For some reason whenever I get an idea in my head, and I want to type it out it never turns out the exact way I first imagined it. *sigh* I've decided I'm going to start rewriting part of KAB, though I have no idea why I'm saying this on a different story. Okay, back to business. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Opening Old Scars

My relationship with the Volturi was…odd to say the least. Unlike other agents in the Volturi I was sent out on missions solely focused on humans and vampires. Most likely because if it wasn't I wouldn't accept it. That was another thing. I had a choice between whether or not I wanted to accept the mission or not which was allowed for me only.

I mentally snorted. It was only because I had a unique mental shield that no other vampire in the world possessed, and Aro was interested in it. The only other vampire that had a similar gift was another member of the Volturi Guard named Renata who had a physical shield. It was a bonus that, because of my mental shield, they couldn't use Alec or Jane to torture me if I misbehaved. It was also pretty funny how pissed off they were when they heard that there was someone who was immune to their powers.

I walked down the tunnel in Volterra that led to the Volturi's castle in a sour mood. It always freaked me out in Volterra even though I would never admit it. The darkness and old European décor in the castle was just the icing on the cake.

When I got to the throne room, I bowed respectfully to the three leaders. I ignored the other vampires in the room, even though I felt their glares burning through the back of my head if that was even possible. They never really liked me. Not that they had said that outright.

Moody bunch of motherfuckers.

"We have a new mission for you," Aro said smoothly. I waited as he held up a folder. "If you choose to accept it after I tell you the basics, this folder has the information you need." I didn't respond, so he continued talking.

"It has been brought to our attention that a vampire of the Olympic Peninsula coven has recently acquired a human girlfriend, and that she is aware that they are vampires."

The steel-cold expression remained on my face but inside, emotions were coursing through me. I barely heard what Aro said next because for the first time in the long lifetime as a vampire my ears were ringing, and I felt close to passing out from the shock.

"Do you accept?" he said, as blandly as ever.

Before I even knew what I was doing my mouth opened and the word "Yes" came out before I could stop it. If I could have, I would have smacked my hand to my mouth as soon as I realized what I said.

What the hell had possessed me to say that?

As it was, I managed to keep anything from showing on my face, and I was damn proud of that considering the circumstances.

When I had accepted Aro's face had remained impassive as ever as if I hadn't said anything at all.

Seriously does nothing shake the man?

The thought was pushed into the back of my mind when he held the folder towards me. I reluctantly went forward to get the papers.

When I accepted, it was as if I was signing my own personal death sentence. As we went through the rest of the usual formalities as protocol dictated I was finally, finally, able to leave. I gladly went out as fast as I could possibly leave politely.

Once I got inside my car I quickly revved the car until I was pushing 200 mph. I arrived at my flat in Italy in record time.

Hours later when all my pent up emotions were released by way of flying objects and lot's of damage to the furniture, I finally calmed down enough to stop screaming. I was glad of the fact that the neighborhood I lived in was fairly isolated, so the neighbors wouldn't have heard me screaming bloody murder, and phone the cops or something because of a psycho on a crazy rampage.

I noticed the folder I had brought home, and eyed it as if it was a disaster just waiting to happen.

I was probably right.

I started banging my head on the desk, mentally berating myself for accepting the mission until I heard a loud crack as the desk split in half.

Oops.

Okay, this was getting seriously ridiculous.

Man up, Bella.

I drew in a deep breath of air to help calm my nerves.

Aw, fuck it all.

I grabbed the folder and opened it so I was staring at a picture of a pair of golden eyes. So they were vegetarian vamps.

Well, duh, if they weren't they would have drained the human dry by now.

I winced a bit at my dark sense of humor. Eventually as I read through the file, my agent instincts took over as I assessed each of them.

From what I had read, the vampire coven that was living in Forks was an extremely talented because they had a fortune teller, mind reader, and an empath. They were also living like a 'family' of sorts and had regular interaction with humans, and one of them was even a doctor. I was definitely impressed.

Vegetarian vampires were rare enough, but if one of them was a doctor they had to have an extreme control over their blood lust. To be able to actually be near humans without giving in to the thirst by itself required a considerable deal of control in itself. Even more shocking was how big their coven was. Most vampires had a solitary nature. The only one to rival it was one I had heard of in Denali who also stuck to a vegetarian diet.

As I read on I learned that five of the vampires were attending high school. As I flipped through their profiles I noted significant details that would be important later.

My breath caught when I realized that the Volturi had also included a profile of the human whose name was Annabelle Swanson. She looked a whole lot like I had before I had been changed. My mind swirled and memories surfaced no matter how much I tried to fight them back.

Flashback:

I was sitting in the back of a classroom when he came in. The bell rang almost as if on cue when he walked in confidently, as if he didn't have a care in the world.

The teacher was, to put it clearly, pissed.

"Do you care to explain the cause of your tardiness, Mr. Miller?"

"No," the student answered cheekily.

The teacher was taken aback by the straightforward answer, and it took a moment for him to formulate a reply.

"Yes, erm, well, you will be serving detention on Friday for your lateness," the teacher answered lamely.

"Yes, sir," he answered with a salute before the teacher could get his bearings in place and figure out that he was mocking him.

As he turned to go to his seat, I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my mouth. He was beautiful to put it simply, but even that seemed inadequate to describe his beauty. He had brown hair that appeared almost auburn in the right light, and golden eyes that usually had a playful light in them, but could turn serious at the drop of a hat. His skin was chalky pale, and his eyes had purple shadows under them as if he was suffering from a night without sleep.

My gasp had been so silent I had barely heard it, but the boy had turned towards me as if he had, and winked at me.

The blood rushed to my face, and at that moment I knew that he wasn't human.

As soon as the flashback ended I shot up out of the chair, wrenched the window open, and jumped out. As soon as I hit the ground, I started running into the nearby forest.

The memory was fresh, as if it had only taken place yesterday, instead of years ago and the wave of pain it brought me was almost unbearable.

Running always helped make me forget everything, and calm me down and in this case there was no difference.

My feet were silent as I practically flew through the forest, covering miles of the dense growth of greenery.

Eventually, I had to stop as the burning in my throat became unbearable. An almost musky smell wafted through the air that I recognized to be mountain lion. I made a 180˚ turn and let my instincts take over, and at that moment I reveled in the thrill of the chase.

I was the predator, and they were the prey. I felt the sheer power I had, as my body flexed and coiled, ready to spring.

The mountain lion was in sights and I was on it, before it even realized what happened. It tried to fight and lashed out at me, but I dodged it neatly, not wanting to ruin my clothes, and landed on its back. I sank my teeth into its neck, and it cut through like butter before the warm blood flooded into my mouth.

Once the lion was drained, I let it fall and got up. I found a few deer a few miles away before my thirst was finally sated.

I made it all the way home and into a bed I didn't really need before reality finally set in. As long as I was running or hunting I could pretend like nothing had happened, but now I had to confront it head on.

I curled up on the bed in the fetal position. The blankets that were wrapped around me didn't provide any warmth, even though I already knew they couldn't.

Not for the first time, I hated what I was. The ice cold skin and the unnatural beauty I had were just a haunting reminder of what I had lost.

Try as I might, I couldn't any blame on him for what had happened. I knew what I was getting into as soon as I fell in love with a vampire.

I felt another ache in my chest as soon as I thought of that. I had refused to admit it in the beginning, and even now I was trying to forget but deep down inside I knew that I had fallen in love with him.

It was ridiculous that my heart ached, because my heart had stopped beating when I had completed the transformation to become a vampire. But… it did.

A dry sob racked my body, but no tears fell. And they never would.

Wow, I quite liked the end of that. I listen to music while writing, so I needed some sad music for this one near the end. Please review! To make it absolutely clear, the vampire Bella fell in love with in the flashback is NOT Edward. It's a different vampire.