like a pet."

"Of course not!" Aro laughed again making me feel stupid. I was growing to loathe him. "You will have better food, naturally and we will treat you far better than any dog. We will talk to you and brush your hair and…"

"Stop!" I covered my ears. "Are you insane? Are all vampires as crazy as you are? Because you seem to be a few French fries short of a happy meal, and I don't want to be some pet of a crazed vampire that lives in a depressing underground tunnel."

For a moment he didn't speak. I figured that I pretty much had guarantied myself to be turned into the main course, or at a side dish, for some vampire.

After a while he spoke. "Do you really think this place is depressing? I could redecorate it for you, if you want."

I groaned. What was wrong with this guy? "Can you show me where you are so that I can at least talk to you face to face?"

Before I could blink, and old looking man was standing about an inch from my face. I staggered back surprised.

"Is this better?" He looked at me. "We are now face to face." He pressed his chalk white face closer to mine.

"I didn't mean that close." I blinked a few times. Even though he was old, he looked pretty good for an old guy, other than the color of his skin. He really could use a tan. If he fell asleep or something someone might think he was dead. I told him that, but he just laughed.

"I can't fall asleep so there is no need to fear for people confusing me with the dead. Although I sort of am dead if you think about it in a technical respect. My heart stopped a long time ago."

"Is that why you are so heartless?" I asked him. "You kill people because you can't feel love? Or is it just a sport?" My voice was full of loathing and he looked hurt. Fake hurt, of course. Vampires can't feel.

"No." Aro tilted his head and looked at me strangely. "I can love. There is no other option for us to eat…well other than the option that one of my dearest friends chose. I don't fancy the taste of animals though."

"Oh, well that's an excuse then." I snorted. "You don't like the taste of something so you decided that you will murder other people then. That's just great." Sarcasm had always been a habit that I used too often. I could hear it creeping into my tone as I spoke and I knew that I was annihilating any chance of leaving this place alive.

Aro didn't seem to pick up on my sarcasm, or maybe he just didn't care. "Would you mind if I touched you?" He asked slowly after a moments pause.

"Um," I looked around and took a step back. "Why are you asking though? All the other vampires just go ahead and poke me all they like." I rubbed my arm where the guy in the gown had poked me. It still hurt.

Aro smiled. "Do you know that all vampires have a special gift of some kind?" I stared at him unsure of whether or not to say something.

An awkward silence hung in the air. I hate silences so I spoke first. "No, I didn't know, but why are you telling me? Do you have ADD or something? Because you totally just changed the subject on me, you know."

Aro chuckled again but this time it was slightly less creepy because I could see him. It still was creepy though, don't get me wrong. I didn't like him or anything.

"My gift, or talent as you might say, is that whenever I touch someone all of their thoughts they ever thought of enter my mind. If it were like reading a book, I would be able to read the whole book at once. The only drawback is that I must touch the person to see their thoughts." Aro sighed a sad sigh as if that were something he would always dream of changing.

"Will I still keep my thoughts if you touch me?" I wondered out loud. "Or will you steal them and leave me without any real memories?"

"No, no, my little pet." He patted my head affectionately. "You will still have them. I just touched you, did you notice? Can you still think?"

I thought about it. "I think so…" Even to my own ears that sounded weird. "I mean, of course I can if I am still talking. Do you know everything about me now?"

Aro smiled and ignored my question. "What is your favorite color?" He asked very randomly.

"Color…oh, I don't know." I never really like a particular color too much more than another. "Turquoise or sea green. Why does it matter? Can't you just read through my thoughts."

So...what is up? Can some peeps give me a bit of R&Ring here! I know there is at least one person who has read this! there has to be! are you there? Echo! Echo echoechoechoechoechoecho...okay...no one is reading!

Oh...before I forget...this story is for you Kristina!