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Finally after walking for what seemed like hours we arrived at a door that I had never seen before. The whole way I was accompanied by both Felix and Demetri. Both guards seemed to be enjoying the journey a little too much. Felix held my right arm and Demetri the other; mutually their grips caused excruciating pain and made my arms go numb after a little way into our trip. When we reached our destination I looked at the door curiously.

"This isn't the throne room," I said starring up at Felix because Demetri the preferable one had disappeared once we reached the door.

"Nice observation bungler," Felix resounded reaching for the door knob and opening the door.

"Ever so polite," I told him as he motioned for me to enter the room. I stood just past the door frame scanning the outstanding but normal for the Volturi décor. To my surprise and relief the room was empty.

"Stay put," Felix spat and shut the door leaving me alone. I checked the door handle but not to my astonishment it was locked. I glanced around the room to observe what looked to be some sort of study. Books lined the far wall to my left, a big mahogany writing desk was over to my right, but in front of me was an astonishing window overlooking the same courtyard as my room. The room also occupied a leather couch and coffee table and an old fashioned student writing desk made of wood … Wait that desk looks awfully familiar, I swear I have seen it before…

"A little small but it will do," said a voice behind me that I recognized the moment I heard it. Caius. I whip around to see him standing in the door frame with his devious smirk. My first thoughts are to run but where to, so I settle for being as pleasant as possible.

"Ah Caius! Lovely to see you," I say with a smile.

"Don't mock me girl, and its sir or master to you," he alleged smirking waiting for my smart mouth reply but I wasn't going to give it to him.

"Of course sir and I didn't mean to mock," I replied seeing his furious eyes when he didn't get a reaction out of me. I continued to look at him showing none of my scheming demeanors.

"Right," he said eyeing me curiously and then scanning the room only to place his eyes on what I was looking at moments earlier.

"Do you recognize it?" demanding my attention to the small student desk.

"What? The desk? No sir I don't," I said even though I do recognize I just can't put my finger on it.

"Why don't you go look at it," Caius softly said smirking and he glided over the sofa and sat down starring me down to see what I would do. I can't help but think whatever he wants me to see isn't going to be pleasant. Hoping something doesn't jump out at me I walk slowly and cautiously over to the desk placed by the book covered wall in the corner by the window, glancing back a few times to a composed Caius sitting starring me down intently. I reach the desk starring at the wood top that fold up to hold students stuff. I turn around.

"What exactly am I looking at?" I question him who is still seated.

"Look closely," is all he says in return. So I turn back around and scan my eyes along the wood. Then I see it. A gold plate that bares the words 'In Memory of Skylarinna Davenport 1995-2008' my heart stops. This was my desk at my school, that's why I recognize it.

"Open it," Caius demands who is now leaning against the book shelves observing my reaction. I obey and open the wood top with a creek. All my old possessions seem to be in the same location as when I left it about five years ago. The school hadn't cleaned out my desk or used it for all this time. The contents include some writing and coloring utensils, paper, a math and history book, a ruler, and a photo of my parents smiling like they used to. I observed each object running my finger tips over each one. Then I saw plastered the underside of the desk top is my parents and mine obituary baring a photo of our used to be happy family. I scanned the text

'Skylarinna Davenport has been confirmed dead after her used to be twin said he eye witnessed the two men, one going by the name of Jeremy, murdered his parents, injure him and kill his sister. Skylarinna who used to go by Sky was murdered on her thirteenth birthday along with her parents Clarence and Lorraine Davenport. Police are still searching for her body but the recovery isn't looking to magnificent. She is described as being a well-behaved sweet little girl. She was loved by all who knew her in the community and will be truly missed. One of her former teachers made a statement at the girls closed casket funeral, "She was such a joy to have in class, and she was always excited to learn. She had a great home life and her brother and she were glued at the hip. It must be hard for him." Skylarinna was an astonishing little girl it's a shame we won't be able to see what she would have become. She is in no doubt with her loving parents waiting for her beloved brother.'

A picture of my parents and my funeral was also stuck to the desk. In the picture it showed three caskets being lowered into the ground with my thirteen year old brother crying the hardest I have ever seen him. Tears were streaming uncontrollably down my face.

"Touching isn't it?" said Aro who must have walked into the room while I had read the article.

"Must be weird to see your own obituary, when you are so much alive," he said walking slowly over to me. Using my hand I wiped the tears from my cheeks, slammed the desk shut, and turned to look at both of the vampires. Caius is still leaning against the books; Aro is much closer than I expected forcing me to jump a little when I came face to face with him. He is bent down so we were eye level boring his red into my still wet swollen eyes. I took a few steps back colliding with the desk.

"Why did you show me that? How did you know? How did you get it? I don't understand? Did you steal it? Why did…" I began to babble when Aro pressed a single finger to my lips. I assumed that's a sign to be quit, so I obeyed.

"Silence," he spoke and removed his finger. He straightened out of his bent down position, and grabbed me under the shoulder rather roughly. Leading me to the leather couch he threw me down on it and stayed standing in front of me. Caius moved next to him and sat on the wooden coffee table staring intently. I tried extra hard to not make eye contact with either one of them, looking fixedly at the ground. It was similar to the marble tiling in the throne room but had a little more white to it. I wonder how much it costs to have all marble flooring; they must have a ton of…

"Miss. Davenport, are you even listening?" questioned Aro a little too softly. He and Caius both looked very annoyed. I looked up,

"Yes."

"I see," said Aro with a sarcastic smirk.

"What did I say then?" he pressed looking at me triumphantly.

"Um… You wer- you were… um," I bit my lip drifting my eyes to glance at Caius who was doing his famous sneer.

"Talking about the weather," I said smiling. He didn't find it amusing. He grabbed my chin roughly forcing me to look at him.

"You're digging yourself a bigger and bigger hole here, you know that? Now what was I talking about?" Aro said keeping his grasp on my chin.

"I don't know," I said barely a whisper but I knew he heard me.

"You hear that brother? She can tell the truth," Aro said letting go of my chin and turning toward Caius who was looking a little enthusiastic.

"I will train her to say nothing but the truth brother," was Caius's reply which spent a shiver down my spine. He was going to train me? Like hell he would! Aro chuckled and replied,

"I trust you."

Aro returned his attention back to me.

"You see my pet what I was saying is-"

"Don't call me that."

"Excuse me," Aro wrinkled his forehead looking like my father would when he was scolding me, but my father wasn't this scary.

"Pet. I'm not your pet. Don't call me that," I said rather politely for me but I have a feeling it wouldn't matter how I say it. Caius rose from his seated position and slapped me across the face faster than I could even process. My cheek began to burning the taste of iron filling my mouth; he must have hit me so hard that my teeth cut my cheek. I grasped my red-hot cheek and closed my watering eyes as Caius spoke.

"You will learn manners and learn your place! My brothers may put up with insolent little children but I will not! We will call you whatever and do whatever we please to you! The sooner you get that in your childish head the better!" I was shaking as hard as I think possible. Caius was screaming into my ear, and I didn't dare begin to argue. When he finally stopped I opened my eyes to see that he was no longer in the room. Aro stood staring at me curiously.

"What I was trying to say was that you will be taking educational classes from your Master Caius, Italian lessons from your Master Marcus and fighting lessons from a guard member Alec," said Aro evenly. I open my mouth to argue about going to "vampire school" but Aro spoke again.

"Don't argue. You're not getting out of it. Your education was cut when you were only thirteen. Knowledge is important, and you now live in Italy you need to know the local language."

Before I could even ask any questions he was walking toward the door.

"Wait! How did you know?"

"You know the answer to that," Aro replied. He was about to walk out but then stopped and said over his shoulder,

"Don't think you got away with earlier events, we will talk about that later."