Disclosure: I do not own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does.
Crystal's POV
I was on a vacation with my mom to Italy. We were on our way with a tour group to go see Volterra. My mom had won this trip out of a sweepstakes, which said she won a drawing that I don't remember her entering. Mom was totally for it, so I went with her to make her happy. Turns out, that was my worst mistake ever.
We entered a building, through a glass rotating door. The entrance was very inviting. The layout of it looked like a lobby of a five star hotel. There were granite counter tops, and marbled floors. I was trying to put on my best show to make my mom happy, though I had a strange feeling telling me this was a bad idea. Our hostess was a tall, slender lady who was very good looking. She was very pale. No, pale didn't describe her color. She was alabaster white. The men were just looking at her with goggling eyes. I thought they reacted like dogs.
We were led into a room, it was dark, like a dungeon, and it was cold. "Welcome, welcome to Volterra," greeted an old man, who stood in the center of the room. My eyes wandered. He said something else that I didn't hear. I noticed all the people who "worked" here had shockingly white skin. They were also extraordinarily beautiful, almost nonhuman. I couldn't see any danger around me. But I could tell something was not right. The feeling was very strong, but what could have caused it?
I wasn't the only one. Some people were wondering curiously out loud.
"This is a strange place!" commented a dark skinned man.
"So medieval," agreed a blond haired lady.
A foreign group of people were whispering anxiously.
"Save some for me," commented the old man. What was he talking about? I was glad I was in the back of the crowd.
The hostess then turned to face us. A strange gleam in her eyes, it looked hungry. Then she charged at a middle aged man, who stood in the front of our group. Everyone fled, determined to make this not be their fate. I just stood there, and held my ground. It looked like she was about to kiss him, but instead her teeth sunk into the base of his neck. Everyone started screaming. Panic filling everyone's emotions.
I stood still. Not panicking like all the people around me. I watched in fear as the pale beautiful monsters started catching and killing the entire group of tourist around me. Everyone was screaming out of fear and pain. A huge, muscular one ambushed my mother and sink his teeth in to her neck. Her screams cut me like a knife. But there was nothing I could do. My feet felt like they were bolted to the ground. I just stood there, watching in fear.
The old man came back. I noticed I was only one out of five still left breathing. He stared at me, a curious look in his eye. "Run," he whispered. "Make an effort to live before I kill you."
"I will not die in fear," I answered. "If you have to kill me then I am afraid you will be very disappointed that it was not much fun for you." I was surprised that my voice was strong. "I am not afraid to die."
I glared at him, waiting for his response. He looked at me, as curious as ever. Instead of going toward me, he went and drank the blood of the crumpled survivors.
The rest of the monsters were at the side of the room watching his every move. After he was done with the rest of the tourist, he turned to face me. "Come here my child," he said.
I shook my head.
Giving me a sigh, he started towards me. I didn't shy away. I just glared and put my head up high. He was going to come and finish me off. "What is your name?" he asked. The tone which he said it in made it sound more like and order.
"Crystal," I answered my voice still strong.
He touched his hand to my arm. The cold of it surprised me. I thought for sure he was going to grab me and bite. But instead he just looked thoughtful. He seemed excited after a few seconds of touching me. It made me wonder what he was doing.
"Crystal, you have a very strong mind. Would you like to join our little group?" he asked hopefully. He put his hand back to his side.
I stared at him. If this was an alternate to dying would it be worth it? I could always escape later I thought. I gave him a small nod.
Suddenly he was holding me.
He was going to kill me after all, I thought
Suddenly pain ripped through my neck. I looked up at him in fear. I saw him pull his head away and he laid me on to the stone ground. I felt the pain growing stronger and stronger as it traveled through my body, wrecking havoc. I heard screaming and realized it was my own. I stopped screaming to take a breath.
The old man was backing away to the others and he started talking to them. I couldn't hear him, for he was speaking too softly for me to hear. I willed my self not to scream, though the fire of pain was going further and further. I wanted to die, to get away from this horrific pain. I would do anything to escape the magnitude of it.
I felt cold hands lift me off of the floor, they felt strong and muscular. They were carrying to some where else. They put me down on to a small mat in a small barred room. I heard the door close and a key turn in the lock.
What was happening to me? How could there be so much pain? Why did I have to be stupid and say yes? Why couldn't I have tried to save my mother?
Millions of questions kept running through my head. They distracted me from the pain by a fraction. I also tried to think about some of my best memories. The pain was still too much
Sorry if this isn't a good chapter. It is my first Fan-Fic. Comments welcome.
