Author's Note: Hey everyone, I hope you all have a great weekend. Does anyone have any plans for Halloween? I know this is a relatively short chapter, but I am still going to be working on more tonight. Drop a review and tell me what you think so far in the story.

Bella's POV

Christmas passed and things went back to normal with Charlie and I. His time was split between work and spending time with Billy. I guess in a way I had hoped that things would be different with me leaving in January. With everything in mind, I chose to tell Aro that I wanted to leave early. There was no point in me sticking around anymore.

When I had told Charlie, he just brushed it off. It felt as if he was trying to push me away because I was leaving early. He had no idea how permanent my leave actually was. I wished there was a way that I could tell him the truth.

Aro and I drove in silence to the airport. He held my hand and lightly caressed his thumb over mine. I was excited about the trip, but I was still upset about leaving my life behind. I would never get to see my father again.

"Cara mia, do not fret. Everything will work out just fine."

I sighed as we pulled up in front of the airport. Aro chose to arrange travel with one of the Volturi's personal jets. I wasn't fond of the luxury, but Aro was persistent. Aro shut off the engine and kissed my hand. I smiled at him and began to exit the car. Staff members rushed to aid us in loading up my things. I looked up at Aro with a dirty look.

"I do not need help carrying my things."

Aro grinned as he pulled me close. "Ah, young Isabella. These are things that you will become accustomed to. You will receive nothing short of luxury with the Volturi."

This wasn't really me, but I decided to drop the issue. As the wind picked up, I hurried to board the jet. My hair swirled around me as I ascended the steps. Within seconds of boarding, I was enveloped in heat. The jet was so unlike anything I had ever seen.

Everything was bright with a mostly cream color. There were shades drawn over each side window. Our seats were made of a high quality leather. A large screen television was mounted on the wall separating the main area from the back. I could feel my mouth drop open as I looked around the jet.

As I sat down, a confident woman came out from behind the curtain.

"Ciao! Your usual drink, Mr. Volturi?"

"Not in front of our guest. How about some champaign."

As she began walking away, he stopped her.

"Oh and one more thing."

He said with a smile as she turned to face him. "If you do not address Isabella next time, you shall become the usual drink for me. I do not tolerate disrespect."

Her face turned white as she bowed her head slightly. "My apologies Ms. Isabella. Shall I get you the same thing?"

I gave Aro a look before speaking. "Don't worry about it and yes that would be fine."

She bowed her head again and scurried off. Within moments, she returned with champaign in crystal glasses.

Aro raised his glass and turned to face me. "To new beginnings, my love!"

I raised my glass with his and took a sip. I really had a lot of adjusting to do in this new life. The closest thing to fancy for me was going to a sit down restaurant. Now I was sitting in a private jet, drinking champaign as others loaded up my luggage. I felt very out of place, but I would tolerate it for Aro.

I thought quietly to myself. "New beginnings, here I come."