A/N: Written while watching Dexter. Best show EVER. In other news, Spring Break was fun! WHEEE! On with your chapter of goodness… please R & R. This one is set in Volterra- a little checkup of the one who started it all. I've been working on my other projects, sorry.

Phone Call from Hell

The phone rang, loud in my ears, and my head snapped up. I had a feeling he would call sometime soon. Just not this soon.

I hurried to the front, just as that human girl picked it up.

"Hello?" There was a pause as she scribbled something on a pad of paper. "Yes, I can go get her." She turned to go get me and gave a start as she saw me standing right behind her.

"Oh," she said out of breath. She waited a moment- hours for me- and then held out the phone wordlessly. I snatched it impatiently and held it up.

"What now?" I snarled. The girl looked at me and when I gave her a pointed glare, she scurried back to her desk.

"Is that any way to say hello?" I could practically hear the disappointment pooling in his voice. How patronizing he sounded! Not my style.

"I already know what you're going to tell me," I sighed. We had relived this conversation twenty seven times, to be exact.

"No, no, I had it all wrong," he told me.

"So… you finally agree with me?" This was new. He had been against this forever- almost literally. He didn't see the point in meddling with the fates of the immortals' relatively short lives.

"I still don't think you should be doing what you're doing," he continued. His voice dropped to a whisper. "Is there anyone around you?"

"No," I lied. The girl was close though… "Just a human," I amended. I moved a little farther away and sat at one of the couches in the reception room. Why did we even have one?

"It'll do," he mumbled. His next statement became a little louder. "You shouldn't mess with these guys."

"And why not?" My eyes sparkled mischievously although he couldn't see. Mess with these guys? Please, that was my job. I stood and began pacing.

"They're them."

"Them? Them who?"

"Them." He put extra emphasis on that one word, as if it were extremely important. I could hear how hard he was trying to make me understand. He decided to elaborate. "Of the myths."



"You think that they are the them?" I asked incredulously. There was a silence on the other end. My face grew whiter. "They don't even exist. It's a myth." Still silence. "You do think it's true, don't you?"

"I don't think it's true. I know it is."

"You can't be serious," I snorted. In the back of my mind, a voice reminded me that one of the first stages was denial.

"Oh, I can be. And I think we all know what happens at the end of the myth." I fell to the seat again, trembling with fear. My fingers shook as if I were an old woman. My lips mouthed around the dreaded words: my death.

He continued on smoothly. "It's inevitable. Al we can do is let them go about their business-" I slammed down the phone as the human girl looked up at me again with fear in her eyes. I swept past her and walked with a purpose. I needed to find Aro now. I needed to make this right.