Finally, a new chapter has arrived. I'm going to join the long list of fanfic authors who lamely spout excuses for not updating in months. Seriously though, it's a pretty good one- this chapter was written a long time ago but was saved to a different computer, one which I do not have access to right now, so I had to re-write it (!!) and I think we can all sympathize with how much that sucks. I was going to drop it, but all the reviews and alerts gnawed at my guilt until finally I decided to just re-do it, no matter how painful. Savor the flavor, everyone- I now present the long-awaited fourth chapter.

It was now or never. The sky grew darker with each passing moment and the only bit of light left was obstructed by thick clouds. I walked over to my closet and retrieved my black trench coat and a small messenger bag from my top drawer. I dumped the bags contents on my bed, emptying it completely. The phone rang and sprinted towards it, answering before the first ring had ended.

"Hello?" I asked, irritated at the timing. My father's voice responded, inquiring about my plans for the night.

"I think I'm just going to hang out here, finish unpacking my clothes- nothing too strenuous. Maybe watch some TV if I wanna get wild." I pulled the kitchen curtain back, half expecting to see the Cullen coven approaching for ambush. If I was going to succeed, I'd have to be quick, and quiet.

My father accepted my answer and informed me that he wouldn't be home until very late, as he was working on a stack of paper for hunting permits. We said goodnight and I proceeded to head out the door.

The crisp night air refreshed me, focusing me on my goal. I ran swiftly, blowing past the endless trees like a gust of wind, keeping away from the roads and houses.

I stopped a mile from the house, perking my senses. No one seemed to be home and the only pastime I knew of for a vampire was hunting. Rain began to pelt down as I entered the impressively sized house, surprised by it's openness. I quickly swiped the first two levels, finding nothing.

The first door I opened on the third floor was the only bedroom in the house not to contain a bed. I walked over to a huge assortment of neatly organized CDs, throwing them carelessly on the floor one by one, searching. I glanced at a few before tossing them over my shoulder. "Elvis Presley and Neil Diamond? Ew."

Great taste, grandpa."



I let out a frustrated breath and moved on to the next room, an office. There was a large collection of books and paintings, one in particular catching my eye.

Framed in gold and depicted as angels, the three Volturi floated along the clouds as Greek Gods. I let out a low hiss as I stared into their crimson eyes, my lips curling back in disgust. I let my fingers graze over their demonic faces before digging my nails into the canvas and shredding it.

With renewed anger I ransacked the books, breaking a few of the shelves in my impatience. But it was in the top desk drawer that I found what I had been looking for… the diary of Carlisle Cullen. Every aspect of the Volturi recorded, the inner most workings of a vampire laid out in black and white. Priceless.

My hand shook as I held it up to my face, examining the dark leather binding and faded yellow pages. I tucked it safely in my bag, looking back at the disaster of a room. Upon turning around for the door, a deathly white hand collided with my face, sending me staggering backwards a few steps. I raised my head to see the tall, blond Cullen girl standing before me, arms folded neatly across her chest. "Can I help you find something?" she asked cheekily.

"No thanks. I've already got it" I replied before literally throwing the desk at her. It shattered on impact and I used the quick distraction as an opportunity to back hand her sideways into the nearest wall. She quickly recovered and went for my throat, wrapping her hands around my neck and shoving me back. I thrust myself forward, pushing her through the door and, twisting her long golden hair around my right hand, flung her head first into the hallway wall. I quickly made my way down the stairs, only stopping when I nearly ran into the chest of a huge dark-haired male.

"I don't have time for this" I spat, punching him in the jaw with all of the force my body could manage, sending him flying through the glass wall of the living room. "Dammit" I muttered as the remaining Cullen's suddenly appeared. 7 to 1.

The tiny pixie-like girls stepped forward, looking at me but speaking to the others. "See? Told you" she said matter-of-factly, looking down at the bag in my hands.

"Would you like to explain what you're doing raiding my home?" one of them asked- a blond, professionally dressed male. His voice was calm and authoritive.

"Just taking the tour. I love the décor. White on white, very in right now" I responded, my hands sarcastically framing the room, as if I were about to take a 

picture. The bronze-haired boy to my left seemed to be concentrating very hard on something, seeming frustrated as he glared at my head.

The male who had spoken to me took a step forward, holding out his hand. "Would you mind returning the diary you took?"

I smiled sweetly, "Not at all." My hands clung tighter to the bag. "Oh wait, yes I would." He took another few steps towards me, as if he planned to quickly snatch it back. Suddenly the other blond hair lunged forward and I spun around to kick him, successfully knocking him to the floor. I placed my foot on his shoulder, pinning him down. "Stay" I commanded, as if speaking to a dog.

He glared up at me in rage, seeming to lose a bit of control. But it was at that moment I suddenly felt calmer, more sluggish and relaxed. I lifted my foot off of him and backed up a step. "Cute trick" I added, looking back to the leader as if a brilliant idea had just struck me. "How about we make a deal? You back off, and I won't kill you. Sound good?" I was either going to get the diary to a safe point where I could study it's contents, or die trying.

"We don't wish to harm you. We only ask that you return what you have taken, and explain your actions" he replied smoothly.

"I've never been one to converse with dead people. I much rather like hitting them."

"You won't win" he stated coolly.

"Yeah? Wanna test that theory?" The big one looked as if he did.

Thanks for reading! I've been writing like crazy this weekend- I'm expecting the burnout effect any moment now. Alright, 10-4, I'm off to start a new chapter for another one of my stories- and I'm out of Red Bull. Reviews always welcome :)