The moment Talia slumped over onto the floor, I scooped her up and ran to my room. I would explain things to Aro and the rest of them later. I walked into my room and turned the gas lamps on low. I laid her down softly on to the bed and sat there trying to sort things out in my mind. I didn't have much time to myself before my father came through the door.

"What are you doing?" He asked in a whisper. "They are furious at you. You know better than to go in there when they are "eating." I know that you find their way of life horrible, as do I, but that doesn't mean we can take their sustenance away from them."

"Dad, please don't. Not now." I pleaded.

"Yes now. What was going through your head? You don't even know this girl."

"Yes I do. I met her in England right before we left. Her name is Talia and when I saw her in there earlier, I couldn't bear to see her die." My father's face lightened at this. He was always a sucker for love and compassion. But, I really did love her. I knew I didn't know much about her, but there was something; like love at first site, which I had never believed in before, about her that made me feel like I could never live without her. How I had before I never knew.

"Alright, Chase, I will take care of this. I'll calm them down and see if I can help her, but if they decide to kill her, I'm sorry, but there will be nothing I can do about that." I slowly nodded my head as he walked out the door.

I didn't care what they decided; if they wanted to kill her, I would run. I know it's not the bravest thing to do, but if I want her alive, what other choice did I have. Once I made that decision, I laid down next to her and watch her body move slowly up and down.

She seemed so at peace, but on her forehead there was a small crease like she still knew what was waiting for her when she woke up. I picked up a few strands of her hair and started to twirl it around and play with them. The color was beautiful; it was a deep red, like a rose. Her hair matched her rosy cheeks. I remembered her eyes were a chocolaty brown, and if couldn't say rose enough, her blood smelled like one.

She moved a bit closer to me in her sleep and moaned. She was probably going to wake up soon. I wish my father would hurry up.

I never wanted to leave London. I never wanted to leave her, but my father had heard of The Volturi. They are very interested in Dr. Carlisle Cullen, but could care less about his son. I'm just the follower of his beliefs, of his choice to feed on animals instead of humans. He did have a tough time though converting me.

I remember not knowing him for my entire child hood. He had been changed when I was one and not until I was eighteen did I run into him. The first time I met him was in a hospital in England. I had pneumonia and things weren't looking good. When he read my name on my papers and saw my parent's names, he almost had a died...if he could've. One night when no one was around, he told me all about him and me being delirious from my illness believed him. He didn't want to change me at first, but when things started going down hill, he quickly took me away and changed me. I've been eighteen for about 100 years. There is no one that I would rather be with for an eternity, then him and most recently Talia.

I felt a movement next to me. I looked down in time to see her eyes flutter open. At first she was disoriented, but after rubbing her eyes and looking around for a little, finally spotting me, her mouth opened and a horriably high pitched scream came out. She moved away from me falling off the bed in the process.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door open. My father rushed in and cupped his hand over her mouth, she still screamed anyway. He bent down to her ear and almost whispered:

"It's alright, we're not going to hurt you. Please calm down, and we can explain everything to you."

She quieted finally, and he gentaly lifted his hand. He motioned for her to sit back on to the bed, but when she wouldn't he just picked her up like a child and sat her down.

"Now, what you saw in there and what you probably assumed...is true. We are vampires, as crazy as that sounds. Now some of us, meaning Chase and myself, have decided to choose something else for our diet. We do not harm humans, instead we satisfy ourselves with animals. The Volturia, the vampires that rule this place, have decided not to kill you." I sighed a sigh of relief, but it was a very short moment.

"But, we must change you immediatly, if you continue to live, they will kill you. I'm going to leave this up to you. I wouldn't suggest running...they will find you. I'm sorry you have been put into this position." He glanced, almost glared at me.

She was silent for a very long time. When she opened her mouth to speak, it was so quiet, I, who has amazing hearing, could barely hear her.

"I guess I don't really have a choice. I don't want to die, and running will just prolong my iminate death. So, you must change me."

So quiet these words were, but she was so sure of them. Her voice did not shake or faulter, but it did not have any life to it. It was flat and monotone. She was not happy about the choice she just made. This made me sad. Even though I did not want this fate for her, would she not be happy to stay with us...stay with me for the rest of her life. I guess she did not return my feelings, and then, I noticed something that confirmed my notion.

I ring on her third finger on her left hand. My heart...if I had one, plumeted to my stomach.

"Well," My father said in a sigh. "We'll change you in the morning."

"Morning?" She questioned. "What time is it?"

"Almost two in the morning." He walked to the door. "I truely am sorry of what has happened." He then shut the door leaving us alone.

We were silent for an unmeasurable amount of time. I then felt a shake that vibrated the bed. I turned to look at her and found her crying. I might have scared her, now that she knew what i was, but it was instinct to hug her.

"What's wrong?" I asked, I knew the answer she was upset with her horrible fate. When she finally calmed down enough to speak she said:

"Why weren't you there, Why...didn't you...come back?" She asked through tiny harsh intakes of breath. "I kept on hoping you would be there...when I turned a corner...or...looked behind me, but...you weren't."

I didn't know what to say. I was hopeless when a girl cried. My white flag was up and waving. "I didn't have a choice." I finally said. "I wanted to stay, but my father wouldn't allow it. He said it wasn't wise to socialize with a human. I guess he was right."

"Rather...silly of me...to think that you would...acctually stay...for me. I mean...w..wh..why would you stay for some...g..gir..girl you just met. I even held on to the smallest of hopes that you...would be there at the wedding. That you would...c..come and save me, and I wouldn't have to marry that horrible man." The crying was starting to become to much for her.

"So, you don't love him."

She couldn't speak she just shook her head, and through her ring into the dark corner of the room. Even though she was crying, I was happy, she didn't love who ever this man was.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there. I would've burst through those doors if I would've known." I paused unsure if I should say something. I mustered up the courage to do so. "I...I love you, Talia." I didn't wait for a response. I lifted her wet, tear stained face up and towards mine.

I didn't know how long her lips were crushed to mine, but I loved every minute of it. Most people would think it impossible for some to love another when they had only talked to them once. Even when I thought it, I thought I was crazy, but I knew. I knew from the minute I saw her eyes. Something in them told me that I needed her and she needed me. When we finally broke apart she laughed. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.

"I love you too, Chase Cullen" She smiled at me and I knew that we would be together forever.