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Chapter 1- Why I Stay

I walked down the hallway, sashaying almost as my Prada heels click-clacked against the marble floor. I looked behind me. Yes, the group of people was still behind me. They were following me down the hall and into the room to their deaths... a death by Volturi. A group of 7 vicious, ruthless, bloodthirsty vampires stood just on the other side of that door ready to suck the life out of all these perfectly normal, average people.

I pushed the door open gently. The group followed me inside, and then they gaped at the majesty of it all. They always gaped before they realized what was going to happen to them. The whole idea of sucking anything out of anybody made my skin crawl. Why did I stay here?

I looked up at the gorgeous Italian vampire sitting to the right throne of Aro, who was their leader. His almost white blond hair glinted, even though there was barely any light. His pale skin highlighted that scowl he always wore. His perfect, amazingly sexy scowl. Cauis Volturi. Even his name sounded like a god of some sort to me. He made my heart beat faster. He rushed the blood in my veins through my body at double speed. The blood I knew he craved. At least, I hoped he craved it. He could have anything he wanted from me, and I was pretty sure he knew it. My blood, my heart, my kids, which could also be his kids for all I cared. I would give him anything he wanted. And maybe that was my problem. I was desperately waiting for him to ask me to come with him, just him and I in his bed chamber in this perfect, old Volterra building. Even more desperately, I wanted him to love me, and to show it. I'd watched a million cheesy romance movies. I wanted what those stupid blond bimbos of a girl had- a handsome, sexy boyfriend, a romantic evening, some heavy kissing on the side. And if it ever developed into something more, that would be alright with me, because I knew I loved him already. It was a question of if he loved me, and I was sure that he did or he would in due time.

I snapped back to reality. Aro and the others were walking toward me, and I had to be ready for whatever they said. I did serve them loyally, obeying their every command. "They look pretty….fresh." I said stupidly. "Indeed they do. Very good work indeed Gianna." Aro replied. Ahhhhh…Aro. He was always willing to praise me. But then again, he was also the one who could know the most about me if he chose to. And he did choose to. Aro had a special gift, which was to read a person's every thought just by a simple touch. Every so often he would take my hand and see whatever I was thinking about, or what I had ever thought. He usually made comments, and I privately talked to him about not sharing my secret passion for Cauis. I forced a smile, but couldn't think up anything to say.

"You should move now, because our little feeding frenzy is about to start." Demetri laughed.

I didn't have to be told a second time. I turned around and walked out of that room as fast as my heels would carry me. But it wasn't enough. I could still hear the screams.

After 40 minutes at my desk, the screaming had long ago ceased, but I could still hear the sound ringing in my ears. The idea of sucking blood really made me sick. And I know I've mentioned that before, but the severity of what they did, what I could end up doing, it made me practically starve myself so nothing could come up when they were in that feeding frenzy every few days. It's true, every day they sucked blood, I wouldn't eat until dinner. By dinner they had finished feeding and we all joined for a feast. Of course, it was a somewhat small feast. They didn't eat food that often. They kept it for me, and for those occasional times, for Bella Swan and Edward, that is if they ever showed up for dinner.

Blood brought me an extreme twang of pain. It started out slow, and then it burned up my entire body. It bothered me without really bothering me, even though it was agonizing hard burning. Oh wait, that was only Jane practicing. "Gianna, Earth to Gianna!" She snapped. I suddenly became interested in my shoes, pretending I didn't hear her. "Hey, would you mind focusing for one second?" Jane shouted. I decided to look up into her crimson eyes. "Did you feel that?" She asked with a smirk on the verge of her thin lips. "No." I lied, just to piss her off.

I was always lying about feeling Jane's….special….gift. Jane could bring pain to others, and she was Aro's pride and joy for it. Everyone would wince and double over gasping when she offered it up full force. There were only two people who could withstand it. Bella Swan (remarkable young lady really, withstanding every gift the Volturi had) and for fake, me. I'd stand in their throne room and wait until Jane turned on me. She would go through her regular process, bringing pain to everyone in the room- Aro, Marcus, Cauis (he'd try hard not to show it, but he was in pain.), Demetri, Alec, Felix, and then, me. Everyone else flinched, but I didn't bat an eyelash. Aro would tsk-tsk as he always did, and Jane would first pout at him, and then glare at me. Surprisingly, when Aro read my thoughts, it never came up that he knew I could feel the pain, but didn't show it. I suppose in his mind he thought, if I didn't show it, I couldn't feel it. Jane hated me, and I loathed her. If Aro ever gave the order to kill me, Jane would be the first to volunteer.

"I'd happily drain you." She stated. "Then do it." I replied. "You know I can't." She said in an angry monotone. "Your right, you can't. Aro wouldn't like that at all." I taunted. "Now run along." I said, flicking my wrist off in the direction of the throne room. "Aro summons you." She replied.

I stood, fixed my dress, and walked behind Jane, my heels click-clacking. Her….whatever shoes she was wearing made no sound. She guided the door open and it would have slammed in my face in I hadn't raised my hand. Jane always did this, and it was part of my routine to deflect it. Jane went and sat in front of Marcus, and I stood in front of Aro. "You summoned me?" I asked. "Just wanted to check in on you, I suppose." Aro replied. "Ha, more like to make sure Jane hadn't killed you." Alec added. "As if Jane could kill her." Cauis continued, scowling at us all. "Enough, Cauis." Marcus said sternly. "Wasn't there something you wanted from Gianna, Aro?" Demetri asked, steering the conversation back to where it was before. "I do believe there was." Felix continued. "Ahhhhh…yes, now I remember." Aro said, standing up and walking toward me. I offered my hand. "Are you reading my mind?" Aro asked playfully.

He took my hand and closed his eyes, as he always did. "Interesting…..oh my…..well, isn't that unique….." He would say every once in a while. His eyes snapped open. "Well, not bad. Not bad at all. I'm impressed, as usual." He said casually. "Master, may I have a word with Gianna?" Cauis asked. "But of course." Aro responded. "Make sure you kill her if she gets on your nerves." Jane added quickly.

Caius scowled at her and stood walking to the right of the room. I had never been this way before. I quickly fell into step behind him as he walked through a door and down a dim hallway. Is he taking me to his bedroom? I thought excitedly. He opened a door about halfway down this mysterious hallway, and walked in. I followed. There was a desk and some bookshelves and a chair. No, this wasn't his bedroom. It was his study. "Gianna, I sense that you are not….yourself today." He started. "What do you mean?" I asked coyly. "I mean….has Jane been torturing you, you know, more than usual?" He asked. "No. Not more than usual." I responded. "Fair enough. I'm worried about you a bit Gianna. If you ever do not feel content here, please, approach Aro."He replied. Approach ARO! Why didn't he say approach me? The blood rushed to my face, and I heard the faint sound of Cauis taking a deep breath. "You may go." He stated. I turned and left. I walked down the hall, back through the throne room, now empty, and back toward my desk, where I sat and opened the Italian version of People Magazine. It wasn't the conversation I had wanted with Cauis, but at least we had talked, alone….together.

Caius Volturi was the reason I stayed.