La Tua Cantante

Alec wouldn't hesitate to kill, Right? Especially his own Cantante? What if Alec's one true blood lust was protected by Aro?

"Ella, Be careful"

People have got to learn not to say that phrase.

Honestly in horror movies that's the last thing everyone hears before there head is chopped off, or they're dragged off by a man-eating zombies. Honestly it's so much better to say, "Go get kidnapped" or maybe "Feel free to be abducted and never come back"

My friends tell me I have a twisted mind, but whatever.

"I'll try" I said flinching as my aunt gave me a choking hug.

What is it with these Italians and their hugs. I swear I've gotten more hugs today, then I've had in my whole fifteen years of existence. I mean I've never even talked to these people since last week when my social worker found out I still had living relatives on my fathers side.

Seriously after my grandmother passed away I lived in a foster home for almost two months and never got a single call from these people. Aunt Elena's first ever phone call was filled with teary apologies and loud sobs, but my end was completely dry. She told me she never even knew her brother (my dad) passed away.

It might have took two months to find these people, but only two weeks to make plans to send me out to the city of Volterra, Italy.

I was swamped by four cousins and an uncle as soon as I got off the plane. My aunt was only 27 which wasn't a surprise considering I was born when my parents were both freshmen at the University of Penn.

You could say I was an oopsy baby. My parents loved each other though. Even my five year old self saw that.

Anyway back to my cousins. They were crazy, all boys, and all under the age of seven. My uncle Angelo was a quiet man, thin as a stringbean with short brown hair. The total opposite of my bold, talkative, gorgeous Aunt. We shared the same black curly hair, only my aunt managed to keep hers glossy and in place, while my hair was a long mane of wild messy curls.

I didn't really want to explore the town too much, but my aunts house was tiny and crowded and I wanted some alone time, even if that time caused my head to be chopped off by a zombie.

Volterra was full of high steps and long cemented slopes that were definitely not made for elderly people. I couldn't help an image of an old frail lady flying down the road in a wheel chair her hair blown back and glasses askew from entering my mind. I'm so weird.

"hai visto un ragazzino? Ha circa cinque anni con i capelli biondi e occhi azzurri!" An old man with a beard and a black mustache came up to me and began wildly waving his arms and speaking in an alien language.

Like the scared little wuss I was, I slowly backed away and ran down the street, tail between my legs. The people I passed looked at me like I was the crazy person.

They're probably right.

I was looking behind me and didn't even notice when I slammed right into someone.

I of course fell right on my butt.

"Oh my apologies" A silky sounding voice said. I looked up to see the most beautiful women I've ever seen. I mean I'm serious if I had a dick-

"Are you okay?" She asked offering a hand. I was wary to take it, I mean she was wearing like 6 inch stilettos.

I didn't want to be rude, so I took it and I have to give the girl credit she didn't even wobble as she pulled me up.

Her gloved hand was cold despite the warm autumn weather and she dropped my hand quickly.

"I'm Heidi" Her red lips gave me a smile.

"Lorella, but everyone calls me Ella" I said returning her smile.

"Well Ella are you here with your family?" She asked looking around.

"Oh no its just me" I said holding out my hands to gesture at myself.

"And you're from America correct?"

I nodded my head. "You speak good English"

"I'm from America, but I work in the Volterra underground castle" She gave me an odd smile.

"Underground castle?" I arched an eyebrow doubtfully.

"Of course I'm leading a tour. Would you like to come?" She pointed to a group of obvious looking tourists with big cameras, flowery shirts, and white tennis shoes (seriously why do tourists always have white tennis shoes)

"I don't know I really should be getting back….and I didn't bring any money"

"Oh no, don't worry the tour is free and you'll be back in no time" She gave me such an open and kind smile, I had to agree. I now know why she was the one chosen to round up people for tours. You could just not say no to this lady.

She clapped her hands together and smiled gleefully. "Let's go"

She pulled me along until both of us were at the head of the group. "These are the lucky winners of the mystery location sweepstakes from Great Britain"

"Mystery?" I asked. Who wants to enter a mystery sweepstakes, they could end up in a tent in Antarctica, or at a labor farm in Wisconsin.

"Everyone loves a good surprise" Heidi told me as she led us down a quiet road. I had to disagree with her on that one.

"We have to go in a back entrance because the castle is hosting a ball tonight and we don't want to get in the way"

The tourists chatted excitedly as we walked down a huge spiraling staircase. I wonder if the trip was open to anyone over 60.

She continued to lead us down the staircase and through a pair of double doors until we got to a lobby of sorts with a long overly shiny wooden counter that was manned by a woman that might have been pretty, if Heidi wasn't in the room.

"Good afternoon everyone" She said smiling warmly at the load of people. There was an odd look in her eyes however that didn't match her expression.

She continued to lead us down a few more ornate looking hallways making insignificant remarks about the architecture as we went. I noticed a man pass us he was huge and bulky with intense looking dark eyes. He was most definitely not bad looking however, but he had no effect on Heidi who just smirked slightly at him when he winked.

We went through a plain looking wooden door that looked out of place surrounded by all of this beauty.

I followed Heidi through the door which led to a chilly stone antechamber. I didn't mind the temperature though, I always liked the cold.

The room opened into a much larger, super old looking, round room. The ceiling was high and the only light was from the small rectangular looking windows at the very top of the walls.

I couldn't take in much more though because soon the room was filled with a horrifying sight.

Everything moved in a blur I saw blood and I heard shrieks. I couldn't grasp what was going on until I saw a man moving towards me.

He wasn't really a man actually, more like my age.

He had swooping dark hair and intense eyes that would have classified him as emo at my school. He could pull of the look though it made him look dangerous and hot.

I was so mesmerized for a second I didn't even notice when he moved from the opposite corner of the room to me in an instant. Way faster than humanly possible.

I knew that these people weren't human though I saw the look in his eyes and I knew that I wasn't in Disney world.

He appeared in front of me in an instant. He breathed deeply as he lowered his head by my neck. "il mio cantante prezioso"

I didn't know what he was about to do, but he was interrupted because someone else slammed into us.

It was the big guy from earlier and he was rolling on the floor with a slightly smaller dude. There were inhuman snarls and I stared in shock from my new spot on the floor. Emo-dude was snarling at another person-thing now.

Someone roughly grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I was spun around until I stood face to face with the oddest looking person ever.

He wasn't old, but the way the man carried himself and stood with perfect posture told me there was something not quite right with him. His skin was papery and white and his eyes were a bright ruby color.

The look on the man wasn't usual either. I was expecting maliciousness or cruelty, but instead I was faced with amazement and awe.

"How extraordinary" A gleeful expression appeared on his face and he appeared to be about to continue speaking, but he was interrupted by a long deep growl.

Of course it was emo-dude glaring furiously at the man I was now with. These people honestly needed some family therapy.

"Marcus" The man called and yet another man appeared at our side, just as odd looking.

"Alec's Cantante" He said as if that explained everything.

"La Tua Cantante?" The man with me said, looking at emo-dude. Shock yet again etched across his face.

"My apologies Alec, but this girl is not to be harmed" He continued.

Alec froze and his ferocious sneer changed to a look of pleading. Can you say bipolar much?

"Surely you can't be serious? What if it was your singer Aro?" He said gazing at me with want.

"She's got greater potential then to satisfy your needs Alec" Aro said and I could tell his word was final.

"What potential?" Alec growled not taking his eyes from me.

"She's got powers like Bella Swan"

I didn't even notice that all of the screams were now silenced and I was now surrounded by a whole group of strange, but beautiful looking people.

I couldn't study them because my gaze began getting foggy around the edges and I blacked out.

Hope you enjoyed. Sorry if it's a little fast paced, but I don't like the never ending beginnings. Review!

Translation

il mio cantante prezioso- my precious singer