I ran through the streets and past the clamor. My sneakers barley made a sound.

Dominic followed close behind me.

I thought about what would happen when I got to that place- which was in sight now. I couldn't go inside, nor could I go with in feet of it. They would detect my scent immediately.

I stopped. "That's it," I pointed to the townhouse. "Damien is in there."

"'K, thanks." He ran up to the door and I sped away… again. This was, I hoped, the last time that I was going to have to run away from the same people- er, vampires.

I went into the outskirts of the city for the rest of the night. I caught the scent of a rat while I was walking. (I'd slowed down.) Killing a tiny helpless rat wouldn't be a crime- it would probably be a good thing. Rats, as far as humans were concerned, were a nuisance.

I snatched it and sunk my teeth in. It was not gourmet- it almost tasted disgusting. And, it only took a few seconds for me to suck it dry. That was not what I was expecting.

"Nice," I heard the same musical voice- it was the man, or rather boy.

I could see him now. (Alright- who has seen Spiderman 3? Well if you have, picture Spiderman when he turns bad; his new hair style and his new clothing. And then, instead of the actors face, picture Edward's. I know, HOT! For those of you who don't know- watch the preview. He's sitting at the desk with his legs propped onto it. If you haven't seen it, or you can't, I don't know any other way to describe him. I guess saying that he has an emo or punk look would work… maybe. He's not bi-sexual like most emos' are, though.)

"Well, it was all I could manage." I said, getting defensive- I dropped the dead rat and turned around on my heel.

Guys were no longer important. They were just out to get what they wanted. If a guy really wanted me, he would have to work for it. Girls are not toys. (For you man-whores out there.)

"I wasn't criticizing your taste." He called after me.

"Shut up- you were." I walked faster out of the alley.

"What did I do to you? I saved your life!"

"You did not! Felix wasn't going to kill me…" It was a dead end.

I sighed and jumped to a fire escape. I jumped up on the ledges until I got to the top floor.

He was still following me.

"You're right. He wasn't going to kill you- he was going to ra-,"

"Shut up! And will you please shut down your sick mind?" I cut him off.

"Okay, I can see that you're mad. But can I please know your name?"

"No." I jumped onto the roof.

"Please?" His voice was irresistible- perfect. I was in shock. I'd never met anyone like him. He was TOO perfect; he was impossible.

"Who are you?" I blurted as I ran across the flat roof tops.

He became invisible again. He ran too fast.

A hand shot out of nowhere. It was like a tree branch; it stuck out- knocking me over. There had been a loud crash when I'd hit it.

"I believe that I asked you first." The boy was standing over me.

I hissed and sprang lightly to my feet.

"Amelia." I sputtered.

"Timothy." He said calmly.

"Ok, I told you my name. Can you leave me alone now? I am sick and tired of men!" The last part just came out.

He started to crack up.

I slapped him. "SHUT UP AND GO!" I glared at him.

"Don't take out your bad experiences on me. I didn't do anything to you!"

"You talked to me! I don't even want to talk to my own father! So, will you please go?" I pleaded.

"I will. And, I didn't have that intention. I wasn't trying to seduce you."

"Oh, really? What were you planning to do, then?" I spoke to no one.

I sighed. Yes, he was gone. Hopefully, no one else would disturb me.

"He's such a bitch, isn't he?" Christina walked over to me.

"GO! My god, can't I just have some time to myself? Oh, and, so are you."

"Slut." She muttered.

"Whatever." I got up and jumped of the edge of the building.

I landed gracefully on the stone pavement below. I must have jumped about 5 stories.

I smiled; another advantage to being a vampire.

"The sun is rising you know. I would find shelter." She gave me one last warning.

"They're everywhere," I said to myself. Vampires were everywhere I went, and every single one of them just had to come and talk to me.

Oh, right… shelter… I thought. A hotel would be nice… there was bound to be one in Florence.

I ran until I found one with a gorgeous fountain.

I went into the main lobby.

Everyone spoke Italian. "Crud!" I muttered. Where's Damien when you need him?

By now I was feeling frustrated to the extreme. Maybe I should have stayed with everyone else.

It would be best to go speak English to one of the lobbyists' instead of standing in the doorway like an idiot.

"Excuse me," I smiled an alluring smile, and positioned my body fluidly as I spoke to a male lobbyist. He looked up from his computer and was momentarily stunned. "Do you speak English?" I asked.

"Yes." He said, but with a heavy Italian accent.

"I need a room- I'll be staying for a few days."

"Do you have a reservation?" He asked. I could smell his blood pumping hot and fast underneath his skin.

I resisted the temptation. Later… I told myself.

"No, but I really need some place to stay." I gave him a cute look and a wink.

"Um… Al- Alright. I'll see what I can do."

Men…

"We have a room on the third floor. I'll have someone take your things." He looked down.

"Um… do you have any?"

"I'm ditching someone…" I said quietly.

"Oh, okay then. It's $250 a night, and here's the key. It's room 67." He was about to faint, I could tell by his heart beat.

I'd taken myself too far.

I turned around to the elevators, trying to be clumsy. I wasn't successful. It's too hard to be clumsy when you're graceful.

I heard him collapse and the thud of his body hitting the ground. I couldn't help but giggle.

I got in the elevator and saw the crowd of people hovering over him. I giggled again.

A small bell ringed- signaling that I was on the third floor.

I walked out and saw my room. It was all the way at the end of the hall.

I glanced down the other hall- no one was there.

I ran to my door and quickly opened it.

"Classic," I said under my breath.

The room was paneled in an all white wood with the bathroom door right next to the entrance. Tile covered the entry way and then a light cream colored carpet covered the bedroom. There was two double beds, a bedside table, a lamp, and a dresser sitting in the middle of the room. One stair elevated the small kitchen. There was also a brilliant window that overlooked the beautiful city- a loveseat sat beneath it.

Reluctantly, I pulled the curtains inwards and sat down on one of the beds.

This is going to be a long day… I thought.

I sat thinking about what I could have done differently the past night. I shouldn't have run away… I shouldn't have slapped Timothy… I shouldn't have caused that boy to faint…

The next time I made a decision I would think over it more. I was making mistake after mistake.

"Room service…" I bored maid came in with a frown. The tone of her voice gave off an "I wish I could die," vibe, or a, "God I hate my job," vibe.

"I'm fine." I got up off the bed and faced her.

"Oh, okay then," She yawned and wheeled her cart out of my room.

I spent the rest of the day snooping. I look through the dresser to see if anyone had left anything behind. I looked in the fridge, but being a vampire, I found nothing useful.

Finally, I turned on the T.V. I flipped through the channels; every single one of them was Italian. I made a mental note to learn that language whenever I got the chance. But I could pick out a few words that were in Spanish. None of them made any sense applied to the Spanish grammar.

I sighed and flipped off the T.V. I fell backwards onto one of the beds. Now would have been the perfect time to sleep. Time would pass so much faster only if I could sleep.

I closed my eyes and focused on sleep. I slowed down my breathing- hoping that it would lower my pulse rate…

I cursed under my breath. Even if I did slow down my breathing, nothing would happen because nothing else would slow down. Nothing else would happen because I was one of the eternal damned.

"Damn it!" I slammed my fist down on the night stand. It snapped into two sharp pieces of wood.

I picked one of them up and shoved it into my stomach. But, it healed.

I started to dry sob. Choking down and shoving my head into the pillows I screamed and punched the mattress.

"Why… why?" I repeated in a coarse voice.

There was a light knock on the door. "Amelia? Are you okay? Can I come in?" It was a man's voice, and I knew exactly who it was. But how did he find me?

"No, you can't! Just go away! I don't need anyone- especially someone like you!" I threw a pillow at the door.

"Please, you're being irrational and difficult!" Xavier begged.

"NO!" I screamed.

"Amelia…" He sighed. There was another voice there and then I heard him walk away.

I heard the jingling of a key and I heard Damien's voice.

Damien stormed into the room, followed by an anxious Xavier. "Get up!" Damien commanded. I considered letting him get away with his sudden confidence, but I wasn't in a forgiving mood. Instead I continued to keep my face hidden in the pillows. If he wanted me to get up, or for me to anywhere with him, he'd have to drag me. And since I'd failed at my attempted suicide, I was going insane. I was on the verge of having convulsions.

Get a hold of yourself, get a hold of yourself. I repeated- trying to calm myself.

Someone grabbed the back of my shirt and yanked me off of the bed- I grabbed one of the pillows. I used the pillow the hide my face. "Go away," My voice was muffled. As if he would. I had seen the anger in Damien's eyes, obviously, he was being serious. He wasn't about to let me be stubborn.

Damien yanked the pillow away from me, and slapped me. I was momentarily in a state of shock. Damien, Damien the boy who had seemed so shy and timid had actually slapped me. I hadn't seen this side of him before. I wanted to congratulate him. He'd finally managed to stick up for himself, or had he just been shy at first? That's how most humans would act the first time they met someone. But, I'd had little experience with the ways of other vampires. The Volturi were over-confident, so maybe that was why they weren't shy when I'd first met them. Maybe Damien wasn't a total kiss ass, maybe…

Understanding washed over my face before Damien slapped me in the face. Again. "What the hell is wrong with you? What did you think you were doing? Are you mentally retarded or something? I thought better of you before you started to slam your head against stones. You can't let your memories control your life. I just thought I better tell you this before you lose yourself to it. Now, I just want to know why you left. What have I done wrong? I saved your life for Christ's sake! You need to forgive Xavier, as well. He was only trying to teach you a lesson. And Sicilia was too distracted by her abnormality to ever be able to help you, but it was her dying wish that Xavier raise you well. And so far, I think he's failing. I mean, look at you!" He glared at me- his golden eyes smoldering.

Damien's words hurt me, even though they were true. They wouldn't have hurt as much if they hadn't came from him. I had hated him at first, but they say that you hate the people that are the most like you. So, was he like me? Was he more human than that of the average vampire?

I shook my head fiercely to clear my chaotic train of thought. Damien gave me a confused look, and then he held my face between his cold hands. "Amelia," he breathed, looking down in disapproval. "I only meant to point out you incompetence at the moment."-he shook his head slowly- "You are unstable. Perhaps you should sit down now." Damien was right. The room began to tilt at the oddest angle- as Damien had released my face. Stone hands caught me around the waist before everything went black.