Okay. So here is the long awaited, Breathless. This first p.o.v is the girl that Alec falls for. Naomi. I have really jumped into this character and wrote 7 chapters before I even posted. THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY! a few people asked me if this was how my life was growing up. No! It isn't. Cause that would be just stupid. Here it it! By the way, those things on each side of "Breathless" are roses. As you may know from my other story's, if you see (*), that means I will make a reference to it at the end of the chapter.

Disclaimer: . . . .Cameron Bright is so hot. . . .wait that's not what I was supposed to say. . . .uh. . . .oh yea! Stephenie Meyer owns Alec, Jane, the Volturi, and a lot of other cool stuff we all wished we owned instead. But I do own Naomi, which I would say is definitely a small victory. Hooray for me! do do dodo da loo do da doodlebug loo loo. . . . . .

–;–{ Breathless }–;–

-Chapter 1-

-Red Eyes-

_–_–_Naomi p.o.v._–_–_(*)

"Naomi! The car is here!" Sabrina, my mom, called to me.

Lets get something straight. Sabrina doesn't like to be called any form of "Mom". She had me at fifteen, I'm fifteen now. So she's thirty. If she gets called "mom" or "Ms." anything like that, it makes her feel old, and all hell breaks loose. She's a professional fashion designer for god knows who or what. She has always wanted to go live in one of the big fashion places. France, Italy, Rome, Hell. . . . .Just kidding! But she has finally gotten her wish. Last week, her boss called her and offered a five year contract, and a mansion in Volterra, Italy. Woohoo.

I hate Sabrina's job. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love the clothes. Like, love clothes. But we never get to stay in one place very long. I have never had the best childhood, and I cant blame that on Sabrina's job completely. My poor excuse for a father, left my mom when she was 18. with nothing but, a minimum wage waitress job, dreams of becoming a fashion designer, and a very fussy three year old me.

I would love to go to Julliard. The preforming arts school, here in New York. My home. This is the longest I have ever lived in one place. Three years in New York City. Scouts had been after my mom for a few years, but after she finally put her foot down and told them that's not what she wanted to do with her life, they started watching me. And very closely. Since I was six. I took piano, and singing lessons. But I mostly taught myself, since Sabrina couldn't afford very much. Julliard still fallowed me, but would they follow me to Italy? I almost hope they did. A reason to go back home and see my friend. Elle.

Off topic moment.

Elle was my best friend in New York. She was probably my only real friend. The others were friends with me either because I was rich, or they were hoping to get free designer clothes out of it. But I would offer stuff to Elle and she would literally refuse to take it. She was a strange character. But she promised she would call and text – our parents didn't care about international charges, – and, of course Skype. Love Skype! She claimed I would quote "have to call her to talk about the ridiculously hot Italian boys." un-quote. She is insane. But that's why I love her.

But back on topic.

Sabrina didn't really care what I did. I got the top of my ear pierced when I was twelve. I got my bellybutton pierced at thirteen. All I have to do is ask and she will sign any paper I want her to without looking very far into what it is. Like detention slips from all the ditching. Yea, I tend to ditch school every now and then. It healthy. . . .and boring. So sue me. She doesn't care. And its not like it makes me stupid or anything. Sabrina gets me great tutors now.

She doesn't really care what I "do" either. If you understand. . . . She would come home from some convention with some showy clothes and – throw up – lingerie. For me. Seriously. La la la la la la la. Don't want to hear it. la la la la la la la don't want to see it. But she makes me take it anyway. I just dump it in a storage box and put it in the back of my closet. And between you and me, she usually tossed a box of condoms in. God. Does she really think I would be needing these? Jeez. She went as far as putting me on birth control, feeding some excuse it was to keep me regulated. Yea right. Sure. She is so full of it.

"I don't care what you do," Sabrina would say. "just don't go and get yourself pregnant."

"Whatever." I would reply and go dump more prostitute clothes in the box.

I didn't have boyfriends. We never stayed around one place long enough for me to get close to someone. I have had one boyfriend. And he cheated on me. So my record = not so good. I know what your thinking, and no, I'm not ugly. I get asked out a couple times a day, I just don't say yes.

Boarding the flight to Italy didn't take as long as I thought it would. Only about ten minutes. The long part was waiting for the damn thing to take off. Screw this, I'm going to sleep.

"Naomi. . . .Naomi. . . .Naomi! wake up!" I opened my eyes to find Sabrina's face extremely close to mine and her shaking my shoulders. "we are about to land."

"Mkay." I sat up and realized someone had thrown a fleece blanket over me while I was asleep. The seat belt sign lit up and I groaned as we started our slow decent.

Forty five minutes of decent and getting off the plane. Blah. Blah. Blah.

Luggage. Blah. Blah. Blah.

Car. Blah. Blah. Blah.

House. Blah. B– la la!

This place is huge! Like, freaking amazing. My bedroom was on the third floor of four. There. Was. An. Elevator. A freaking elevator!

What the ––

"Naomi! Come here! I have a surprise for you!" Sabrina called to me in a sing song voice. (A.N. You love how we haven't heard Sabrina not yelling yet? Ha ha. Total accident.)

I took the elevator downstairs, I don't care if you would call it lazy. You can shove it.

Sabrina handed me a box with a large blue bow. It wasn't wrapped or anything. I tore the big bow out of the way.

"Sabrina! Thank you!" it was a brand new Nikon cool pix camera. "Purple!"

"Wait! There's more!" she handed me a little black bag with red polka dots. It looked like a purse but it was really a camera case.

"Wow Sabrina. Thank you. I love it." I was really touched. "hey, uh, do you mind if I go window shop in town a little?"

"Why only window shop? Your in Italy! Buy stuff! If you get in any trouble, be sure to text me. I'm off today to get settled."

"okay. Thanks again Sabrina. Love you!" I slipped on my shoes and ran out the door into town.

Its December 3rd and snowing. I love snow. It means its too cold for rain. (A.N. In the words of Bella Swan, used in a different context.) Its the time you can wear fuzzy slippers and drink hot chocolate. Not to mention, would you rather be burned alive, or freeze to death? Personally, I would say freeze, cause after a while, you become numb. You feel the whole thing till you die with burning. . . .on to lighter topics!

Ignoring Sabrina, I only window shopped except for one little red ring. So cute – I stopped dead in my tracks outside of a small boutique. In the window was a small Volterra Italy charm bracelet. Beautiful. Colorful. Elegant. Extraordinary. 300$. (**)

"Oh, that's lovely, are you going to buy it?" a musical voice chimed behind me. I turned to see a beautiful woman with long dark hair and the strangest shade of purple eyes. She was wearing a skin tight red sweater with the shortest, sluttiest possible mini skirt in the world with heels that made her legs continue on for days.

"Uh I was actually going to talk to my mom first. Seeing as its three-hundred dollars." I looked back and pointed at the tag in the glass.

"Well, of course, that makes sense. Well, I'm Heidi, would you like to come take a free tour of the historical Volterra tower?" She pointed to a large castle, it looked pretty interesting.

"Sure." we walked back over to a large group and called for their attention and to follow her. We flowed loudly into the door of the tower. There was a small woman sitting at a reception desk.

"Hello Heidi." the woman said.

"Hello Gianna." Heidi replied.

"Buon pomeriggio. Have fun" she smirked. Something about that smirk. . .i didn't like it. It was time to hall ass and get the hell out of here. I always knew when something really bad was going to happen. Before I could turn around, someone bumped me forward completely through the door. Damn. A small woman tapped my shoulder and asked me a question in a strange unfamiliar language. She was clutching to her rosary for dear life.(A.N. Noticed yet?)

"Well this is unusual." a man's voice shouted.

"So medieval" a nasally woman replied. (A.N. How about now?)

A group of four including a man in a cloak, a boy in a black robe, a girl with terrified eyes, and a dainty girl with a short pixie hair. The boy and small girl were rushing the other girl – now about to scream but I don't think she realized she was – down the hall. That made the horrid feeling in my stomach worse. The group stood against the wall, trying to make room for us to come by. (A.N. How about now? you have to have figured it out by now!)

I heard voices behind me.

"Welcome home, Heidi." a man said.

"Demetri." Heidi replied.

"Nice fishing." Demetri praised.

"Thanks. Aren't you coming?" She asked.

"In a minute. Save a few for me."

I don't understand. What is he saying "save" for. Is he gonna eat us or something. ha.

We walked into a large turret room with three men sitting on thrones. One man, long straight black hair, middle aged but wise ancient eyes. Red eyes. Must be a gag thing. Another had short platinum blonde hair, but not old, he had appraising eyes. Red eyes. The last had long wavy dark brown hair. The most utterly bored eyes I have seen in my life. Red eyes.

The man with long black hair stood from his center throne.

"Welcome, guests. Welcome to Volterra."

Then he lunged.

so, whatcha think? Please comment! I would so love you forever. Any type of fave, alert, or comment and I will do my very best to reply with a very heartfelt thank you. Because you guys motivate me. Everyday, going to my web traffic page and seeing how many people read Immortal Sun – my other fan fiction – is amazing. Seeing all the different countries people come from, its the best feeling in the world.

For those of you, the "slower" readers, f you hadn't figured it out – I know some of you are out there, my sister didn't notice – the story takes place in New Moon. I know I know, the dates probably threw you off. I want the dates this way to correspond with. . .everything. I'm not giving away future chapter details so easily Mr.! Cheeky little vampire/wolf. Shameful.

(*) I modeled Naomi after one of my friends. I will post a picture at a later time.

(**) I have drawn a picture of what I want this to look like, will also post at later time.