Disclaimer: I do not own Bella or Edward or any of the other characters out of the Twilight series. I do own the unrecognizable characters though. :D


The Volturi feeding room

Edward P.O.V

I scanned the room full of vampires sightlessly, not really taking in the faces. What was the point? There was nothing in this room that could possibly interest me. I heard someone say my name, both with their mind and voice, and whipped my head around to look at the person. It was Aro who had spoken and his ancient face was looking at me with kindness and . . . was it pity? Yes, definitely pity.

"How are you these days Edward?" There was a slight emphasis on the words these days.

"I'm fine." The words were bland and my tongue felt numb forming them. Then again, my whole body felt numb these days.

"Have you found a new mate since-?" I interrupted before he could finish the sentence with that name. "No!" I practically shouted.

Just then a vampire ran in, one of the guard. Her face was frightened and slightly awed by something she had witnessed. Immediately everyone was on guard and Aro's attention had shifted to her. I was glad of the distraction. Aro's questions had caused my mind to wander dangerously close to forbidden territory. Jasper picked up on some emotion and Alice's mind had gotten strangely excited. Then they both informed me through their thoughts, almost simultaneously, that I should listen to what the girl was saying. And don't read the girls mind. Alice added at the end. I was just turning my concentration back to the girl when I caught another thought from Alice. I can't wait to see his face when he sees who walks through those doors.
Who was walking through those doors? I turned my attention back to the girl but I was still pondering what Alice had said, well, thought.

"Calli? Whatever is wrong, my dear?" She was so panicked that she didn't even bother to touch the hand that Aro extended toward her.

"Someone just killed Felix." She gasped out.

Every single vampire in the room tensed and alert expressions settled on their faces. I pulled a picture of Felix from my mind – he had been large for a vampire, almost the same size as Emmett and not the most patient person – but he was one of the guard and therefore reasonably hard to kill. Whoever had killed him had to be a vampire or, in the very least, a werewolf.

"Tell me about the guy?" Caius ordered.

"Not a guy, a girl." Marcus's eyes widened an infinite fraction – his version of complete astonishment.

"A girl?" Aro echoed. (AN: Sexist pigs. =P)

She nodded her head vigorously. "She was only 5'4 too. And Felix just died! She barely did a damn thing. And she wasn't a vampire; her heart was beating quite strongly."

"So she was a werewolf?" Caius questioned.

She shook her head, just as vigorously as when she had nodded. "She doesn't smell like werewolf." She paused for a minute. "She smelt quite nice actually, quite . . . floral." She concluded.

I drowned out the wave of pain. I used to know someone who had smelt floral, rather like freesias.

"Calli, Calli," Aro soothed, "tell us what happened from the start." She had calmed down a bit but every now and again her eyes would flicker to the door waiting for the unknown girl to come bursting through.

"I was in the foyer talking to Felix and this girl came charging through the door. She demanded that I take her to you and I told her I couldn't do that and she said you can and you will. She moved past me to go down the hall, Felix stepped in front of her to stop her and she snapped his neck and threw him to the side. I stood there for a few minutes, watching Felix and waiting for him to get up," She repressed a shudder, "He never did." I blinked. That was weirdly fast, even for a vampire.

Everyone in the room was silent, probably wondering how a human could kill a vampire. I was wondering it myself. In fact, the idea of a human killing a vampire was ridiculous.

Every eye in the room suddenly turned towards the door. Even with my dulled senses I could hear the footsteps of the approaching person.

The double doors swung open and the mystery girl entered followed closely by two well-built guys. She stopped in the center of the room, the two guys over a couple of meters behind her. I took in the 4 inch black leather stiletto boots, which were pulled over a pair of black denim jeans that encased the girls legs. A red silk scarf was threaded through the jean loops like a belt. The red leather sleeveless top fitted the girl like a second skin, it showed a few inches of waist and the neckline plunged down just deep enough to be acceptable. A necklace decorated with carnelians, garnets, rubies and sunstones hung from a graceful neck. Long, chocolate brown hair that was laced with faint streaks of red flowed down to the small of her back. She was wearing sunglasses that I knew hid chocolate brown eyes and her skin was creamy and white. The smell of her made venom flow freely into my mouth.

Her face was entirely human yet totally angelic. It was a face that I couldn't forget, that I didn't want to forget, even though just thinking about the person that the face belonged to caused bursts of agony and regret to run through my brain.

I had no idea what the future would bring, even with Alice in my life, but I did know one thing:

Isabella Swan was back in my life.

Authors note: Phew. First chapter edited. So much about my writing has changed since the I first started writing this, about a year ago.