A/N: Alright, so, I felt Gianna-ish. Here it is.

"Gianna?"

I looked up from my paperwork to gaze upon the familiar sight of Felix. Though no one but Aro, inevitably, knew of it, I had developed an infatuation for the brawny vampire, and he too seemed fond of me. My heartbeat remained steady, however, as did my breathing – I didn't even blink several times consecutively as I used to. It had taken months of practice, but finally, I had achieved a perfectly business-like manner when faced with the beautiful faces of my 'employers.'

"Yes, Felix?"

"Aro, Caius, and Marcus would like to see you. I believe it's time for your fate to be determined..." His voice trailed off ominously, and as I stared upon his lovely, sharp face, I thought I saw a glimmer of anxiety – for me. Though this tease of emotion was not confirmed, it still only swelled my adoration for the strong, tall vampire. My heart did backflips and I could feel the distinctive fluttering of butterflies in my stomach, which had dropped to the soles of my feet. All I could do was nod, give my papers a last smoothing, and head in the direction of the chamber where my destiny resided.

Once before, Aro had told me I had potential for a pleasing power. He had called me efficient and versatile, at least enough to become at ease to an extent in the presence of blood thirsty immortals who craved my life source. He had his theories, which he had no doubt shared with the other two, but that praise had occurred three months ago. Now, I could not be sure of my fate: I could only hope.

The click of my heels on the rough stone floor was nearly the only noise in the hall. I had grown used to being nearly the only noise-maker. Those vampires were always silent. At times, it created a lonely atmosphere, though I would not dare to complain or vent my frustrations to anyone who dared to step foot in the Volturi's lair.

I nervously smoothed my skirt, fingering a strand of my dark, mocha brown hair. Before me was a heavy, tall wooden door: the door that lead to the thrones where the three kings lounged. I sucked in a deep breath, feeling as if I might faint. Though I could very well be told I had reached my worth and was of no more use for the Volturi, I held no regrets. It had been worth it, to serve under such beings. A truly phenomenal experience, to put it passively. The hint of a smile curled my lips. Yes, whatever happened, I would not cry. I had no regrets. I had no regrets. I would not show weakness.

Steadying my trembling hand, I grabbed the old black metal knob and pulled the heavy door open. It revealed a luxurious though still depressing room, carpeted in crimson and dark violet, with heavy maroon draperies pulled across the stone walls. Sitting complacently ahead of me were Aro, Marcus, and Caius in all their glory. I was in awe of them every time my green gaze caught them; they were magnificent, even when they may have been about to tell me I was to die.

Yet, I wanted to run away. It was a natural instinct, and it made the burning feeling of resentment for myself powerful. Instead of turning tail and making a run from the old, archaic vampires who I dearly respected, I stepped forward, close enough to see the texture of their papery skin but far enough so that I could not touch them, nor they me. Swishing down, I curtsied gracefully, sweeping my gaze down with me.

"Gianna, dearest! You've come!" Aro spewed in his melodic voice. A voice that had seen thousands of years, thousands of deaths.

"Yes, Aro. Felix told me that you would like to see me." I spoke to all three of them. Marcus was simply staring into space, appearing uninterested. I knew better than to think he was not listening, however, and I was submissively including him out of courteous, respectful fear. Caius was gazing at me intently, his snowy white hair creating an eerie veil around his washed-out face, before he spoke, his voice not nearly as kind as his brother's.

"Gianna, we have new for you, as I'm sure you know. Your fate has been decided." The words sent chills down my spine. I stood rigid, a bead of sweat forming on my dark brow. If they did not kill me for eternity, my nerves surely would. I couldn't help but suck in a deep breath and give a tentative nod.

Aro gave a glance toward both brothers, who in turn simultaneously nodded, before grabbing their hands. It would've been an odd sight for someone not in the know; three men, two raven-haired and one snow-white, clasping hands and closing their eyes. They looked asleep, though that would never be possible for them.

Slowly, Aro released their hands, gave a minute nod, and opened his milky eyes. He looked straight at me, piercing me. It was intimidating, sending my pulse quicker. My breath became quick and shallow and I struggled to calm myself. I did, though, stared right back at Aro, my brow creased slightly in my eagerness to know my destiny.

"Gianna, my brothers have given me their insight. Your loyalty to us is very strong, unbreakable. You have proven yourself efficient as receptionist. And so, our decision has been made." I was painfully aware of the flickers of black and gray shadow, or cloaks, rather from the corner of my eye. Both were tiny, short creatures who even from my peripheral vision I recognized as Jane and Alec.

"You seem to be dying from the tension, dearest one, so I will relieve you. Lovely Gianna, Caius, Marcus, and I have decided that you have proved your worth and much more. You will be changed immediately."

I felt as if a ton of bricks was lifted from my chest. I was suspended in Cloud Nine, and the rush of breath I had been holding proved that. I closed my eyes and put my hand to my chest as if to steady my erratic heartbeat. They wanted me. They wanted to keep me.

This time, it was Caius who spoke, his disturbing voice almost praising – almost, but not quite. "We feel you have shown an aptitude for versatility and adaptation. Perhaps a formidable gift may be gained from your change. Aro is anxious to see how you turn out, and so, Gianna, you will be changed tonight."

My green eyes widened, probably about to bug out of my skull. That was indeed surprising, unexpected, startling. Tonigh? I couldn't speak. But I needed to: my speechlessness could not by taken for ungratefulness. I would not allow it.

Regaining my bearings, I spoke, and to my distaste, my voice trembled. "Thank you for desiring to keep me. I will not let you down," I assured the three ancient vampires. I could only hope not to disappoint.

This was better than I had hoped. They thought I would be useful. Of course, I did not expect them to want me if I wasn't worth something, but still. I had though maybe they would keep me for some other obscure reason. Hell, I wasn't sure what I had been thinking. All I could think then was speechlessness. Relief. I felt as if I had just been told I had won the lottery. I would be apart of them; I would do as they did, feed as they did, be beautiful, by dangerous. All things I was, for lack of a better word, excited for.

Briefly, I remembered the handsome suicidal vampire.. Edward, wasn't it? A Cullen – one of the vegetarian vampires, those who denied their natures. He and the human girl had been giving me disgusted sidelong glances as they awaited their release from the chambers of the Volturi. Intuition, which was not at a loss for me, told me it was because I wanted to be one of them in hindsight. I vaguely recalled hearing that Edward Cullen was a mind reader. Of course he had shared my thoughts and desires with his human infatuation. Perhaps I was a bit hypocritical, but I felt they had been judging me. I didn't like it; I had been relieved when they were gone, though I had maintained the perfect business facade in their haughty presence.

Only second had passed, but I was brought back to reality when Aro's almost bubbly voice dismissed me. "Gianna, I you are released. Marcus, Caius, and I will be to your chamber at dusk to initiate your change, dearest. Until then, young one!"

I gave a polite curtsy and turned to leave. Jane had a venomous expression upon her face, but that was not anything new. Jane had never paid any attention to me in particular; I predicted she thought they were going to drink from me instead of changing me. Alec, however, was watching me carefully, a contemplative, sour look on his face. Alec was cordial and powerful; he appeared to feel passive resistance against me from what I gathered.

The moment I made my exit and was in the strangely comforting hall, a tear escaped me. Like before, a large breath whooshed out of me, deflating my chest. Dusk – it was only a few hours from now. I felt peculiarly tingly, elated from the knowledge I would be beautiful and deadly, just like them. I was getting my one dream; I was achieving my life goal. In three days, I would be a vampire.

A/N: It's kind of short, but, you know. I enjoyed writing it. I really love me some Gianna; I think she's an interesting character. If this story gets a good response, then I'll continue it. I would like five reviews, but I'll take what I get. Unless I get enough feedback, though, it's unlikely I'll continue this, just so you know. Also, I'm discontinuing Crescent. I've decided I wouldn't be able to do such a hunky story justice, and so, that's over. -sigh- Well, I'm sending love to anyone who reads this! xoxo