No One's POV

England was wet and cold and there were a lot of clouds; much like Forks to be honest.

But Anastasia was having a good time and meeting a lot of friends through the exchange program, though not a lot of actual English people; to be honest they were a bit stuck up.

The college was great, however, and she did not regret studying abroad the least. She enjoyed all her courses and the experience she was having.

Currently, however, Anastasia wasn't in England at all. She and several of the friends she had made through the program had taken a few days' trips to Italy, to Volterra, since the school was on break for some random reason. Honestly, English school were structured very different than American, not that she was complaining by any means.

The day in Volterra was overcast, a contrast to the day before which had been bright and sunny, however, it was still pleasant enough to enjoy a walk through the city streets.

Anastasia and her friends, Jeremy, Jacob, Michael, Ariel, and Mallory had just finished shopping and were leisurely walking the streets admiring the old architecture of the stone citadel and surrounding castle.

While the three Kings rarely left the security and confines castle, mostly because they felt very little need or desire to do so, the outside world holding no appeal over the centuries they had been alive, it was on this rare occasion and day that Aro, Caius, and Marcus, with the cloudy overcast the ideal cover, had decided to leave the Volterra castle.

In doing so, two worlds would soon collide.

Walking through the main square of Volterra, most of her friends further ahead of her chattering, only Jeremy beside her, Anastasia had stopped to take a picture of a particular angle of the castle, she had finally set her camera back in its bag, smiling at the children playing around the fountain and square.

"This is nice, huh?" Jeremy asks, nodding towards the children playing.

"Yeah it is, nothing like where I grew up. I mean of course we played in parks. But this is totally different." Anastasia answers.

"Same." Jeremy nods with understanding, Jeremy was from Australia, and though Australia had its big cities, it certainly wasn't the same either.

Out of the corner of Anastasia's eye, Anastasia suddenly catches a sleek black Cadillac driving into the square the same time a ball rolls into its path, one of the girls chasing after it.

Anastasia reacts without thinking, adrenaline pounding through her veins as she runs, dropping all of her things.

"Ana- what!?" Jeremy calls after her startled.

Barely yanking the girl out of the way of the Cadillac, Anastasia collides with the hood with a thump, thankfully relatively unharmed as the Cadillac screeches to a halt.

Settled into one of the Volturi's Cadillac's, Aro, Caius, and Marcus are seated comfortably, watching as the Volterra streets rolls by slowly, people walking along the side, children playing, and an occasional dog or cat along the side, fleeing into their respective houses, while Felix drives.

Suddenly the Cadillac lurches to a stop, Felix slamming on the breaks, tires screeching, the smell of rubber burning and metal sparking.

"Felix, what was-" Aro begins to speak.

"I apologize, Master-" Felix begins to say, only to be cut off by Caius's growl.

"Caius, what is it?" Aro asks, turning to his brother slightly shocked at Caius' out of character reaction.

But Caius could barely focus on anything else but the young woman standing outside the Cadillac, suddenly consumed by everything that was her. Drowning in her scent and being. She was his. His mate. His true mate.

Outside the dark tinted windows a girl stands, dark brunette hair, tan skin and toned body is all they can see.

An older woman also stands, speaking rapid Italian, holding a young child to her protectively.

"Grazie, grazie, grazie. Mi hai salvato la bambina. Grazie, grazie, grazie. Mi hai salvato la bambina." The woman keeps repeating in a panicked, rushed tone.

"Mate." Caius growls again, nose flaring to take in her scent.

Marcus turns, his gaze focusing on the girl intensely.

"Indeed. I can see her bond, to us. All of us. She is ours. Our true mate." Marcus confirms, far more composed, but no less pleased. "We have found her."

"I- I'm sorry. I don't understand what you're saying." Anastasia says hopelessly, starring at the older woman as she clutches the young girl to her.

Anastasia hoped that she wasn't scolding her or yelling at her for some reason. She was only trying to keep the girl from getting run over by the car. She wasn't trying to kidnap her or anything.

"She is saying thank you. She is telling you that you saved her little girl." A male voice says from behind Anastasia.

Anastasia nearly jumped from surprise, turning to look behind her, eyes widening for a second at the three men.

The three Kings believed that if the world would have burned around them in that moment, that they wouldn't have given the slightest care. Their mate was more beautiful and gorgeous than they had ever imagined she would be. And everything else in their 3,000 years of existing, had suddenly seemed like a blip or blur comparatively. She was a shining beacon, a burning sun, and for her they would gladly burn a thousand times over.

"Oh, I- uh. You're welcome. It was no problem. Can you- can you tell her that, please?" Anastasia says, looking between the man and the older woman.

"Di niente, non era un problema." The man says to the woman.

"Grazie, grazie, grazie." The woman says again before ushering the young girl away.

"I am Aro, this is my brother, Caius, and my other brother, Marcus. It was our car that you saved the little girl from, and I believe you had the unfortunate accident of running into. Are you alright?" Aro introduces, gently indicating to himself and then his brothers.

While he would love to offer his hand, he did not want to violate his mate's mind without her knowing.

"I- Yeah, I'm fine. My name is Anastasia. Thank you for asking." Anastasia offers.

"Ana! Are you alright!? You look like you hit that car pretty hard. We should go back to the hotel." Jeremy finally rushes up to Anastasia, touching a caring hand to her back, having had to grab her bags and his own.

"Oh hey Jeremy, yeah, I'm fine. I'll just take some Ibuprophen if I need some later. Maybe a bruise or something. No biggie." Anastasia says. "Is my camera okay?"

"Yeah, I checked it. It's fine." Jeremy says, handing it over.

Aro, Caius, and Marcus had to bite back a growl at a male being so casual with their mate.

"Anastasia." Aro asks politely, interrupting carefully. "We feel ever so bad about what happened, how about you join us for dinner, to make up for it?"

Anastasia blinked once at the sudden offer, her gaze casually evaluating the men in front of her. While they certainly didn't look much older than her, there was something that was off about them, something that just wasn't quite right. Perhaps maybe even dangerous, that instinctively set them apart and made her a bit wary.

"I appreciate the offer, but I have plans this evening." Anastasia declines graciously. "Have a good evening."

Grazie ~ Thank you

Mi hai salvato la bambina. ~ You saved my little girl.

Di niente, non era un problema. ~ You're welcome, it was no problem.

To clarify, AGAIN... I do not know Italian. It's all from Google translate.

Edited 2/3/19