Oh my goodness! I cannot believe the support from just the first chapter. Hopefully this one will live up to expectations! Sorry if there are any punctuation, spelling or grammar mistakes. I am really tired!

The screams of the tourists echoes throughout the building, and causes me to completely freeze in shock. The only other noise I can hear sounds like an animal being hunted, and then killed. A few moments later I realise that that noise is coming from me. My breathing has become hitched and panty, like I was experiencing a panic attack. Which I probably am.

The resounding sound of the doors next to me being slammed open snap me out of my state of shock. With only a split-second to think, I do the very first thing that comes to mind. I run.

My legs run as fast as they can carry me, down the endless, winding hallways, across an indoor bridge, and down a spiral staircase. By this point, I have become so out of breath that I wouldn't be surprised if every person in all of Italy could hear me. My long brown hair is flying behind me, and my large brown eyes scan every door and window for a possible exit.

Suddenly, an excruciating pain settles on me. I collapse heavily onto the floor and roll around, trying to calm the pain. It feels like a thousand fires have been lit on my skin, turning me to nothing but charcoal. And then, just as suddenly as the pain came, it stopped.

Still recovering from the terrible pain, it takes me a while before I can even open my eyes. Eventually, I feel my eyelids begin to flutter open. The world is a blurry mess, with the windows I know to be there nothing but a blank spot. My eyes roam the room, trying to get everything to make sense again, and I notice a strange shape in the far end of the room. I can't tell what it is.

"Well, well," a high, girlish voice chimes. "Looks like the food is awake."

My eyes, after they had slid shut once more, snap open and I sit up quickly. A bit too quickly.

"Oww," I mumble quietly, placing my head in my shaking hands. Head rushes are killers.

The voice laughs, but it doesn't sound right. What I would expect to be a nice, jovial laugh coming from that voice is instead a cynical and slightly maniacal cackle. I look over to the corner again, and stare for a few moments so that my brain has enough time to catch up with the image my eyes are sending it.

Eventually, a figure begins to take form, and I'm not exactly sure whether to be surprised or not. A girl who can be no older than perhaps sixteen, is standing there with such a chilling smirk, it makes we want to crawl and hide under a rock. The girl has long blondish brown hair, but it most certainly does not look mousy; nothing about her is at all mousy. She is truly beautiful, in an angelic way. Everything about her is a… wrong.

Her general appearance isn't the main cause of my concern, however. It's her eyes. They are red. Blood red.

I can feel my blood pressure begin to rise, and from my position on the floor, I back up hastily until I hit the wall. The creature laughs again at my apparent panic and moves closer to me.

"Now, now," 'she' attempts to calm me, "I'm not going to hurt you…"

I try not to pay attention to the word we both know was left hanging in the air. 'Yet', she wasn't going to hurt me 'yet'.

"Jane, must you always play with your food before you eat it?" a velvety voice asks smoothly from one of the many doorways. From my position at the wall, I merely have to turn my head to see perhaps the most beautiful man, no person, in the entire world.

He, like this 'Jane', has blood red eyes, but this time I try not to focus on them. The rest of him has too much to offer. His brown hair falls gracefully into his eyes, his cheekbones high and defined, and lips, though not quite as full as Jane's, are still very nice. All my thoughts seem to scatter the second I notice this.

His gaze shifts from the blonde-haired demon to me, and his eyes travel the length of my body, or at least they would if I wasn't huddled up against the large stone wall.

"I didn't know we had ordered Meals-On-Wheels…" he muses sarcastically. Jane lets out a sharp chuckle, meeting his apparently twisted sense of humour.

"What do you want?" I finally ask, my voice croaky and hoarse from my previous screaming. Both sets of eyes snap back to me, with both containing mirth.

"Why did you come down here brother?" Jane asks the boy, who apparently is her brother. Oh, and she also ignored my question. Fan-bloody-tastic.

"Aro sent me to see what was taking so long. You may be one of the only guard members he actually feels concerns for."

Jane's back seems to straighten with pride, and she replies rather courteously, "And you, Alec."

Alec. So that's his name. And it most definitely suits him.

"Thank you sister," Alec nods in return. Suddenly, a new sense of courage overcomes me, be it bravery or recklessness. Or maybe it's a bit of both.

I clear my throat loudly, and actually manage to get to my feet. Jane is rather small compared to me, standing at around five foot, I would guess. Her brother, on the other hand, is quite a bit taller than my five foot seven frame. I'm placing my bet at around five foot ten or eleven.

"What?" Jane snaps at me irritably. Alec places a calming hand on her shoulder before turning back to me.

"You are to follow us," he says calmly, but with an underlying tone of authority. Clearly he was, or at least thought he was rather important here. And from the way they were just talking, I would take a guess his sister was also.

"And if I refuse?" I reply, trying to keep my tone just as calm and smooth as his, and also failing in the process.

Suddenly, he is behind me, tightly holding my arms behind my back, both of which feel like they are on the verge of snapping. Jane steps in front of me and a cruel smile lights up her face.

"It wasn't a request."

They both lead me quickly back to the reception. The receptionist, Gianna, spares a quick glance at me, but upon seeing who is accompanying my, turns her head back down to her paperwork once more.

Jane forcefully pushes open the large oak doors and gracefully steps into the middle of the room. Alec leads me inside and then pushes me so that I was on my knees. I look up again to see him standing a bit away with his devil sister.

"Ah," a man with long black hair says, "You are the girl who ran."

What on earth does he mean by that?

"I'm sorry?" I ask him confusedly. I quickly take in the rest of the room, and guess there to be at least fifteen people in the room. All of whom, I should note, have pale skin and red eyes.

"That's quite alright dear," he replies, mistaking my question for an apology. Although, by the strange glint in his eyes, I doubt that is the case.

The man moves away from the blonde and brunette men who were at his side, and circles around my probably pathetic looking position on the floor. He hmm's and ah's to himself for a few seconds before quickly appearing by the two men again.

"My dear, welcome to Volterra," he smiles warmly and reaches his hand down to grab mine. What the bloody hell is going on here? I thought I was coming for a rebellious day out.

Hesitantly, I place my hand in the man's, and try not to gasp in shock when he brings it closer to his body, almost greedily. His milky red eyes search mine thoroughly, and then all over my body. This time I feel the need to repress a shiver. This man is off the scale creepy.

Apparently satisfied, although I have no idea why, he releases my hand, allowing me to cradle it in my spare one.

"What am I doing here? What are you going to do to me?"

"My darling girl," he begins, a feral grin spreading across his face, "You are here to join the Volturi."

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