For all my immortal centuries I've been told it wasn't possible for vampires to sleep, that we where superior to humans, that they where nothing more than sheep and we the wolf amongst them. The only memory I can vividly recall was the burning acid pain of my turning, the day of April 29,1602. I remember the first lesson my maker No'vake had pounded relentlessly into my head, never reveil our secret, or the Volturi would come and retribution would be swift. As you can expect No'vake had never given me a choice, it was turn or die but, who could resist the alluring temptful ways of vampires? I thought he was my salvation, pale sculpted face and demonic eyes of crimson, locks so blonde they seemed white. I was just some poor peasant that everyone passed up a gutter rat, nobody would miss me. He was my saving grace, my angel of death.

No'vake is what we called an ancient, he was thousands of years old and as far as I knew then, he was the only one. He kept me in the dark, twisting the love in my heart, just using my gift for his gain. I had an unusual gift and even as a human he could detect it, after all that was his gift. I could read 'blood memory' as he would call it. Every time I tasted human or vampire alike, with a single bite, I could see all of their past present and if I truly tried hard brief flashes of the future, and with every use my gift became more natural more power. I worshipped my maker, I truly loved him, he was the master of my... well everything. I was so blinded that I never saw it then, the way we stuck to the shadows avoiding every vampire, only taking small amounts of blood, never killing a single human. He was hiding, hiding from the kings, the Volturi, you see No'vake was once one of the Romanian kings, in fact the very king responsible for murdering the wife of Marcus. Had I known much would've been different.

Was it possible for vampires to dream? Was it possible for a vampire to sleep? Often I had wondered these things silently to myself in my masters bedroom, as he didn't like 'useless' questions as he labeled them. I was a scarred vampire mentally and physically all under the exiled Romanian king No'vake. He, I trusted him and never questioned that blind trust, but he just used me to evade his doom longer, I know my mistake now as I laid there in this nightmare.

It was a small village, on a Mexican harbor. I saw them beneath a flickering light pole, I could hear their breaths but not their heart beats. So they where vampires then? I remember the stinging feeling of pain from earlier, glancing down to the hand hovering over my wound, I surprisingly saw blood. So I was human then? I saw them come, my weak eyes not able to track their movement, I was the prey and they the predator. Right before death greeted me I saw their eyes and heard their words, "We are waiting."

I coughed clearing the dust out of my venom solid made lungs, it was possible for vampires to dream, or maybe it was just me? I was a rather pathetic vampire, hesitating to take human life, even considerate to their deaths. I searched for the familiar feeling of No'vake but, he was gone. At first I felt nothing as I laid there on top of the broken stone in the cave we had been hiding in, and then it hit me I was all alone for the first time. I bounced between panic and the lust of freedom, then sadness, my mate, my coven, may family, he was all those things for all those centuries and now I had nothing. It was the first time I ever felt loss, it's pain foreign and now my existence felt useless, all I knew was how to serve him, all alone I was a nothing, I could do nothing. So I had a goal in mind, to Italy the crowning city of the three kings. Maybe dying a second time would be more pleasant than the first time was?

The trip was fast or at least seemed that way, I paid no attention to the red cloaks surrounding me, as I wore one myself, fitting I should be adjourned in crimson upon my death bed. I dropped down to the entrance and a girl with blond hair stopped me, her silky locks pinned to a bun, her eyes mirroring my own blood red. A golden Volturi pendant hanging from her neck, nearly hidden by the black of her swishing cloak. Her stare was blank and devoid, "The masters don't take kindly to trespassers, come with me."

I nodded, following quietly behind I knew better than to run, my love had taught me all about the guard and it's members, at our speed we came before two doors, I didn't pay attention to how the halls where or what decorated them, I didn't care. Jane opened them and stood in front of them, Felix and other higher ranking members joining her side, making sure I made no attempt to escape, not that I would. I felt physically in pain, like my undead heart was slowly being pulled brutally forcing me to turn my eyes to the three kings, and as my eyes met their gazes, I felt something click. A subtle shift like a mother's gentle hand had passed over all the hurts and pains and made them into nothing, I felt complete, in control, and I now knew what it truly meant to feel freedom, to truly feel alive. And knowing this, I could happily die if only to bath a few more moments in the bliss high. Marcus stood from his thrown and I took a knee bowing ready, my voice was quiet, "I want to die."

The tension seemed to thicken had I said it wrong? I heard the quiet pads of feet, looking through my lashes I saw Marcus brush hands with Aro and his eyes widen in surprise. I flinched when master Caius touched my chin and tilted my head up, I was warned by No'vake by his knack for being sadistic even by vampire standards. Oddly he seemed saddened by my mistrust, when he offered his hand with warmth and gentleness in his eyes, I felt even more confused, hesitantly I took it and was pulled upright, he brushed a lock of dark chocolate curls behind my ear, "My dear you bow to no one."

Marcus seemed glued to the spot hope and disbelief in his eyes, Aro speeded in front of me a gleam of happiness lurking in those eyes that seemed plagued by madness and a million years of horrors. the look of a man who now acted like he stumbled across the rarest and most special of treasures. His black hair cascading down in soft straight silky black, pulled back by the collar of his cloak, "Would you do me the honor dear?" he asked holding his hand out.

The king was actually asking me for permission, immediately I said in a dull respectful tone, giving him my hand, "My king doesn't need my permission he may do as he wishes with me, I only ask for death."

It droned on for what felt a eternity but, in reality only a matter of seconds, Aro's touch sent electricity zipping up my arm and spreading a pleasant warmth, it was addictive and I felt myself want more, I heard him chuckle and realized he likely heard all my dirty thoughts and images, I felt apprehensive. I went to pull my hand away, only to have the mad king clutch it desperately closer, like a man thirsty for water for a thousand years, "Please don't go my dear...I'm afraid I can't give you what you want, anything but that mia cara. I grant you any wish but that..." he brokenly said.

Marcus came to me then brushing sides against Aro and Caius, "I'm afraid my dear that such a task would be impossible for us, for you see..."