"What?!" She yelled at the top of her lungs at the three sat on their thrones; faces etched alike marble. "What purpose do you have for keeping me here?!"

The one with raven black hair stood up with his hands clasped together. "I know it may seem unfair, but you are here because this is where you need to be." He said calmly.

"I haven't done anything!"

Her screams echoed through the catacombs that they called their home.

Who?

The Volturi.

A/N: Hey Blondie here!

First Twilight fanfic... and rated 'M' story. So excited about this one :) The M stuff won't be till later

I don't own Twilight (unfortunately) all characters belong to Stephanie Meyer apart from ones I made up

Enjoy!

The woman ran through the streets of Italy. Running away from yet another couple of vampires who decided to pick a fight with her. And as she didn't have a filter for her mouth… she hardly made the situation better. She picked up the pace, not wanting to actually have to hurt them, but they had other ideas. She skidded to a halt by a bridge when somehow one of them managed to get ahead of her and block her way. She looked behind her to see the other one. Both male, both with the vampiric charm of good looks. She didn't bother to take in their appearances precisely; she knew she most likely wouldn't need to find them again. "Listen boys," She began. "There's really no need for this to get messy." She said calmly, her pale hands by her side.

"You're right." The one in front of her said; his voice had a slight Italian accent. "We should just snap your neck and be done with it."

She sighed heavily. "Really?" She raised an eyebrow. "I really have had a bad day so I won't bother to prolong your miserable existence so if you don't mind… fuck off." She narrowed her eyes; her tone suddenly changed to a highly threatening one.

The vampires flinched slightly but quickly recovered. "Fucking bitch!" The one behind her yelled before flying at vampiric speed towards her. Before the other one could register what happened, his comrade's head was detached from his body; the girl threw his head into the river.

The vampire snarled and was about to lunge at her until a voice of authority sounded from behind him. "I really wouldn't do that if I were you." The man who spoke was dressed in a black suit and a cloak around his shoulders. Two others were behind him, and as the woman focused with only the moonlight to help her vision, there were two other behind them. She huffed; 5 extra vampires was not what she needed.

The vampire who was about to attack her looked petrified. "Please, I was… she killed one of us." She managed to breathe out.

The one who spoke first stared at the woman; his eyes full of curiosity. "You know the laws, hunting in Volterra is forbidden."

"No! Please!" He tried to flee, but the two who flanked the three were holding is arms out painfully. One was built like a mountain with dark hair, the other was blonde and seemed dwarfed by the giant.

He stepped forward and gripped his head. The sound of glass shattering filled the small area as his head and limbs were ripped from each other. The other two higher vampires noticed how the woman didn't as much as flinch at the violence. The black haired one turned to face her and sighed slightly. "What to do with you?" He said with a slight smile.

She laughed slightly. "How about nothing?" She said lightly; the vampires were slightly shocked at how calm she was. "I wasn't the one who started it in the first place." She folded her arms.

"Still…" He said, his smile fading which made her tense up. "You've seen too much." He looked at the two who disembodied the other vampire and they began to walk to her.

"Well… can't say I'm gonna miss this place." She said with no emotion on her face. "I never really like Italy in any case." Her face broke into a smile before she abruptly clapped her hands. And the water from under the bridge leapt up and surrounded the vampires and encased them in a cocoon of ice. They tried to break it, but found it was a lot stronger than normal ice. She still had the wide smile on her face. "It was no pleasure to meet you now… toodles!" She yelled before running to her motorcycle, she knew how long it took for her ice to lose its strength. She revved the engine and took off; yet another place she had to avoid for another 10 years.