Chapter 5.81293081

I opened my eyes slowly. There was ugly navy blue upholstery in front of my nose, and something tan behind it, but everything was out of focus. I was sitting up. Someone had to have put me here. I shook my head a little more, and everything instantly cleared. I was on an airliner. The ugly upholstery was the seat. The tan thing behind it was the wall, and the closed window. Well, that still leaves a horde of questions. Who put me here? Why can't I remember anything? Where am I going? And, if I'm in the window seat, who am I sitting with…?

I turned my head slowly around. In the other two seats were…. Monks? They were wearing identical heavy black-brown robes with hoods that covered their faces. One seemed taller and thicker than the other. The only exposed skin I could see was their hands, which were deathly white…

…And it hit me. I was taken by two pairs of white hands. I couldn't see the rest of the people. These were my kidnappers! But why would monks want to kidnap me?

The skinnier one turned to glance at me and saw me staring at him. And I was staring. It was him. He was one of the ones I had nightmares about since That Dark Day, seven years ago. He was with the Volturi. He killed my mother.

"What's your name?" I asked. My voice quivered slightly. He lowered his hood.

"Demetri." His voice had an Italian accent, like I remembered. This was like a terrible Déjà vu.

"Who are you talking to- Ah, our young charge is awake." He winked at me, and shook his hood off, too. I remembered him as well. He was there with Demetri, two young vampires (that looked like twins), and two older-looking male vampires; one with long white hair, and one with long dark hair.

"Why did you take me?" I demanded. Demetri frowned, and they both turned away. I huffed, and grabbed a magazine out of the rack. It was in Italian.

"We're going to Italy?" I exclaimed. The other one nodded. "What's your name?" I asked him.

He turned to Demetri "Devo dirle?"

Demetri shrugged "Si, ho fatto."

"Felix. My name is Felix." He replied in accented English.

"Saremo sbarco in dieci minuti. Cinture di sicurezza, per favora." Seeing that this meant absolutely nothing to me, I nervously looked around the cabin, and jumped every time there was a loud noise or a shift in elevation. I nearly pissed myself when the plane bumped to a landing and taxied into the terminal. The seatbelt sign was turned off and the few other people started to get up. Demetri gently reached for my hand and led me into the aisle and off the plane. He and Felix put their hoods up. I felt like an idiot; me- wearing a gold and ivory ruffled dress, shiny gold combat boots, mussed hair, eyes half-closed, holding hands with a monk.

"What airport are we in?" I asked sleepily. The lights were too bright and it felt too cold. My head was hurting.

"Amerigo Vespucci. Florence. It's an hour and a half drive to-" Felix cut Demetri off with a look. I barely glanced at my surroundings as I was led out of the airport. It looked pre-dawn, but there was a nice breeze that smelled fresh.

We were in a parking garage. A luxury parking garage. In the first rows, I recognized a Rolls Royce, a Jaguar, and a Lamborghini. We walked down the rows to a sleek black car. Felix unlocked it and held the rear door open for me. I let go of Demetri's hand and winked at Felix as I climbed in. He chuckled and climbed into the front seat. Demetri had slid in beside him.

Felix started driving. I felt numb. I was in Italy with two vampires that helped slaughter my mother. No one else knew where I was. I was being taken to (assumedly) the Volturi Castle… To die.

Felix and Demetri were murmuring in Italian in the front seat. I didn't bother putting a seatbelt on. A car crash wouldn't kill a vampire, or a vampire-human-god. Especially not a vampire-human-god. Slicing-and-burning a vampire-human-god would kill one, though.

I drifted into a light uneasy sleep. Thoughts, memories continued to swirl around my skull, but I was still so tired…