I was shocked how easy it was to get a flight to Italy. I spent most of my money of course but I didn't really care. I was just settling into my seat as the sky set. It was beautiful being up in the sky, it was ultimate freedom almost. No one was every free until they were dead. I didn't really know much about this whole vampire covenant but I imagined they were similar to the Cullen's. They wouldn't want to make a scene and lose their home. Still, I felt a wretched anticipation dwelling in me. I popped on the earphones and settled in for the long ride.

As we landed, I watched all the humans lazily stretch in their seats and saunter off , towards the opening. I followed a middle age woman, dragging along her little son. The boy looked at me as though he were confused. His blue eyes were like storm clouds, but even though he was a child I felt like he could just tell- he could see it was different.

Once I was off the plane I made my way to the exit. I wasn't tied down by anything but a simple shopping filled with little clothing and such I bought in the previous city. I decided that a trip to the washroom and then I'd leave .

It was very early. I splashed the cool tapwater to my face to help cleanse the weariness from my eyes. It was so cool and rejuvenating to have the cool water brush against my skin, it left a tingling feeling that helped me feel more confident and awake. I didn't like the face in front of me- the face in the mirror. She was just plain. Her skin was worn by the sun, and her eyes were a void of express. They weren't golden or like a doe's. She wasn't spectacular; she was forgotten. Her hair was cropped into a boyish cut with think knots round her face and little tendrils tickling her collarbone. I used to be beautiful; I used to care.

The sun was out and fell on everything in sight. It was beautiful. It reflected off the nice European cars. I would have liked to admire them longer but I needed to get into the city more. I looked around for any opportunity, but my options were limited. I could walk, run, call a taxi and waste the small amount of money I had left or use the bus.

It looked as though anyone could go on the bus, ticket or no ticket. I shuffled my way to the back of the bus and sat down. It was stuffy and filled with people, I could easily smell everyone with their own unique scents; body odour, sweat, cologne, and perfume. It was all the same bus smell and it made me sick. I counted the second I was on the bus just begging to be let off.

When I got off the bus I was caught off by the massive city before me. The hustle and bustle made Forks look like a graveyard. The city itself was a time capsule of the early years with some modern interpretations. It made perfect sense that a group of ancient vampires would live in an ancient city.

There were so many people, all weaving by, and blending together. The noise and the smells were all too overwhelming for me. How could I possibly find them? How could I leave Italy alive? I was just realizing how hopeless and stupid my plan was. I yet again was putting myself it a tight situations. But if I went home what would I have to show for it? I didn't do anything heroic, just impulsive. I would rather stay here then go back and face the consequences.

I saw a couple little restaurants and cafes- maybe I could work here and travel around Europe, like a backpacker. I didn't know Italian but I could pick some up and I could live in a forest to lessen my budget. I would rather struggle in a foreign land then back home where my friends and family could know. I knew I could make living here work.

On the off chance I could kill a few leeches, I would. I could study how they lived here so long and why this city. I could even study the relation that they seem to hold with shape shifters.

I walked through the city looking at all the buildings, more importantly, looking for a building that could attract vampires- somewhere dark and forgotten. I went into every alley I could find looking for clues, sniffing for them. They were everywhere, their smell was all over the city. I thought I have to give up until I caught the scent again. It was fresh and strong. I felt my breath catch as I followed it and though the day was hot and humid, I felt the hairs on my arms raise.

I was in another alley, with limestone walls and water stains. There was a fishy smell but it barely covered such a strong scent. I felt sick as I walked towards a small wooden door. It was finely trimmed with eloquent shapes of roses, angels and demons sprawled all over the oak. There were traces of paint on it, but the only colour I could see was red. I was slightly scared with the door right in front of me. I could open and face my problems or I could run like a child.

I don't know when it came or how I couldn't have possibly been alerted by it but a sudden wave of smell hit me. I had no time to think or react. I almost missed the woosh of the cloaks as everything went black….