( I do not own the Twilight saga...Hello soooo...I really have nothing to say in my little blurb today I didn't proof read so sorry for spelling and grammatical errors. Just read enjoy and review ^.^)

To say I was annoyed would be an understatement. To say that I hadn't envisioned the death of every single Volturi guard would be a lie, but no death I could have imagined would be as gruesome or disgusting as what I saw at "dinnertime" in Voltera. As Jane led a group of eager tourist into the cobble stone courtroom I felt a sick feeling bubble in the pit of my stomach. "What are they doing here?" I whispered to Demetri. He was silent a second probably picking the right words to say, but I think I already knew what was coming. "Dinner" He finally replied. I was right.

The Volturi guard gathered in masses around the unsuspecting victims. Hissing and sniffing the air like hungry wolves. Men, woman, and children coward in fear their eyes wide in horror and in fear. Their screams echoed off the wall in horrible piercing cries ones that would haunt me for the rest of my immortal life. I'd watch as groups had been killed when I was with Riley before, but these were innocents not pimps, or crackheads, or murderers and pedophiles, but innocents and that made all the difference.

I hung back. My mouth didn't burn with the smell of their blood If anything I was repulsed. Sickened, and angry, but what could I do? Speaking up would end with my words only landing on deaf ears. When the slaughter was over they piled the bodies in the center. Diego pulled a little boy over to me. He was crying, and screaming terrorized. " Here I saved you a snack." Diego presented him triumphantly like a lion presenting his mate with a fresh piece of meat.

Staring at the little boy so scared and alone felt like I was staring into my own eyes. " I'm not hungry." I replied. I couldn't. I wouldn't.

"More for me." He grins. I wanted to beat his grin into a bloody toothless empty mouth.I reached out to grab the boy.

"On second thought I am kind of hungry, but I think I'll eat in my room." I replied pulling the boy from his hand and dragging him out of sight of the now burning bodies undoubtedly that his parents were in. He was crying harder, but silent as if he'd given into his fate. Little did he know I had other Ideas.

"What's your name?" I ask trying to sooth his nerves.

"E-E-Ethan" He whispers.

"Well Ethan everything is going to be alright now." I promise and it would be...eventually.

The second we got into my room I thought of Tanya's place.

Tanya was prepared with a bath, fresh clothes, food and a bed. Leave it to a psychic. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I whispered clutching him close.

" I will make them pay. Tanya's going to take care of you." I whisper.

"You have to go. They're coming to get you. They want the body." Tanya calls.

"You must be brave now." I say as she hands me a needle. A shiver runs up his spine as I prick Ethan's finger sucking his finger getting the scent of his blood on my breath. Then smearing a little around my mouth. Tanya hands me a band aid and I cover his still bleeding finger.

When I return I hear Diego at my door calling for Ethan's little body for disposal. He thinks he's being sweet taking out my garbage in reality he just makes me want to kill him more. I open the heavy wooden door pasting a smile on my face like a good little stooge. " I already took care of it." I say sweetly. " Oh." He says leaning closer examining my face. " You've got something right there..." He trails off wiping away Ethan's blood and lifting his fingers to his open mouth. Then pulling me close replacing my finger with my mouth. I can taste Ethan's blood. Against my will the taste burns my throat. I'll have to hunt sooner or later. I know that, and I know it's showing in my eyes the big blackness of my red pupils dilating into a feral orbs of obsidian.

" Still hungry?" Diego asks pulling away.

"I'll eat later." I reply wishing I could use the excuse of being tired to get some privacy, but I have a part to play as everyone does on our important stage of saving the world, and I have to find an idea to save myself and Fred. Diego pulled me out the door by my hand and into the halls. " I have a gift for you." He grins his infamous grin. He's always so giving isn't he? I think to myself my inner monologue laced with venomous sarcasm.

I kind of feel a little like Belle from Beauty and The Beast as we enter the enormous library knowing that whoever knew me would know I loved to read. Diego by passes all the books lining the walls and head right to the table with a huge box. I might have found my present containing volumes and volumes of my favorite books, and that he'd actually known which ones were my favorite sweet had he not just offered a little boy's life to me earlier, but as it was I wasn't a happy camper.

I haven't even really thought of reading since I'd begun my secret annihilation plot against the Volturi nor did I really have the time to dedicate to reading, but looking around maybe somewhere in this library I would find the answers to all my issues and then some. Just maybe.