Hey! I've written a couple stories like this before but they were on a different account or a deleted them, oops! First one I've sat down to write in a looooong time.

typical A/N being that i have zero rights to the Twilight story I've just pinched the characters for a little while. :)

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Dimitri left after we stood looking out into Volterra for what felt like hours, leaving me with instructions to freshen up. I showered and then spent a good half an hour looking for the most modest items of clothing in the fully stocked wardrobe and trust me when I tell you it was near impossible, giving up I settled for leggings and a sweater I'd brought from home. I paced up and down the wall of books, taking in every book title before deciding instead to just flop back on the bed, I sent pillows flying which made it that much more fun before crawling under the comfiest blankets I'd ever had the pleasure of touching.

I was awoken by the sound of several throats being cleared, the blinds had been drawn and, the room was lit dimly by two lamps casting silhouettes of Aro, Caius and Marcus up onto the walls as they shifted slightly. Dimitri stood on the opposite side of the room to the three brothers arms folded over his chest, as if he was staying out of the way; his eyes were brighter he'd probably just fed, there was something about him.
"Isabella, its time." Aro announced like a small child ready for Christmas.
The three brothers shifted, Marcus at the foot of the bed, Caius to the left and Aro stood by my head to the right.
"You will receive six clean bites, two from each of us. That should speed the process up for you but it will hurt regardless." Caius spoke with no compassion as he raised my left wrist to his mouth, I felt my heartbeat quicken and he smirked up at Aro. "So, she does fear." He added.
"Not for long, brothers. Soon she will fear nothing." Marcus spoke matter of fact, adjusting the end of my pants allowing for access to my flesh.
"We shall wait no longer," Aro's words were final,

The bites felt hot, like lava was being poured into each one. I had few memories about my time with James in the ballet studio, most had been blocked out by choice but it was as if the brothers brought it all to the surface. I wanted to scream and cry, instead I bit my lip and waited until I passed out.

"Shouldn't she be screaming or something?" Came the voice of someone I hadn't met yet.
"Jane dear, I believe she is far stronger than any of us realise. However you must leave us now. Dimitri, you too." Aro responded to the new voice, Jane.
"Brother, let the boy stay." Marcus argued and even in the state I was I flooded with relief.
"Marcus, brother there is plenty of time for him later." Aro argued back.
"Aro, I saw what I saw. I say the boy stays." Marcus stood firm.
"Oh for the love of Lucifer, quit your bickering its not like the boy has anything else to do anyway." Caius sounded like he had cut Aro off before he could retaliate.

Aro, Caius and Marcus spent a lot of time hovering around while I cooked from the inside out over the next few days, although I'm not sure Dimitri left once. The burning sensation felt like a yoyo, sometimes it'd be in my chest and then it'd move down my leg, back up to my neck, down my arm to every fingertip; while it was one of the hottest heats I had ever felt, it didn't compare to the first bite I had received from James that night in Phoenix. Sometimes it felt as if it were getting better while other times felt as if I were being launched into the fiery pits of hell.
Focus; focus on anything else. Get your shit together. I thought on repeat.

Time had no meaning to a vampire in transition but on what felt like my fourth day Aro was back with a woman I assumed was his wife, Dimitri stood off to the side as usual and yet he still managed to have Aro on his case.
"Dimitri boy, you must feed." Aro encouraged, as if trying to get him to leave.
He was met with silence; my heartbeat was erratic by now; sometimes beating two beats per minute while other times beating two hundred as I still tried to fight the venom that coursed through every inch of my veins.

The day was coming to a close and I was getting right pissed at this whole transition thing.
Speed up the process, Caius had claimed.
Most vampire transformations took about three days, I had nearly been burning for what felt like five and as if thinking that had triggered it, I was struck by a white-hot burning sensation; everywhere. I trembled almost as if I was seizing. I no longer heard any of the conversations that went on around me, couldn't even hear my heartbeat. Did I still have a heartbeat? Was I dead yet? I struggled to open my eyes, move my fingers or toes. Nothing. I felt nothing.

I thought maybe the pain had finally blocked out my senses or maybe the change was coming to an end or worse; failing.

After what felt like years of hot blazing heat burning through my flesh, my hearing was the first to return but with it came no heartbeat.
"Is the transition over? The heart no longer beats!" Caius, impatient, enraged or both.
"Isabella, if you can hear me you need to open your eyes." A soft voice, possibly one of the wives; I struggled to no avail to get my eyes to open or my limbs to move.
"This is ridiculous! It has been seven days!" Aro. Seven days? How was that even possible?
I listened to the useless arguing between the brothers and anyone else that filled the room; however the one voice I found myself yearning for was the only voice that did not fill the air.

Finally I began to feel tensed muscles release, and the heat was flooded by cold. Hands clenched the sheets beneath me and I could suddenly feel each individual cotton thread, the room filled with the overpowering scent of wild flowers – the stinky kind, gross. The conversations down on the street below sounded as if they were in the room with us, two women arguing over a patterned scarf as the seller tried to bargain a much higher price than it was worth. The conversations in the room were trivial; the woman's voice I'd heard earlier was discussing the details of a planned shopping trip while a male voice commandeered the rest of the room with discussions of his last hunt. Next step was opening my eyes, slowly with the exception of eyelids I remained unmoving in the hope that no one would notice. Even in the dim lit room my eyesight was much clearer than I could have imagined, everything seemed brighter, more vibrant; I guess that's why the lamp was on so low.

"Isabella my dear, welcome home." I turned my head to the voice, Aro; if I'd been human I probably would have given myself whiplash.
I sat slowly, as I moved I could feel every muscle twitch and spasm from the movement.
"About time, jeez." One of the voices I hadn't recognised spoke and I hissed in return.
"Calm, Isabella." Aro moved to stand in front of me; he placed a hand on either cheek moving my face to look up at him. "Incredible," he muttered barely above a whisper.

"Everybody out," Marcus instructed from behind Aro. "Isabella is going to want her space."
The room slowly emptied until the only ones left were the brothers and of course, Dimitri; I ached to search the room for him regardless of the fact that I somehow knew exactly where he stood. Aro still held of my face in his hands and I was desperate to part from him as if sensing this he stepped back, releasing my face. I rose up, taking a second to look down at the parts of my arms that weren't covered; the bites on my wrists shone silvery against my otherwise pale flesh. A clearing of ones throat reminded me of the reason I stood to begin with. I spun in the direction of the sound and before I registered what I was doing, I had launched myself over the bed and straight for Dimitri's chest; we collided with force, Dimitri faltered as he took a step back arms wrapped around my waist while mine held his shoulders.
Dear God, he smells divine. I found myself thinking.
Holy hell, she smells like heaven. I heard a voice that wasn't my own, panicked I flinched back; out of his reach.
My eyes ran over his face, hurt and fear mixed into one expression; perhaps he thought he had held to tight, now that was laughable.
"Isabella…" Aro started and then stopped as I raised a single finger, head tilted to the side I couldn't seem to pull my gaze from Dimitri.
"What," I faltered, the sound of my voice silkier than it once was. "What exactly do I smell like?" If Dimitri had been human the colour would have drained from his face, as a vampire his eyes widened and all expression fell from his face.
"You, you heard that?" His eyes, which I noticed were the colour of night, grew wider if possible.
"Uh-huh."

"Isabella," Caius was at my side, a hand on my shoulder. "Come, you must want to see yourself!" He gave a slight tug, insisting that I follow.

"Did I just…?" The question hung in the air as Caius pulled me further from Dimitri.
"Yes." Dimitri responded following Caius, Marcus and Aro as all four of us traipsed into the bathroom. A hand slipped over my eyes, stopping me from seeing my reflection as I stopped in front of the full length mirror.
"Are you ready?" Aro, sounding like a child asked.
"As I'll ever be, I guess." The hand lifted away from my eyes and I was left staring into a pair of eyes that I didn't recognise, raising a hand to touch my cheek confirming that they were indeed my eyes.
"How is this possible?" I asked, running a finger under my left eye and then my right. Closest to the pupil was the most vibrant blue I had ever seen before, similar to that of the ocean we flew over to get here, wrapped around that was a ring of emerald green and then finally furthest from the pupil was an incredible ring of golden brown.
"Impossible," I murmured again.

Looking up to the reflection of the three brothers stood behind me, Marcus had a hand on my shoulder while Aro held the other, Caius standing to the side of Aro; I frowned as I watched what looked like a single strand of silver thread wound its way around all three brothers moving in what could only be described as a three-way infinity symbol, more confusing again was the vibrant blue strand that entwined itself through the silver.
"How can this be?" I whispered, more to myself than anyone else.
"Isabella, what is it?" Marcus asked with compassion.
"I don't understand, there's this silver and blue thread floating, circling us. But there's nothing here?" I raised a hand moving through the blue thread as if to prove a point but it just continued swirling.
"It would appear our Isabella has proven to be quite the talent already." Aro mused, cryptically. "Come, Heidi should have our guests in the great hall by now; let us feed first."

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