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~temporary insanity

"Hey Bells. You ready for that tour?"

"Yeah, let's go." They headed over to the place where the tour was to start. About forty other people showed up too, which made Bella feel less nervous. There was a woman waiting for them at the entrance waiting for them.

"Hello, my name is Heidi and I will be your tour guide this afternoon." Bella stared in shock. There was no way that a woman like that could exist. Her voice sounded like music. Her hair was long and flowing and her eyes were a strange but lovely shade of violet. The woman was so beautiful it hurt. She continued to speak, her voice sounding like chimes. "We will start today in the white room. Follow me."

The group started to follow the lovely woman through the grand entrance and down the long hallways. People took pictures of everything, while others tried to flirt with the absurdly beautiful girl. Bell just walked in silence, admiring the beautiful artwork and stunning architecture.

"Wow, Bells. This place is amazing."

"I know, I kind of like it. It's not as dreary in here as it looks from outside."

"See I told you it wouldn't be bad."

"Permiso." A tiny woman came over to us, looking frightened. "Permiso. ¿Donde estamos?"

"I'm sorry… I don't speak Spanish."

"Porfavor, digame. ¿Estamos en el Castillo de los Volturri?"

"What does that mean?"

"Vamos a morir! Tenemos que salir de aqui!"

She knew enough Spanish for that one. "What are you talking about?"

But she was gone, asking other people the same questions in a more agitated state. The creepy feeling came back. "I wonder what that was about."

"She's just crazy." But that didn't ease her nerves.

Just then, a kid in a black hooded cape came past them. "Nice fishing," he told Heidi.

"Thanks."

"Nice fishing? What does that mean?"

Heidi flashed a smile. "It just means he's glad to see you here."

"Save a few for me," the boy called.

"I will," she promised.

Bella frowned. "Nice fishing? Save a few for me? Save a few what?" She didn't like the sound of that.

"We're here." Heidi ducked into a thick door and they entered into a spacious, light room. The sunlight shined through the peak of the tall, cathedral ceiling, through a vent. Bella looked at the man at the front of the room, a bit scared.

"Welcome! Welcome to Volterra."

"Phil, are you sure this is safe? That tiny Spanish speaking lady looks pretty freaked out."

His eyes followed the small frantic woman as the flitted desperately around the room, now holding a rosary. "It's no big deal."

Suddenly Bella noticed that the door to the exit was blocked by a huge man, also wearing a black cape. That man's eyes were red.

"Mom? Did you see his eyes? They're red."

"They're probably just contacts, honey. Listen to the man speak."

"Mom, we're surrounded."

"Honey, nothing is going to--"

Suddenly there was a scream. Bella whipped around. There was a tiny girl with a black hood pinning the rosary woman to the wall. Her lips were at her neck. The woman's screams choked off with a gurgle and she collapsed to the floor. The black caped girl's lips were red.

Mom stared, wide-eyed. "Run," she whispered.

Bella tried to push for the exit, but the screaming and chaos confused her.

The evil looking man by the door appeared in front of her. "Hello."

Her breath caught. "I'm… gonna… go…" she turned to run, but he was there too. "Please," she begged pathetically.

"Don't worry," he grinned evilly, "It will be over before you know it." He snagged someone that attempted to run by him, biting hard on his neck and the man screamed helplessly until his life faded away. The man tossed the dead body aside, and with horror, she realized it was Phil.

"Phil!" she screamed. "What did you do?!"

"Shh, honey. It's nothing."

"You killed my step dad! Get away from me…" He shoved her with brutal force into the wall. She heard her ribs crunch and break. She didn't have time to catch her breath before he was back. "Please," she coughed, tasting blood in her mouth and wincing. "Please, I don't want to die." She thought about Jacob. She wouldn't have wanted him to be here now, dying with them. He would be so heartbroken…

Something sharp and painful pierced her skin, and she tried to scream in pain, but all that came out was a whimper. Her vision was fading around the edges. There was a paralyzing, burning pain burning in her neck. She couldn't move. The last thing she saw before her world faded to black was the man with red eyes licking his lips.