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She forced her eyes open and discovered that she was surrounded by lifeless bodies strewn all over the floor.
"Now, we're done," it was a light, musical voice. Aro again.
"Master, there is one . . . ," one of the cloaked guards whispered to him, surprised.
All eyes turned on the girl.
They are the Volturi. Be very careful as not to anger them, she remembered he told her that before.
He walked towards her.
We give ourselves to our senses when we hunt . . . No human is safe near a thirsty vampire.
Then why am I still here? Her thoughts were screaming, demanding for the answer.
She looked down at the floor. The foreign lady was there, pale because of all the blood sucked out of her, still clutching on her rosary.
"Well, sweetling, we must have missed you," his voice was amused. He leaned at her and sniffed. "Which I do not understand. You have a pleasant smell."
You have a pleasant smell. He told her that, too, years ago.
Aro's eyes were filled with numerous possibilities as he looked down at the girl. Confusion at first, then curiosity.
"Don't you think, brothers, that she will make a good vampire?"
The last word sent a shiver down her spine. Vampire.
The snow-haired man was by his side in an instant.
"Are you out of your mind, Aro? What if this girl deems useless?" he hissed.
"Then, when it comes to that, we kill her," he said simply, happily.
Aro held out his hand to the girl.
He will know every thought that passed on your mind since your birth with a single touch.
She extended her hand to take it.