Chapter 1

The hot Italian sun was beating down on me along with the others which were in the group for a tour of the Volterra castle. They mostly consisted of annoying tourist types, chatting and forever snapping photos of everything and anything. It's not like everyone wanted to be in the photos, yet I found myself stuck in the middle as the guide took about a thousand photos on everyone's cameras of the whole group. I think I ruined them; I didn't smile. I just stood there with a bored expression on my face.
My hands were shoved into the pockets of my denim shorts as the group was being led into the actual castle instead of waiting outside, making me receive a strange feeling as I looked down the hall to the large wooden double doors we were about to go through.

I wasn't able to shake the feeling off and opted for staying close to the doors when they were closed once everyone was in the large room which had three throne-like chairs situated right at the front on top of some marble steps. There were people dressed in old fashioned clothing, but something about them was off; they didn't seem like actors to me. Something bad was nagging at the back of my mind and all I wanted to do was get out the room.

I shuffled on my feet slightly which caught the attention of one of the people standing at the front of the hall, making him look at me with black eyes; resulting in me swallowing nervously. He continued staring at me and his eyes widened just the smallest fraction before he glanced around the room at the others beside him. The expression on his face was scaring me and I found myself inching backwards closer to the door, reaching back and feeling for the handle.

Demetri's POV

There was one girl standing right at the back of the group, catching my attention instantly from the scent that was radiating off of her; it smelled so alluring that I had to look at her properly, feeling my eyes widen as I did so. Her beauty matched no vampire's. The look that was portrayed in her blue eyes was one of fear; as if she knew something was happening. She was so captivating that I found myself unable to look away, but the voice of Aro snapped me back suddenly, making me realise that she was going to be killed if she didn't get out now.

"Ah, welcome to the castle of Volterra!" Aro greeted them in the usual manner and I found myself pleading with the girl in my mind to run. My expression must have shown something as I saw her inching backwards towards the door, making me nod discretely so that none of the other Guard would notice.

'Run' I mouthed at her, making it seem that she needed no further instruction as she was swiftly out the door. I managed to catch a glimpse of her figure running down the hall before the door swung shut again, causing the smallest amount of relief to wash through me before the feeding began.

Nearly as soon as I'd left the room the screaming started, making me stumble over my own feet as I continued running down the long hall towards the exit doors, not once looking back for the fear of what I could see through the slim crack in the door. It would give me nightmares I couldn't even dream of. The receptionist started yelling at me in Italian which I didn't understand, but I chose to ignore her and barreled through the doors, feeling the light breeze and hot sun on my skin as I left the refines of the castle behind me, weaving through the city streets of Volterra.

Even though I was running from the castle, I could still hear the screams ringing in my ears. I had a hunch I would never forget them no matter how much I wanted to. The small private hotel I was staying at was only a mile away which I was more than capable of reaching if only I had a car or some mode of transport due to the fact that my legs were not that long. I was only a minimum of 5"1' in height so I was never able to outrun anything in my life.

I managed to catch a lift from a kind local and they dropped me off at the entrance of the hotel, making me thank them in the few Italian words I did know which were the very basics of the language; but they were understanding none the less. I made it into my room and leant heavily against the door after locking it, feeling my chest heaving a little as my breathing was heavier than before; making me slightly puzzled as to why that was. I sighed and slid down the door, landing on the floor with my knees pulled up to my chest and running my hands through my long straight caramel colored hair.

I whimpered quietly before forcing myself back onto my feet, deciding that my trip was coming to an earlier finish than expected. I should have never gone on that tour. I knew something bad was happening from the start, yet I still went along with it. I was twenty. I should be able to look out for myself, but this situation was different. I had a very bad feeling than none of the group made it out that castle or if they did, they weren't alive. I cracked my knuckles nervously before pulling my suitcase up onto the bed, noticing it was later than I thought as the sky was darkening from the sunset. A dark figure blurring past outside had me shutting the window firmly and pulling the curtains shut, blocking the outside world out before I checked the door to my room. It was securely locked.

I was becoming slightly paranoid as I hurriedly threw all of my clothes and other things into the suitcase, emptying the hotel room of everything that I owned. As I was zipping it shut, the quiet click coming from the door had me ducking behind the bed. I peered up over the edge, darting my eyes across the doorway of the bedroom to see whether anything was coming in. Everything was silent and I shakily got back to my feet and continued closing my bag before glancing back to find the same man from the castle, making me emit a small cry before tumbling to the floor in fright and hiding under the bed.

His red eyes peered at me from below the sheets and I scooted further back so he couldn't reach me, releasing a whimper as I did so which seemed to cause him pain as his face scrunched up a little. He reached out and his pale fingers brushed lightly along the back of my hand, making me feel how cold he was as well as causing me to retract my hand to my chest.

"Il mio cantante sangue."

His voice was deep and soft when he spoke those few Italian words which made me frightened as they seemed to draw me into him. A short scream of fear escaped me as I found him moving closer to me. I shuffled backwards, hitting the top of my head in the process of scrambling out from under the large bed and running towards the bathroom; but not getting there as he appeared right in front of me, making me stumble back and thump into the wall which met my back.

I watched him with wide eyes as he stepped closer until I had to tilt my head back just to keep looking at his face which seemed to have been carved from stone. Perhaps by some angelic being as it looked so perfect, too perfect to be real. My legs gave out beneath me and I slid down the wall, landing with a thud on the floor by his feet, tucking my useless legs up to my chest. He soon followed my motion as he crouched down to my level with an awed yet sad look on his face while his blood red eyes were trained solely on me.

"I do not wish to harm you. You are safe with me."

His knuckles gently grazed against my cheek. That's when I realized I was crying as I felt the tears in my eyes, blinking to try and get them to stop.

"There is no need to fear me love. I pose you no threat."

I tried to say something, but my voice was not allowing me to. Instead I opted for hesitantly reaching my hand out and letting my fingertips very lightly feather touch the cold skin across his cheekbones, making myself shiver before retracting my arm back to my chest.

Demetri's POV

It must have been warm in the small room from her shutting the window earlier as a light sheen of what I presumed was sweat made what was exposed of her chest glisten slightly in the dim glow of the room. I could feel the heat she was emitting from being only a foot away from her. I saw that she was shaking slightly, making me think whether it was from the heat or from fright of me being here. I reached out again and found my fingers tangling in the ends of her honey colored hair, feeling the softness and giving myself a fresh wave of her scent as her head moved ever so slightly.

"Who are you?"

Her voice made my ears ring from the sweet sound of it; fragile and innocent like her appearance.

"You were in the castle. You told me to run. What happened? All I could hear were the screams." A small crack appeared in her voice as she said the last word. She pressed herself even further against the wall as I made a move to go closer, making me stop and look at her again.

"You have to believe I won't hurt you. You are my blood singer. I will protect you." I held my hand out palm up in front of her, making her quickly glance down before catching my gaze again with her glistening blue eyes.

"B-blood singer?" Her eyes widened in fear again and I sighed, standing up and moving back a little to give her more room. "What do you want with my blood?"

"Your blood smells very appealing to me, but I will not harm you. We are destined to be as you are my blood singer. I am a member of the Volturi Guard," I explained. "Demetri Volturi, il mio angelo." I bowed slightly in respect before watching her closely to see the reaction I would receive.

A/N: I don't own anything. The original story belongs to StephHoechlin on

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