Disclaimer: this counts for all the work in this story. All concepts, and characters recognized from the twilight series, belong to Stephenie Meyer. Not me, so don't sue. Any other characters, and concepts are from the depths of my imagination…don't steal. Enjoy!

AN: this is a story I've been keeping in my folder of twilight stories I will someday publish, and yeah. So tell me what you think so I know if you want me to continue with it. Um…no Beta for this story so far.

My name is Isabella Volturi. I am the princess of the Volturi. In Volterra, I am seen as their princess, a celebrity unique to the Italian city.

I have midnight black hair that reaches my waist. My eyes are a golden color, reflecting my diet of animal blood. Yes, I am a vampire.

I am the oldest vampire left in existence, and I am the shadow princess of the Volturi. Aro Marcus and Caius act as the political figures, whilst I tell them what to do behind the scenes.

I have many powers, somewhere around a total of 20. When I was first turned the world was a younger, more innocent place. Vampires had a vast array of skills, more developed then current vampires. I have watched the vampires slowly lose their extra abilities, to a point where only a select few have a power.

I am bored of life, but as a reminder to the few vampires outside of the Volturi that know of my existence, I act as a reminder of what our kind once was, for that I live on, that and no one would actually kill me if I asked…even though I had…countless times.

"Princess, Aro has requested to speak to you." Young Jane spoke from the door of my chambers.

"Alright Jane. I am on my way." I told her, sliding off my black and red canopy bed.

I slipped on a black sleeveless dress that reached the floor, along with some cute black stilettos. I grabbed my unique shiny silver cloak, the only one in the Volturi that didn't reach the floor; it ended at my knees, on my way out. I stepped out of my door, and immediately into the throne room.

That was one of my powers. By simply going through a door, I could appear on the other side of any door in the world.

"You wanted to speak to me Aro?" I asked, curtsying slightly.

"Yes Princess. We request your presence at a ball in a week's time." Aro requested, standing, and bowing to me.

"Why am I needed Aro? What is this about?" I asked, ghosting over to where he sat.

"We were hoping you could act as a political figure. There will be many guests and old friends. Also, you haven't socialized with another of our kind outside of the Volturi in so long." Aro practically begged.

"As you wish Aro." I agreed, turning to leave.

"Oh! Princess? Also, a coven will be staying here until the ball; their leader is an old friend of mine. I was wondering if you would watch over them." Aro asked shyly, he was obviously afraid of asking too much.

"How many in the coven?" I asked, bored already.

"Seven. Three couples and one of the members is alone. All I ask is that you make sure they are settled." Aro begged again.

"If that is what you want Aro. When do you expect them?" I asked.

"They will arrive sometime today actually. We will be sending some of the guard to pick them up from the airport soon." Aro stated, smiling broadly.

"I will go, with my guard and pick them up. We are leaving now." I sighed, turning out of the room. I appeared in the Guard hall.

The guard hall was filled with doors, that all looked the same, all leading into one of the many guards' rooms. The hall had at least twenty doors on each side, and two other levels with the same.

My guards all resigned on the first floor near at the end of the hall. I flashed over, and knocked lightly on my favourite guards' room. Elena threw the door open.

Elena was taller than me, 6" she had shoulder length curly blond hair, and a beautiful face. She, as all my guards, had golden eyes. She was slim and frail looking. Elena was telekinetic. She had a bright personality, and her bubbly voice matched it. She was only 72, and turned at 19.

"Princess! Where are we going?" Elena asked.

My guards were always dismissed when I was within the castle.

"Well, we have visitors coming, and I am going to pick them up at the airport. Would you like to come along? Of course bring Damien." I asked. Damien was her mate.

"Of course we'll come Milady." Elena curtsied and ducked back into her room. A moment later Elena and Damien were outside of their room.

Damien was a tall 6'4 and had black hair that hung in his eyes. He was slim and not too muscular looking, but an amazing fighter. Damien was always calm and had a deep voice. He was young, about 60 years old. He was turned at the ago of 20.

"You should bring a few others Princess." Damien stated.

"Jane, Alec Demetri and Felix are all coming. We will be fine." I brushed off his caution.

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