So, I got really nice reviews, so this is for the people that reviewed, the rest of the first chapter. That would be: Michelle and FreeSpiritSeeker. Thank you both, and here you go! I hope you like it, and know that there is more to come.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Twilight characters...I wish I did, but then again, don't we all? I also don't own the song I quoted...it's the "Boy's Gone" by Jason Mraz. I just like to get everyone in the mood occasionally with a song that fits my chapter. I won't do it all the time, but I'll try to remember to put what it's called and who it's by if anyone is curious.

Enjoy!

"The boy's gone. The boy's gone home.

What will happen to a face in the crowd when it finally gets too crowded.
And will happen to the origins of sound after all the sounds have sounded
Well I hope I never have to see that day but by God I know it's headed our way
So I better be happy now that the boy's gone home. The boy's gone home.

And what becomes of a day for those who rage against it
And who will sum up the phrase for all left standing around in it

Well I suppose we'll all make our judgement calls
We'll walk it alone, stand up tall, then march to the fall
So we better be happy now that we'll all go home.

Be so happy with the way you are
Just be happy that you made it this far
Go on be happy now. Please be happy now

Because you say that this is something else
this is something else all right

I tried to live my life i lived it so well
But when it's all over is it heaven or is it hell
I better be happy now that no one can tell, say nobody knows
I'm gonna be happy with the way that I am
I'm gonna be happy with all that I stand...for
I'm gonna be happy now because the boy's going home.

The boy's gone home."

I wasn't always Caius. I wasn't always a member of the Volturi, but it seems like I've always been dead. Strange as it may sound, I wasn't always in this world. I wasn't born here, in a place called Volterra. I was born in a mythical place called Avalon. A decedent of Arthurian Avalon, I was born in a world nearly parallel to that of my brothers. I was a slave before I was freed around my nineteenth birthday. My human memories are few and far between, and none of them being particularly fond. Thus is the root of my rather inherent dislike for humans.

In the next few thousand years, I came to the world of my brothers, I became a vampire, killed countless humans, became a member of the Volturi, married Athenadora for show, and had become quite bored with my life. Sensing my restlessness, my brothers decided to allow me to have a little vacation. On the first day of my solo journey, I discovered an aching need to go home. Of course, Dimitri would be tracking me, but I could get around that.

I was a Broker, my powers far greater than either of my brothers assumed. As a rule, my mind is unreadable, unless I allow someone to see into it, allowing me to feed Dimitri false points for my whereabouts. I had amassed a fair few many powers over the years by making deals mostly with terrified Gifted humans. In exchange for control of their gifts, I killed them instead of them being turned. What my brothers saw as my short temper was mercy on my part.

I'd had this charade going for decades; so needless to say, I could pretty much do anything I wanted to. I packed a bag, and left Volterra without a strict duty for the first time in several centuries. The outside world had changed while my brothers and I had remained primarily in our fortress. It was strange; the things called "cars" were everywhere. We'd heard about them, but I'd never seen one. I took myself to the nearest train station, glad that at least not much there had changed, it was still crammed full of humans. For once, I didn't have to act like their presence bothered me. A great thing about being a Broker, we don't shine in the sun unless we want to. Also a perk, my eyes became a rather washed out pale blue when I wanted to blend in. Unlike my brothers, my body was built to blend in, so no one noticed the young blonde haired man in slightly outdated clothing as he weaved in and out of lines.

I took the train to Amesbury and started my journey to Stonehenge. I could have just as easily gone home from Volterra, but part of me thought that the effort would have been wasted. There were at least four places that one could use to cross to Avalon. Stonehenge was the oldest, and the only one specifically made to join the two worlds. As long as Stonehenge remained intact, Avalon remained tied to this world. The other points, the one hidden in the catacombs of Volterra, a small one in Pakistan, and one in some bloody little American town called Forks, were neither as grand nor as significant. After all, they were just ancient engravings in a few tiny rocks.

The bustle of the city was incredible, but the solitude I found on the outskirts of Stonehenge was a relief. I carefully chose the stone I wanted to use, as each individual one corresponding to a different province of Avalon. The centermost stone would drop you right behind the castle in the capital, something I did not want to chance. Although part of me was reluctant, I gritted my teeth, and decided to go home.

I was born in a small town called Galonrhew, roughly meaning Ice Heart, an irony not lost on me. My parents had been slaves, and so I was born into slavery. I wanted to see if this world had changed as much as the other one had. I passed through the Henge to nothing. I stood there, staring in blank shock at the nothing that surrounded me. I'd expected many things, but not this, not a large empty clearing in the middle of a dense forest. What had happened? Was I truly alone; was there no one with even the smallest fraction of my history in them? My entire village was gone.

"What you starin' at, boy?" A curt voice asked, baring the obtuse accent that I assumed had been lost with my people. I turned around, looking to find a fat, middle-aged woman standing in a ghastly wool outfit surrounded by a small herd of bleating goats. I arched an eyebrow at her haggard appearance, and she snarled the way humans do when they're annoyed and old, "I sai', what you starin' at! Wha' are you doin' in my field?" She was missing several teeth in the front, causing her words to sometimes not sound right, and she was obviously mentally challenged or at least very uneducated.

I blinked a few times, "I'm looking for Galonrhew. Do you know what happened to it? It used to be right here."

She grinned toothily, "You mean Galon? Where have you been for the last 'en centuries? It hasn' been in 'is field for a' leas' 'at long."

"Well, where is it?" I asked through my teeth, what patience I had left thinning quickly.

She waved a hand my direction, "Calm down boy, keep you 'rousers on. No need 'o ge' grumpy." I was about to snap her neck, when she pointed over her right shoulder, "It's jus' ove' t'ere. Go 'hrough 'he trees, an' it's right there. Nice people in 'ha' town. Don' go givin' 'hem trouble. You 'ear? An' be careful. They're a bi' ne'vous thi' time o' yea'."

I nodded. She looked at me expectantly. I suppressed a snort, "You're expecting me to thank you?"

She nodded and held out a grubby hand, "I've go' feed to buy fo' my babies come win'er." She said as she pat one of her goats on the head.

"I don't have any money."

Here eyes narrowed, "Liar."

I held up my hands, "I'm not a liar. I don't lie, ever." I walked past her, in the direction she had gestured to. I moved quickly, and shortly later her voice faded into silence.

The forest was thicker than I remembered. The city was, if it was possible, even smaller than it had been when I had been alive. At least that's what it looked like, until I went past the first few houses. No one was out, but I hadn't expected anything else, it was late, the sun setting. Most of the humans must have been eating dinner. I wandered around, looking for something to connect to my past, to no avail. No one saw me, I moved quickly to examine everything, which was probably best, I wasn't ready to talk to anyone, and the old woman had taxed my patience enough. I just wanted to look around.

Hope you liked it! And if you did, please, review! If you are interested in my world, look at my FictionPress, where I have The Avalon Chronicles: Elaine posted...wow...I just noticed the spelling error in my title...I need to fix that :) Anyway, Elaine is in the same land, and it will eventually be loosely entwined with this one, but with no Twilight characters...I think that just about covers it!