A/N: Ok guys this is my new test pilot fic. I'm on Chapter 2 right now. Most things are exactly as Stephenie wrote them. Except of course the whole killing off Bree thing, though that will be explained. This was originally a companion fic to my previous story with Emmett/Bella pairings, I have yet to decide if I will keep that or change it later. All the other chapters are quite a bit longer than this. Promise. Also the first five chapters will have involvment of some dark themes, I won't go into great detail, but I just wanted to warn everyone now. It doesn't stay dark through the whole thing, but I really want everyone to get a sense of how evil some of these characters are. Anyways, let me know if you guys like it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing execpt for the plot bunny of this fic, all characters and background info is strictly Meyer's creation. (This is a disclaimer for the whole story, now way am I posting this every chapter).

{Prologue}

I felt the walls closing in around me, the suffocating scent of decay surrounding me and overpowering all that was important. Stop it, I screamed to myself, I had to escape, had to get out. If I let my guard down for even a moment, let them get a step ahead, I would lose. I had to get to the yellow-eyes, it was paramount. They were the only ones who could stop the Volturi, and I'd be damned if they would win.

Sliding to a stop, I kept silent as I listened to the light footsteps that echoed through the stone hallway. They were following me, they knew I was gone, knew that the only way I was coming back was in pieces. They would pay, for everything they had done to me and to those I loved. I would not let Diego's killers live, ever. I would avenge his death, I wouldn't allow for anything else.

Twisting around, I retraced my steps before slipping into a side hall, much narrower than the one before, the rough stones brushing my arms. It was too narrow for anyone larger than me to go through, which would cut down on their numbers exponentially. But I also knew that it wasn't always the bigger ones that I needed to worry about.

Halting, I scrunched my brow, confused. The noise had stopped, the eerie walls now echoing silence, something that made me even more nervous than before. Walking cautiously, I tried to get a feel for anything, for anybody nearby. Unfortunately, as much as I pushed myself, my gift could just not stretch that far. I was more powerful than all of them, could destroy them all on my own. But their numbers were too great; I could do nothing if I was taken by surprise.

"Well, well," a voice drawled, her dreaded voice sending shivers down my spine as I whipped around, my teeth bared. "Where do you think you're going, Pet?"

My name is Bree Tanner; and I have been a prisoner of the Volturi for the past five years and twenty-seven days. And this, this is my story.