I do not own Twilight.


A week had gone by. My head was buried deep into my sopping wet pillow. This was it. The day I had been dreading for a week. The Volturi were coming. I didn't dress up, so all I wore was a pair of long jean shorts and a dark forest green tank top. Good enough, right? Right. After all, it shouldn't matter. I was just their lab rat, guinea pig, whatever you want to call it.

"Nessie?" My mother's soothing voice broke my train of thought. I sat up and glanced expectantly at the door. She stepped in along with Laurel. My mother wore black pants with a white silk top. Laurel wore jean shorts (like me) and a pink V-neck with white underneath it.

"Are you okay," Laurel asked, walking over and pulling me into a hug.

I nodded, wiping away my tears. "Uh... allergies..."

"Don't lie to me," Laurel urged. "I know when you're lying."

I shook my head. "It's nothing." Encouraging smile. "Really."

She eyed me suspiciously but eventually stood up and walked out.

"So what'd you need?" I asked my mom.

With a brush of her ivory hand, she pulled her dark brown hair into a neat ponytail before I had time to blink. "I just wanted to tell you... they'll be here in about two minutes..."

I stood up and brushed myself off. "Okay. Alright. Let's go." I stomped down the stairs, anger clear in my eyes. If they wanted a lab rat, here I am... Here I am...

"Renesmee," my father greeted me as I walked down the stairs. "Bella." He smiled at my mother, making her smile back.

Scanning the windows, I could see a short line of black out the window. They were here, though they were approaching at human speed.

"Dad...," I whispered. "They're... they're here..."

He glanced out the window, his eyes narrowing at the sight.

"Of course. Emmett! Rosalie! Alice! Jasper! Carlisle! Esme! Laurel!"

They all assembled downstairs in a straight line similar to the Volturi's. Jake and Leah stayed home... we figured it would be safer that way. As I turned to look at my family, someone else was standing with them.

"Who invited you?!" I snapped.

"Nessie, don't be that way," Ethan smirked. "I just figured you'd want someone else."

I stepped closer towards him. "We're one of the largest covens of vampires beneath the Volturi. I think we'll be okay without you."

"Oh?" he challenged. "Really? Look, I'm helping you here."

"No you're not!"

"I don't think you're being very appreciative."

"Appreciative?"

"You should be thanking me."

"Thanking you?"

"For helping your family. And most of all, you."

I picked up a vase sitting on the coffee table. "Here, Ethan. Take this. Take this and shove it up your---"

"Renesmee!" my father scolded. He deserved it, I thought. I hung my head and threw the vase at the wall. That earned me a glare from Aunt Rosalie, who had gone all the way to Milan to buy that. Oh well. I would pay for that later.

"Hello Cullens!"

A man in a black cloak with bleach blond hair entered the room. His eyes were a burning crimson, and his light pink lips were pulled up into a smile. Two other vampires-- a male and a female-- stood behind him.

"Allow me to introduce myself," he said, walking over to me and taking my hand. "I am Trevor Williams. But you can call me Indy." He kissed the top of my hand, making me cringe internally. Eww. Heh, at least it pissed Ethan off. Oh yeah, Mr. You'd-Be-So-Lost-Without-Me-Here-To-Brag. Bastard.

I yanked my hand away. "Uh... Indy...," I began, anxious to change the subject. "Interesting. How'd you get that name?"

A roaring chuckle escaped his lips. "My darling! By eating out half of the population of Indianapolis, of course," he gloated.

That shocked me. Stepping back, I winced involuntarily, only making him laugh harder. I once knew someone who lived in Indy. What was her name again? I couldn't place it...

"Newborns," he dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Well, allow the rest of my friends to introduce themselves." He stepped backwards into the line, almost like a perfectly performed play.

The female stepped forward and bowed. Her golden blond hair with brown highlights tumbled around her face. Crimson red irises burned against her onion colored skin. If it weren't for those, there wasn't a doubt in my mind she would be gorgeous.

"I am Genevieve," she said, conducting a small curtsy before stepping back into the single file line. Her eyes were wary as she watched me. Her gaze hadn't left me. Unfortunately, I wasn't one to lose a staring contest. Or a staring down contest. I held her gaze until it became so awkward she had to drop it. Oh yeah you bitchy vamp. I win. As much as I wanted to smirk, I knew I couldn't. They could kill me. So instead I just smiled, hoping she could take away a hint of bitchiness from it. Muahaha.

Next, the other male stepped up. Light blonde hair stood up in neat spikes on his head. Similar crimson red irises burned against his classic ivory skin. His eyes were wary, too, as he stared at my intensely. Jeans and a Hollister T-shirt stretched themselves around his built body. "Nathan," he mumbled, quickly stepping back into the line.

"We are members of the Volturi," Indy announced. His eyes wandered down the line my family formed. "Well? Introductions?"

Carlisle nodded as they went down the row.

"Alice," Aunt Alice muttered, forcing a curtsy.

"Rosalie."

"Emmett."

"Jasper."

"Esme."

"Laurel."

"Edward."

"Bella."

"Carlisle."

The men stepped forward and bowed, the women curtsied, and then they filled in their spots again. I stoof at the end of the line next to Laurel, who was shaking with anger.

"Lovely family," Genevieve muttered.

"What's that, Bimbo?" Laurel asked, ready to jump at her throat any second.

"Who are you calling Bimbo, bimbo?" Genevieve snapped.

Just as it looked like they were about to lunge at each other and kill each other, my mother and I grabbed Laurel while Indy grabbed Genevieve.

"Please," he cooed. "Peaceful."

Genevieve nodded, her death glare still fixed on Laurel. Laurel eventually stopped straining, but by the look on my father's face, she really wanted to smack Genevieve... and quite possibly me for standing in her way.

"So," I said once everyone calmed down. "Let's cut to the chase. Why are you really here, Indy?"

"You're not experimenting on my daughter," my mother clarified.

"Of course not!" Indy exclaimed, halfway shocked. "Nothing like experimenting. It may have nothing to do with your daughter... but then again it may have everything to do with her."

Nothing and everything. Everything and nothing.

Was he on crack or something?

Author's Note: Hehe, just had to get this one out there. I just got back from my bells concert, so I'm REALLY tired. Word, dawg. Oh and BTW, I was born in Indianapolis. I don't live there any more, but I used to! So shouldn't I be dead...? Haha, so anyhoo, Team Jacob or Team Ethan? Let me know! Oh and another thing... just so I know I'm not crazy... does anyone else have to sleep a certain direction or they can't fall asleep? Because I have to do that every night. Just wondering...

I see trees of green........ red roses too I see em bloom..... for me and for you. And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world... Reviews? Comments? Click that button!

--Lauren :D