Preface 75 years ago

He'd told me of this place, where vampires go to die. Without him I was nothing, just an empty shell. I was just another distraction for them all. Jake had abandoned me as well, favouring to spend all his time with Sam Uley and his gang in La Push, he wouldn't even reply to my calls anymore. This is what had lead me to Volterra, after many failed suicide attempts. I'd tried everything, even shooting myself, but fate always intervened and someone saved me. At least here I knew they'd do the job properly.

I'd found her, watching me from the small alleyway next to the clocktower, it was easy to spot that she was a vampire. For the main part she was covered from head to toe in a dark black cloak which only allowed her red eyes to shine from underneath. Please voice don't fail me now, I pleaded. "I wish to speak to the heads of the Volturi"

"This way" she spoke sharply, she obviously didn't like the fact that I knew of the Volturi. I followed her down the pipe, up to my waist in water. I had no idea where I was going apart from the dim light that fought its way through the darkness, guiding me.

She threw down her hood as soon as we made a giant hall, this was the first time I got a good look at her, her blood coloured eyes peered at me, she seemed like a little girl to me, maybe 12 or 13 years old bordering an immortal child. I knew not to be fooled by her child-like appearance, she could kill me in under 2 seconds. "What business do you have with the Volturi?" she questioned me "Speak human, I have no time for games today, although if you refuse to tell me your intent then I might have to make an exception in your case" I remained silent, this was an offer of death. This is what I'd spent the last of my savings on.

"If you will not speak" She sneered at me "I may just have to make you now if you don't feel a thing, tell me, it means I'm killing you wrong" My head was thrown against the granite walls that sounded the hall, the unmistakeably sound of stone cracking soon followed my collision with the walls,.

"NO, JANE STOP!" an angered, but authoritative voice, said as he glided into the room. He continued, much calmer this time. " We need to treat our guests with respect, especially Isabella here, how often is it that we gets a human visitor who seeks the Volturi" he paused eyeing me up as if I were a prize. "Jane I think it would be best if you left now"

Her real age shone for a few seconds when she didn't get her own way, she sulked away into the shadows but not without stomping on my leg, my once fully attached leg was now hanging on by a few muscles and the odd piece of bone. I felt like screaming, but I couldn't feel my leg, there was no pain. I was numb,I am always numb.
"Please, just kill me" I whispered, my voice was cracking and hoarse from abandonment, I hadn't talked since 6 months ago,when...he left.

"Isabella" The way he said my name, purposely dragging out all the syllables, it make me sick to hear. "Why would I kill you,when I can keep you?"

Author's Note

Yes this preface has been rewritten, i'm currently working on the rest of the story so bear in mind that sometimes chapters will not link together properly.

Why did you decide to rewrite the story?
I decided that the story was taking a much darker route towards the end and didn't match the humorous style chapters in the beginning. I just want this story to be a good as it can possibly be, even if that means I have to rewrite it a couple more times.

-Nathalie

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