A/N: Okay, so I decided to write some more, seeing as only 1000 words of twilight got more hits then my warrior fan fiction (Gee, I wonder why? -sarcasm-) And I got 4 alerts, 3 faves, and 1 review, and I'm thrilled! I don't normally write, I usually illustrate, so I'm out of my box. Lets see how comfortable this gets! By the way, just noted something funny. I was writing Volturi, when I meant Volturi. My bad much? Sorry for the confusion. It will be correct from now on.

I had never actually gotten on the plane to Antarctica. I was going straight to the Volturi. I felt devious for pretending I was still going to Antarctica, maybe I pretended, I got on the wrong plane without knowing. It seemed to me that a demon in my head kept making me lie, to pretend to do something okay with everybody. I felt that the only reasonable and responsible way to deal with Bella's death was to die. Another wave for deep sadness smacked me in the face as I remembered her soft, warm lips that were always tender.

And then I was hit by something else.

I was thirsty. I also realized it wouldn't matter if I drank human blood now. I was going to die anyway. My freakish mind kept wandering then a few more things popped up.

Is Bella watching me right now? Does she see how much of a train wreck I am, how much I love her?

I missed her lips, her curves, her beautiful eyes, but most of all, I missed her heart. Her pumping human heart. Because of me, it wasn't beating at all any more.

Monster!

My eyes could see nothing but black, and then I heard the voice I wanted to hear most. Even if it wasn't what I wanted it to say.

Edward Cullen! You should not die for me! I may hate you now, but I don't need you dead. It's horribly scary here, even in heaven. I think I'm not it heaven! Thanks for the depression by the way!

That was all it took. My imaginary Bella made my already fragile mind go berserk. I forget trying too keep Alice and my family away. I'm going to the Volturi and NOTHING will ever stop me! I want to DIE!

I must have started screaming involuntarily because the flight attendant was back. Everywhere around me confused thoughts hounded me.

"Calm down, Hun! Please! Were about to land and it's only a matter of time before you can find somewhere nice and quiet to scream." I gave her a scathing look. I wanted to kill her, too. That was so unlike me, but I was in pure blind rage that tore and the gaping hole in my chest. I hushed myself though, and didn't bother stopping my whole frame from shaking. Now my brain was not working at all. I was completely numb and hardly noticed people getting up and leaving. Finally my muscles ticked into action as I ran full speed out of the plane. I went straight to the Volturi without hesitation. As I entered the main doors, I found myself in a un-nerving environment. I suddenly had doubts on asking the Volturi to kill me. Would they really do it?

Possibly.

I looked around the big room to find leather couches, crystal vases with bright arrangements, and tables. In the center of the room there was a desk with a tall, dark woman standing behind it. She had green eyes.

"Hello there, can I help you?" She asked politely. I quickly glanced at her desk to see if she Had a name plate. I found one that read Gianna. Then I over heard her thoughts.

Who the frick-frack is this yahoo?

"Yes, I am Edward Cullen, and I'd like to see Aro, Marcus, and Caius, please." I replied in as bold of a voice as I could muster. It was pretty weak. I almost thought I saw her giggle as she turned for a big set of double doors and said "Wait here, please."

I stood there rigid for a minute or two until she returned and told me I came at a perfect time for such a busy day. She gave me quick directions to where they were and I was there in seconds.