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Slowly the last whispers of the screams from the victims inside Volterra castle died down. The bodies lay in a pile in the back corner of the giant room. However, not a single drop of blood had been spilt or spattered across the clothes of the killers.

"Heidi, you never cease to amaze me. Another fabulous meal." complimented Aro. His eyes blood red, perfectly matching the liquid which had now disappeared from the bodies in the corner.

"Thankyou Master." Heidi replied, bowing down respectfully to Aro. "But this time Master, something strange occurred."

"Well, hold out your hand" Aro slowly lowered his palm showing his milky white skin.

"No Master, I believe this is something that must be shared with everyone."

Aro's palm retracted slowly, his finger's clenching into a fist. His eyebrows raised as a signal to begin talking.

"While I was out collecting the... meals, I overheard a conversation between a young girl and her grandmother. They know about us." Heidi let herself hiss whilst annunciating the 's'. "Her grandmother knows about our existence, but the girl... she isn't certain of it, yet."

"Well, what are we to do." mulled Aro

"What are we to do? We kill her! It's obvious!" roared Caius.

"Hush brother, not everything is about killing!" Silenced Aro.

"But that is the law! We have to keep our existence a secret from the humans." argued Caius.

Suddenly, Aro's face turned into a mask of happiness. An idea had come to him

"Heidi, bring the girl to us. She may be useful." Slowly, a grin, spanding from ear to ear spread across on Aro's face.

"What about the grandmother Master?" questioned Heidi.

"The grandmother is old and a human. She will be gone soon. It's the girl I worry about."

"This is stupid, we don't need another new-born running around, creating havoc!" yelled Caius. His face was flushed in anger and his eyes had darkened to an almost black shade of red.

"Marcus what do you think?" asked Aro.

Slowly, Marcus raised his eyes from the ground onto his energetic brother's face. The bored vampire took a deep sigh and slowly stood up from his throne.

"If the girl proves to be useful, we keep her. If she proves to be just an addition, we kill her." His voice which would forever remain in a bored monotone rang out throughout the room. Marcus never talks but when he does, everyone listens.

"Excellent! So it is settled!" Aro clapped his hands gleefully as if he was a young boy who had just been told he was receiving a present. "Tell me Heidi, what is this girl like?"

Heidi blinked a few times in confusion. Still adjusting to her Master's sudden emotional change. "Well, she is around Jane and Alec's age and she is from America, I could tell from her distinct accent."

"Oh great, another evil midget running around this place," joked Demetri who then received two matching glares from Jane and Alec. However, he received no piercing pain or a slow sedative creep onto him. Aro had put a ban on his guard using their powers on each other.

"Demetri, Felix." Barked Caius suddenly, "Dispose of our mess."

Antonia

One of the things I hated most about going to school in Italy was the fact that I had to wear a uniform. My old school back in America, had no uniform which students were forced to wear, day in and day out. I gave a tug on the hem of my skirt which was now too small for me because of my freak growth-spurt last year. I probably should ask my grandma to lower the hem of my skirt tonight. I would do it myself but I'm just scared I might accidentally stitch myself to the skirt because of a very beautiful 'fail' mark on the home ec section of my report card. I mean it wasn't my fault that my bag looked more like a ball of felt with string wrapped around it than a, I quote 'a stylish and chic handbag' which was what my teacher had hoped for.

However, one of the good things about going to school in Italy was when we did English lessons. As my other classmates were furiously flipping their pages of their dictionaries, I had already finished the sheet my teacher had given me. My teacher had banned me from helping my other classmates in these lessons as she had wanted me to 'give the other people a fair chance'. I mean I had no problem with that. It always beats having to answer a lot of questions from a lot of people. I had been banned from helping since my first year at the primary school when everyone was learning how to count to 10 and I had offered my skills in teaching and then taught every how to count to 20 at lunch time.

Volterra Secondary School. Population 200. My new school. For once, I would be staying beyond the end of summer and I now had a permanent locker instead of a tray which lived under my desk that held all of my books and my bags. Strangely enough, some of my friends had begun calling me Antonia instead of Summer because I would now be staying. Everyone knew I was staying but they didn't know the reason. I hadn't even told anyone and my grandma had already spoken to the teachers telling them to not tell anyone as well.

I glanced down at my watch. It was 3:50 and I had promised my grandma that I would be home no later than 4. I sure would be cutting it close. If I could, I would've run, but now I'm scared of how short my skirt is now at and what would happen if I did run. I cut across the Grand Square and walked underneath the Clock Tower. It was a short cut and although it only saved around two minutes of time it probably would be the difference between me getting home to a happy household and my grandmother frantically calling the police, telling them that her grand-daughter had gone missing.

"Excuse me," I heard a voice call out. I ignored it, thinking it was directed to someone else and not me, so I kept on walking straight ahead.

"Excuse me," the voice called out again. I then realised that the voice was behind me and it was obviously directed to me and not someone else.

I turned around preparing myself to tell the person that I had to get home but I never expected to see her.

It was the beautiful woman with the brown curly hair, the flawless skin and legs that went on for miles. She was like one of those models that appeared on the front cover of Vogue and all the other fashion magazines.

"Hello, my name is Heidi and I was wondering if you wanted a tour of Volterra castle." She told me. Suddenly I noticed her eyes. They were an unnatural shade of violet.

Contacts... Why would she wear contacts? I guess they are pretty cool.

"Um..." I stuttered. I had never talked to someone who looked like a model before. "I-I'm sorry, I've really got to get home because I'm already running late."

Heidi's face fell into an unhappy pout.

"Thats a shame. But, it would only take a few minutes!" she advertised.

"I'm really sorry, but I've got to go." Her sad pout returned and I had an urge just to change my mind and follow her on the tour. "Maybe next time." Slowly, I turned around and began rushing off back home.

"Well, until next time!" she called out. As I turned around, I saw her give me a beautiful smile before she melted into the shadows like a ghost that had suddenly disappeared.

I shook my head trying to get the memory out of my head. It was a habit of him but it worked every time when I wanted to forget things. Many people thought I was insane when my parents and my sister had died because I shook my head many times during the first 2 weeks.

Quickly, I glanced down at my watch.

4:02. It's been two minutes. A lot could happen in two minutes like my grandma who had probably now called all police within a 10mile radius of Volterra telling them about my disappearance.

When grandma yells at you, demanding to know where you were, just blame it on your friends. They wanted to catch up. Just blame it on you friends. Keep the rest a secret...

I now really needed to get home before she calls the police in the next town telling them to be on the look for a teenage girl, in a uniform with brown hair.

Chapter 2, now up!

p.s I don't really know if Italian schools have uniforms or not so if anyone knows can you tell me if I got it right?

Chapter 3... coming soon