Here is chapter one, which I believe some of you have been waiting for.

Chapter One

Cold, death, emptiness. Pretty much how I would describe my life. Don't get me wrong, this hospitality is really generous, if you weren't being locked in a tower.
I can't remember much about how I came to be here. I wasn't living then, more of a walking corpse. I just remember waking up today and thinking how the hell did I get here? It was today that I noticed what was going on.
I sat up in my bed, drenched with the usual sweat. Was it usual? I had the feeling it was. I breathed slowly, trying to calm myself. I had been running from something with claw like hands, running but not moving. I gathered this happened every night.
Glancing at the little analogue clock on the white bedside table, I saw it was probably an acceptable time to get out of bed. Doing so, I saw clothes lain out on a white dresser matching my bedside table. A note attached read in cursive writing:

Dear Miss Cullen,

As usual, your clothing is out for you, courtesy of Angela. New linen dress set, I presume. Please inquire at front desk, as there is another message for you down there.

Yours Truthfully,
Aro.

Ha, truthfully. Like I even know you. So, I get my clothes done for me. What am I, five? I giggled, but it sounded sinister. I was five.
I studied the material in front of me. Linen, the expensive kind. I knew the designer brand from Alice. Wait, wasn't I supposed to feel grief? Not be able to say their names or even think of them? Yet here I was, happily flicking through my memories. There was always something wrong with my brain. I knew that from the minute I agreed to this. I wondered if they were thinking about me, if they planned to do anything to get me out of here. I hoped not, it was pointless. I was in a fortress, locked in a turret.
I remember slipping vague items of clothing on, these past few days, weeks, months or maybe even years. Today, I payed close attention to what I was provided with.
A dark green pleated skirt that fell just above my knees. A white tuck in blouse accomplished it, the buttons a matching green to the skirt. I pulled on cream stockings, close to my skin tone. I figured it was close enough for human eyes. I laced up the black shoes. School type shoes, you know the ones, with a small chunky heel attached. The next item was a lighter green cardigan that stopped at my hips. It seemed I had to look wealthy or something because jewellery was supplied too. Hell, I might as well look the part. There was a silver hair clip with blue stones around the edges. I 'd been told blue went well with my skin. I pulled the front section of my hair back with it, covering up my path. Next, I clasped a silver bracelet on my left wrist; it had patterns carved on to it. I wondered if it was antique. The last addition was a pair of pearl earrings. I hoped they hadn't been used previously. I studied the image in the mirror, more commonly known as me. The girl looked older, taller, curvier and hair about two inches longer. I looked closer to seventeen then sixteen. My copper curls hung same as usual, bouncing with each movement. The natural blush that covered my cheeks, embarrassed or not, was gone. It made me look swallower. I liked it; I didn't want to look happy here.

I crossed the marble floor to the white wooden door and opened it. I was greeted by a vampire scent and toned guard, who snapped to attention as soon as I stepped out. He gawked at me. I must look more alive than I have in ages.

"Follow me," he said, recovering and briskly walked down the corridor.

I walked slower, letting my eyes trail over the paintings that lined the corridor. Some looked like they dated back to the sixteen hundreds. The walk was short, descending a flight of stairs and left into what I presumed was a foyer. I followed the guard in and saw three vampires and one human in the room. The human looked at me, no, stared, when I entered. She was pretty, mid-thirties, with black, straight hair. She looked like she was proud of her looks. The vampires stopped whispering when they heard my entrance. What was with people staring today?

"Hello Renesmee," one of the male vampires spoke, offering me his hand

I stared at his hand until it dropped away. I think I was supposed to shake it. Or kiss it. Who knew?

"I'm not sure you remember me," he continued

I shook my head. I don't think I was used to talking.

"I'm Calix," he answered

I recalled that Calix meant 'handsome' in Greek. I studied him. He had blond hair that fell into what I presumed were normally ruby eyes but were covered by contacts, which made them a muddy brown. He wasn't heavily built, but tall and thin and looked around twenty. If I didn't know better, I would guess him to still have the awkwardness of a teenager. I admit he was good looking, but not my type. In other words, not Jacob. I bet Jacob would kill him an instant if he could see the way Calix was looking at me. I was somewhat flattered, I'm sure I would be plain next to any vampire.

"This is Lysander and Euclid," Calix said gesturing to the short dark one first and then the other tall one.

"Hi," I said

They seemed near laughter. It wasn't that funny. Before an awkward silence could occur, I crossed the room to where the receptionist woman was.

"You have a message for me?" I questioned, looking at her name badge that read Tiffany

"Yes," she told me icily and handed a folded piece of paper.

Curious, I opened it, barely noticing it was thick, like parchment. Inside was another cursive written note.

Dearest Renesmee,

Please let Calix lead you out to the town, for breakfast at a trusted restaurant. He is eager to meet you, as he has heard much about you. Later on, he will discuss important matters, so please be attentive.

Yours truthfully,
Aro.

I sighed, I did not have any intention of going anywhere with this Calix. Then again, it had been a while since I'd stepped out of this hotel like building or eaten anything beside very rare meat. I refused to hunt humans with them and they thought I would prefer my food bloody.
I saw a small garbage bin in the corner near the door, and went to put the note in the bin. Suddenly the three vampires had me up against the wall. It took me a second to realise why.

"I wasn't go to run," I muttered, "That would be really stupid."

Calix chuckled and held up a hand and I was released. Slowly, to prove my point, I walked back to the bin and disposed of the parchment thingy.

"Shall we go?" Calix offered

I nodded and grudgingly accepted the arm he offered. I was used to old-fashioned manners back at home. Ah, home. I continued to think of nothing else as we walked through the pebbled streets. I wondered again if I was some hideous monster that didn't really care about my family, if I could think of them so easily.
After walking straight for a while, Calix pulled me into a doorstep. He pushed the door and a friendly sounding bell rung. I saw all heads turn up automatically at the sound of our entrance. I saw a few dirty looks mixed with awe. I guessed we looked like a couple. The admiration however, I could not understand. The compare showed us to a booth towards the back of the diner. I was grateful, as I hated being looked at.

"So," Calix started

"So," I copied

He put his clasped hands on the table. I crossed my legs.

"This isn't awkward," I muttered, earning a laugh.

Great, I was Miss Entertainment. I wondered when I had gotten so sarcastic. This thought pulled me into a daydream and only a distant voice pulled me out of my reverie.

"Hello I'm Kelly, and I will be your server today," the woman said in a heavy Italian accent, "Here are you menus and what can I get you to drink?"

Here, Calix looked a little lost so I spoke instead.

"One cappuccino and a latte,"

The girl smiled and turned in the direction of the kitchen.

"I hope you do not wish me to actually drink coffee," he said trying to make a joke

I raised an eyebrow at the lameness and opened the menu. The restaurant was called Per Sempre. I chose frittatas for both of us. I kind of had a little pleasure in wasting the Volturi's money or at least Calix's. Our server returned with our drinks and I placed the order.
I sipped cautiously at the latte and was delighted to find it hot. I finished my drink in silence, while Calix pored his out onto a nearby pot plant, inconspicuously. I devoured the food when it came, surprised at how hungry I was. When I finished I was eager to escape but Calix doused my hopes.

"How about you order something else, so we can talk?"

I scowled at him and he chuckled again. I ordered hazelnut cinnamon rolls when Kelly came to take our plates. Once they arrived, he began.

"We need to discuss your stay at Volterra,"

I've mapped out the chapters for the rest of this story and decided that there is going to be another story after this one, following the same storyline. Just thought I'd give some hope that this isn't going to end in killing everyone off. Yet. :)

Oh and I've been looking for this story everywhere, but I can't remember what it was called or who it was by, so if anyone knows what it's called I'd really like to know. Wait, I better describe it. Ok, so it's like these different imprint stories about Kim/Jared, Embry and this other girl which I think is called Charlotte and then another one about Jacob and another girl who was blind or something. It was really good, so if anyone knows, yeah.

Review, however much it pleases you. That was my lame attempt at rhyming.