Disclaimer: I'm getting bored of disclaimers. You all know I don't own Twilight, right?

A/N: I'm back! Busy weekend, not a lot of time to update. But here is the chapter!


Yawn.I sat up. I was in a large, comfy bed. It looked like an antique. The legs had intricately carved patterns and there was an overhead canopy. I looked down. Somebody, probably a maid, dressed me in a silk nightgown. It was cream colored, and made my pale skin look even paler. It stretched down just over my knees. I rolled out of bed. The room was considerably cooler when I wasn't under the many covers. I went over to my suitcase to see what was packed in it. Aro packed 5 pairs of jeans, 8 t-shirts, 4 sweaters, 2 sweatshirts, and a sweat jacket. Not to mention underwear. I shuddered at the thought of Aro or Marcus or any other person going through my underwear drawer. I took my bag of toiletries and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and combed my curly hair. I put on a pair of jeans, a green t-shirt, and a blue sweatshirt. A pang went through me as I realized that it was Jake's sweatshirt. He gave it to me when we were watching the sunset in the meadow. Since I was half-human, I got a little cold. Jake leaned closer, and gave me his sweatshirt. He was fine, after all, he's a werewolf. I shrugged off the memory. I should be more worried about things that are happening to me than what Jake is up to. He can take care of himself. I don't know if I can take care of myself. I decided to go downstairs and face the music.


When I went to my door, it was locked from the outside. Great. I'm stuck in this room until someone comes and gets me out. My cell phone was left back at the cottage, right on my night stand. I desperately searched through my bag to find something to do. A book fell out of the front pocket and hit the ground. It was Wuthering Heights. I picked it up and started reading.

I finished the book within 2 hours. No one had come to my door to free me. I guess I had to resort to my last option. I walked over the door, and took a deep breath. I pummeled the door with my fists, screaming for somebody to let me out. Finally, the door opened, and there was a young maid staring at me.

"You're up," she said.

"No duh," I said back. I was not in a good mood.

"Follow me. Aro wants to talk with you." We walked down many flights of stairs, and took a service elevator to the basement. We passed a group of terrified tourists. I felt bad for them. Eaten by vampires, what a terrible fate. Finally, we reached a large study. Aro was sitting at a wooden desk. He looked up at our entrance.

"Good morning, Renesmee. I trust you are well?" He gestured to the maid and she scurried off.

"As good as I can be. And yourself?" I might as well stay on his good side.

"Oh, I'm very well thank you. I would like to talk to you about your stay her in Volterra. We have some rules. They apply to mostly every one, some of the rules even apply to myself," he handed me a piece of parchment with a list of rules handwritten.

1. No contact with the outside

I read this out loud.

"That means no email, cell phone, or any other of those cursed gadgets." Aro spelled out. I read the rest of the rules. They were pretty obvious.

2. No leaving the castle without permission.

3. Mealtimes are regulated by the kitchen staff. You will eat at mealtimes or not at all.

4. Do not talk to the staff unless absolutely necessary.

5. Only visitors approved by the Volturi guard are allowed.

6. Do not wander around the castle. Only leave your room when you have an escort.

7. Do not bother other guests.

The rest of the rules were pretty much like that. I nodded at Aro, and my personal maid appeared from the shadows and took me back to my room.


A/N: I know it's incredibly short, but I just felt like that was a good place to end it. Review! As of now, I have 63 reviews. Help me get to 100!!!!!!! Updates soon.