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Dear, The Volturi.

Well, it's been a difficult few weeks without Lucas in my life. I keep seeing him though, whenever I'm about to do something reckless and/or deadly. Maybe I'm going insane? Like vampires might do if they starve themselves from blood for awhile, then go absolutely blood-lust crazy. Now I'm imagining a vampire, with the same colour eyes Casper had when he smelt my blood, marching up to a small village made up of wooden huts, waving to a playing child then attacking. As you can tell, I've not been out much recently.

Reading Macbeth at school has made me forget Lucas for awhile, however, he always seems to be there in my mind, no matter how much I try to shut him out. I've always loved Shakespeare's work and it did surprise me that people are starting to believe that he stole another man's manuscripts and claimed them as his own. It irritates me. Can nobody accept that Shakespeare was a good writer, or that Neal Armstrong actually went to the moon?

So, I decided to Google you. I love Google more than I should (especially for test answers) and as I was writing my last letter to you, I recalled how I had Googled 'the cold ones' to try and find out some more information about them. I came to the conclusion that if you are vampire royalty, Google must know who you are. I don't think I've ever been more wrong. Apart from a fan club that's based in a rundown warehouse in Washington, your pretty much undescoverable.

The fan club meet every Thursday to talk about the different decisions you'd made that week or anything else that is related to you. It turns out they have spies in Italy that keep an eye on you. Anyway, after two cans of beer on a Thursday night, I found myself in the rundown warehouse surrounded by a bunch of vampires and what looked like a projection, wavy image of Lucas standing beside me. Telling me to go. Telling me to run. But I didn't. A handsome, yet possibly a psychopath (it's probably certain he's a psychopath-he's in a Volturi fan group!), male vampire pulled out a wooden chair for me. I thanked him politely and sat down, stuck between two, muscly vampires that had sleeves of tattoos and shaved heads. Their eyes were red and they had sharp knives pointing from their lips. The only comfort was Lucas, standing over me protectively.

It turns out that you, , have been up to quite a lot this week. Decapitating a Spanish vampire for storming into an over-populated office building and bleeding everybody dry. Killing a loved-up couple who had turned a child into a vampire. And few days later, you tracked the child down and killed her too. But the hottest topic... wait for it... Jane having an inch cut off her hair.

Eventually I realized how much of a joke the club was, nevertheless, I did learn quite a lot about you. I know all your names now, which I hate to admit is something I didn't before. Aro, Caius, Marcus, Jane and Alec, your the main ones. I wish you could reply, just to tell me who's reading my letters. If it's Aro, Caius, Marcus or Alec, then I'm extremely glad I spared the romantic details in my first letter. If it's Jane reading this, then I hope she understands what I'm going through. Jane, if you've never fallen in love, then I pity you; I understand that you can inflict pain, so I doubt that if you were in love, you were dumped.

I've been invited to a party being held at Jessica Stanley's house, which she will be holding while her parent's are away. She was reluctant to invite me at first, who can blame her? I'm the Chief of Police's daughter. One word from me and her party might have an extra twenty or so attendants, that won't be wanted. I can't say I don't want to go, because I do. I'm not usually a 'party girl' but recently anything that will take my mind off Lucas is perfect. And anyway, maybe the offer to take drugs will encourage an appearance from him.

Mike Newton (the guy I mentioned in my last letter with the crush on me) asked me on a date yesterday. Only to the cinema. Nothing fancy. That might be what I need though. With Lucas the only normal date we went on was after he rescued me from the gang of hormonal boys, took me out for a meal because I'd been so late to meet them my friends, Jessica and Angela, had already eaten. The next few dates were walking through the forest-sounds romantic doesn't it, until Lucas spotted a mountain lion, chased after it, caught it, ate it. (Writing that down made me cry with laughter).

Back to the date request. Now I think about it, my brain is telling me to say yes. What is there to loose? Mike isn't as beautiful as Lucas but he isn't ugly. He's sweet, funny and kind. But best of all he's human. Okay, it's decided, I'm going to say yes. Jessica might be mad because she's been in love with him since they were little, however, it's not my fault everyone knew each other prior to my moving here. As long as he doesn't publicly declare that I'm his girlfriend, a date sounds great.

Love from,
Marie Swan x

P.S Did you know Shakespeare? If you did, did you ever watch Romeo and Juliet at the Globe? It's my favorite Shakespeare play and when I'm bored or daydreaming, I imagine Lucas turning up at my house at the beginning of the 1600's. I would be wearing a long red dress, black corset and covered from my neck to my feet. Lucas would be dressed in grey trousers, a white shirt and a black jacket. He'd thread my arm through his and we'd walk down a few cobble streets before arriving at the Globe Theater. We'd sit hand in hand while watching one of the first ever performances of Romeo and Juliet.

Despite how perfect that may sound, my daydream usually ends with the the audience abruptly turning round towards us sat at the back, halfway through the play, with red eyes and sharp fangs. The actors on stage seem to be completely oblivious that all eyes are on me. I switch my head from theirs to Lucas's, who shoots me a calming look, which settles my heavy beating heart, before biting deeply into my neck.

P.P.S You'll get to hear all about the party in my next letter, so don't worry!