AN: Yes thank you I do realize that the last author's note I wrote was ridiculously retarded. Haha! Oh well it made people laugh (especially me) so it's ok. Anyways here is the next chapter so please read, enjoy, review, repeat etc. Any predications, comments, or questions? Post it in a review sil vous plait!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or New Moon or anything else belonging to Stephenie Meyer.
So soft….the bed was so soft. I absolutely did not want to get up. I rolled over sighing, nestling into the silky pillows and drawing the silken comforter around myself. I sighed again annoyed by the thought of getting up. I would have to get up, clean myself, get dressed, make breakfast, rush off to school for a day of boring, mind numbing, and useless studying.
I could feel the sunlight streaming through the window, burning behind my eyelids urging me to get up. A soft breeze came along with it and played in my hair.
Relishing in the peace of the moment a small smile grew on my lips. It wasn't really big enough to be considered a smile, but it was close.
Unfortunately, the moment had to end. I knew that if I wanted to make it to school on time I would have to get up. Now.
But then slowly, something dawned over me. Sudden realizations seeping through my mind.
My sheets weren't silk.
It was supposed to be rainy, not sunny.
And I hadn't left my window open last night.
In fact, I didn't remembering being in my room at all last night.
My eyes snapped open as the memories floated through my head. The airport. The beyond beautiful man. The red eyes. And a cunning and biting remark.
"Well that's what you get for falling in love with a vampire."
I slowly pulled the comforter (which at the time was not all that comforting to the thoughts in my head) down over my face. I noticed, while doing this the color of it.
Blood red.
I took this as a very foreboding sign.
And with good reason once I saw what surrounded me.
I was in a huge king size bed with blood red sheets. All the decorative pillows were black. The walls were the same color red, with a painted design of black flowers. There was a huge black wardrobe against one wall, a large square glass table with chairs on each side, and an open doorway leading into what looked to be a bathroom. The room itself was massive in its entirety. And if we're going to start talking about massive, I should probably mention the lock on the door.
This thing was HUGE! It was the kind of lock that you don't even bother trying to break or open because it's so intimidating. One with a large, weird hole that only a certain type of key will fit into. It was obvious that the lock was meant to keep something in or out of this room. I could only guess which one.
I heard a tapping noise, like something hard hitting against something else that was hard. It wasn't until my teeth began to ache that I realized the sound was coming from my teeth chattering.
And then I heard the chuckling.
I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. The self-assured humor in his faint laugh, and the deep, rich sound of his voice gave him away. I knew it was him. And I knew that he had brought me here, wherever here might be.
And so preparing myself for the ruthless, dangerous, gorgeous ruby eyes, I turned to look at him.
He was standing by the open glass doors that led out to the balcony, which I could now see was the source of sun and wind. He was just leaning against the wall by the curtain chuckling. He was the first thing that caught my attention. But I soon realized not the most important thing.
Because as I was staring at him I saw the view from the balcony. It was a beautiful sight. From this room you could see a large and magnificent garden. The garden was filled with bushes and flowers of every kind. Roses, tulips, azaleas, lilacs, orchids, purple cone flowers were among some that I could name. It was breathtaking.
And right beyond this enchanting garden you could see very clearly the ancient stone walls of the city of Volterra.
