Disclaimer: I own nothing; all canon characters are Ms. Stephenie Meyer's creations. Miss. Hanna Holtz and her family occupy a large portion of my imagination.

Forget-Me-Not

Chapter 01: Soy Cappuccino

She unlocked the windows from their restraining bolts and flew them open towards the morning sun. She briefly covered her eyes with a free hand from the blinding sun. The crisp aroma of roasted coffee beans and cinnamon muffins wafted out to the streets of Volterra.

"Buongiorno bella donna!" an elderly passerby commented, tipping his hat.

"Buongiorno!" the young woman waved.

"Buongiorno! My arse," a rough voice cut through the pleasantries.

"Ley! Behave!" she scolded the young man with a loose smile.

"Yes sorellona," he straightened his posture and gave a mock solute with a wink. "That better Hanna?"

"A little," Hanna shrugged. "How are you this morning?"

Ley rubbed his eyes. "Sleepy. You?"

"Fully washed and dressed, unlike a sleepy younger brother," Hanna teased.

Ley scrutinized his sister for the briefest of moments with narrowed eyes. She donned a cream blouse with a long mossy green skirt finished with brown boots. A loose braid curved her delicate, pale face.

"I swear that you have no dad in you whatsoever. You're too... round..." he trailed off, uncertain. "You don't have his sharpness."

"Are you calling me chubby?" a sole eyebrow rose.

"Not like that, you look... too nice."

Hanna lightly shook her head. "Thanks? Is that meant to be a compliment?"

"Sure why not?" he yawned. "I'm taking a nap in the back. Wake me up when the rush starts."

"Why would you volunteer for morning shifts when you can't keep awake?" Hanna murmured, shaking her head.


"Hot Earl Grey with a strip of mint, hot Americano with a lemon wedge, orange scones, and caramel madeleines served," Hanna repeated the order for the correct emphasis as she placed the breakfast for its respectable consumers. Majority of the customers preferred hot drinks as a result of the sunless, rainy weather. "Please enjoy."

"Si grazie."

Hanna inclined her head to show that she heard.

Heidi kept her gaze on Hanna who walked towards the pastry display. "Ah..." she clucked her tongue. "Is she?"

"The one and only," Felix blew a low whistle, inaudible for human hearing. "The infamous human girl that unknowingly seduced Demetri."

Heidi gave a silky chuckle. "She does have an aura, doesn't she? A kind smile, a musical laugh, a subtle swing of her hips, the delicate couture of her cheekbones, her sharp nose, her hazel eyes. Everything about her naturally draws him in."

"Leave it to the Casanova to fall in love at first sight." Felix snorted.

Hanna remained oblivious about the chat between the two Volturi guards. Like any other day, she swept the floor with a broom that should belong in an antique shop, took orders, served tables, and stocked the front display, all of this while humming and smiling.

It was April 19th. The exact date when eons back, Father Marcus drove all vampires from Volterra fifteen hundred years ago. While Hanna lacked the precise historical details, Saint Marcus Day was a celebration that she never failed to enjoy. Since it was a local event, the café wrapped up half a day early compared to its usual closing time. Hanna only had to remove and package the displayed pastries since her sweet Ley volunteered to do the remaining chores before leaving for his studio art class.


When Hanna stepped out, no traces of the morning storm were visible in the bumbling streets. Tourists and residents alike donned the customary red cloaks while children sported the additional fake teeth to imitate the vanquished vampires. Hanna herself also wore a red cloak and pulled the hood to block the now blazing sun. Her skin tended to burn rather easily. Hanna decided to follow the crowd and started off towards the principal plaza with the clock tower. When she accidentally met eyes with a stranger, Hanna tried her best to smile welcomingly while protecting herself from the sheer force of the overanxious crowd. The clock tower indicated that it was minutes before noon and Hanna, exhausted from her fight against the flow of pushy festival goers, temporarily vacated herself to the shadowy mouth of the alley to catch her breath. She observed a bronze haired young man nearby staring off towards the tower with an expression akin to a mixture of guilt, regret, and most of all, absolute despair. However, in a matter of moments, his face smoothed over to an expression of peace and an involuntary shiver snaked up Hanna's spine.

Dear God, he's suicidal.

Even as her mind assured that the young man held no possible weapons, Hanna instinctually reached out for him as he began moving towards sunlit plaza when she heard a frantic feminine voice wailing.

"No! Edward, look at me!"

Hanna could only stare as a Brunette woman slammed her entire momentum into his bare chest of and immediately pushed him back into the shadows.

His skin… glittered… Hanna's eyes grew wide as she reached a frightening realization.

Compared to his previous facial displays of utmost agony and resolved serenity, his newfound expression now held amusement, wonder, and most of all, absolute love. The interaction between the two individuals appeared so intimate and Hanna distanced herself to allow them some privacy.


Hanna was stepping back into the plaza when a man stood in front of her.

Deep burgundy eyes clashed with her light hazel eyes. "Miss, I'm afraid that you'll have to accompany us for a few moments."


Thank you for reading. :]

-vintageapplemint