I don't own Twilight or its characters! I only own Cheyenne, Travis, their parents, David, Sabrina, Danny, and Robert! And this plot.

CPOV

I sang the last notes of our ending song, the one dedicated to my dad, and reveled in the whistles and applause. My fingers released the piano keys, and my eyes found the agent, Robert, sitting at the bar with a woman. She had long, wavy, shiny dark hair that reached her elbows. She was dressed in a black, professional pantsuit with black heels to match. She was watching me with a thoughtful expression, her lips pursed. Robert was clapping along with the crowd and grinning as if he was proud of himself.

"Thank you," I said one last time, and stood up with a little wave to the audience. The DJ who introduced us jumped back onto the stage, speaking into the front mic.

"How was that, huh?" he grinned to everyone, clapping along. "Rinunciarvi!"

"Hey, good job, you're very good," he said, giving me a friendly jab on the arm.

"Thank you," I said, offering a small smile. He went back to the mic and spoke in Italian to everybody, then jumped off the stage to return to his DJ station. I turned to David and Travis. David's gaze was following the DJ, then he looked at me and his expression softened.

"Don't worry, we'll get your stuff," David smiled, removing his bass from around his shoulder. I could see the sweat print the guitar strap made on his light brown T-shirt.

"Thanks, man," I smiled back, laughing internally at his brotherly protectiveness. I made my way off the little stage to Robert and the tall woman, getting a few compliments and one phone number along the way, which I immediately pocketed and would find a nice garbage can for.

"Hey, great job, kid," Robert cheered. He stood up and clapped me on the shoulder roughly. "That was great, you blew 'em away!" I could definitely smell the beer on the puff of breath that hit my face.

"Thanks," I said awkwardly. I looked to the woman, who looked even prettier up close. I just about lost my breath looking at her. I always envied celebrity beauty, but this woman held something beyond that.

Her makeup made her mocha skin look poreless and smooth. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched and equally as dark as her hair. Her lips were the perfect cupid's bow shape, tinted to a dark rosy nude, and her sultry brown eyes were surrounded with dark, thick, voluminous lashes and expertly applied eyeliner. She gave Vanessa Hudgens a run for her money, times thirty. She could have been her taller, prettier twin.

"It's kinda loud in here, let's take it outside," Robert said over the music, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to follow him, and almost bumped into David instead. He seemed to be drooling over the woman, his mouth hanging open. I nudged him with my arm and followed Robert outside, while my brother snickered at him.

"You were magnificent," she spoke to me, giving me a smile that showed her perfect white teeth. Her voice was mature, but still young. She couldn't have been any older than twenty five or twenty six, her height just about reaching mine.

"Didn't I tell ya? She's great!" Robert said enthusiastically. "Cheyenne, this is Cassie, the head of Winter Records. She's been waiting to hear you since January."

I shook her hand and smiled back at her.

"Nice to meet you," I said politely. Our hands released and her grin seemed to stay.

"Yes, and now that I have, I must say it was worth the wait. Not even Miss Ariana Grande was as talented as you are when I signed her," she said smoothly. I couldn't stop my own mouth from popping open now.

"Oh. Wow. Thanks," I stuttered, not really knowing how to react to that. I've never been compared to other artists before, much less famous ones. Well, I have, but I never compared myself to anybody else. There was no point. It didn't matter to me. I wasn't trying to climb my way up a social ladder to be the best there ever was. I didn't even want to be big.

"Yep, and we'd like to offer you a prestigious record deal. More gigs, more traveling. And the more success, the more you make. Free hotel stays, free gas, everything would be paid for," Robert said in a rush, motioning with his hands. Did he know I didn't care about the free stuff yet?

"Robert," Cassie chided softly. "Please, you've had one too many."

He hesitated before closing his mouth and suddenly finding interest in the pavement. I had a feeling he knew her motives. Sabrina looked at me again and smiled sweetly.

"I like your sound. You've got a strong demeanor. I admire that. How long have you been singing?" she asked. This woman radiated strength and authority, but I could tell she was soft all around. Humble.

"About five years now," I answered, calculating back. "And I've been playing guitar for four. Piano for five." Her smile grew bigger.

"Amazing," she commented. "Have you ever considered having your own album?"

"Well, no, actually. I'm no good at song writing. I much prefer to cover songs," I hesitated, wondering if I should bring David's writing skills up. Before I knew it, my finger shot up and jabbed toward him.

"I've seen my friend write some incredible stuff, though," I finished, hoping I didn't ruin anything for him. I saw his head jerk between Cassie and me, clearly thrown off guard.

"I, I, I," David spluttered, his cheeks sporting a nice flush. "I mean, yeah, I, I've written a few songs, but I've never pitched 'em to you guys..." His eyes darted to Cassie. I think he had a crush on her.

"I see," she answered, giving him a sly smile. "No need to worry. It doesn't take away from the dedicated passion I see in you. Not many artists can keep that passion. But, I have a good feeling about you, Miss Cheyenne."

"Covers or not, you got potential, little lady," Robert said, choosing to speak up, pointing a finger at me with an eyebrow raised. He then pointed to the club with the vibrating bass. "That reaction from a first time gig is not something I have seen in a long time. Especially from foreign folks like this."

"Yes, it was definitely impressive. I wonder how they would react to a second performance?" Cassie pondered, looking at the sky for a moment, then at Robert.

"Book them a hotel. We're going to try it out," she decided with finality.

"Oh, you don't have to do that..." I started as Robert pulled out his phone and walked off, dialing numbers.

"I understand that this is so much all at once," she sympathized, her eyes softening at us. "I will give you the option, of course. How would you all feel about giving one more performance? All expenses paid."

At the same club? Here? Tomorrow? Tonight?

"Ummm..." I said, dumbfounded. "I'd...have to talk to my band first."

"Of course," she nodded. "And, if you decide not to, please stay for the remainder, on us. This is a wonderful town. Beautiful country, too. I'll give you a minute to discuss." She flashed a pretty smile at us before walking in Robert's direction.

"Pleaaaase can we stay here, dudette?" David begged in a very low voice, gripping my arms desperately. His light brown eyes were wild, and I tried to hold back a laugh by pressing my lips together. I knew this was a big decision, but David's smitten behavior with Cassie tickled my funny bone.

"Okay, we can't just agree to this just because you're in looooove with our new possible agent," Travis said, folding his arms and rolling his eyes. David sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, I know. You're right, man," he relented. "I mean, I'm down to do another show if you guys are. I'll never say no to some rockin'. If you're all right with it, dudette." He looked at me, ever the patient, surrogate big brother.

The idea of becoming big made my stomach do flips. What was next if we were a success after this show? We weren't trying to be famous. Being famous meant attention, and lots of it. Newspapers, magazines, every kind of tabloid, cookie-cutter, bubble gum, soda pop editing in sound booths, forced brand endorsing, and lack of privacy. That world just didn't sit right with me. It wasn't me. It wasn't what I wanted.

This excited them just as much as it did me; I could tell. Yet, we always made decisions unanimously. If one person was out, we were all out. Part of me wanted to stay in our little bubble, playing small gigs and just enjoying the coziness of it all. But...

The other part of me, the compassionate, giving side, couldn't ruin this for them. They deserved this experience. And, if this show blew us up even further, then I guess I'd cross that bridge when I came to it. This was one step. And, I had to admit, it wasn't everyday that you get to fly to Italy on a whim like this.

"I'm in if you are," I decided, looking to Travis. He nodded, giving me his answer. David all but cheered.

"Yeah! Hell yeah! Whoo!" He did a victory jump, but then composed himself when he noticed Cassie and Robert approaching us.

"Have you all decided?" Cassie asked, her delicate arms folded over each other in the front of her. She flashed a dazzling grin, showing glistening, perfect pearly whites. I think David just about fainted.

"We're going to do it," I told her, which only made her smile grow.

"Excellent! Robert set up reservations for you at the finest hotel. Is everything arranged, Robert?" she asked him formally, turning serious.

"Yep, all set. You're on the twelfth floor. We gave you the penthouse suite, and room service is on us," he replied, his hands in his pockets. "So what's this I hear about performing again?"

"They will perform in town square, tomorrow evening at seven. You will provide the details on sound checks and warm-ups." She ordered. "You are responsible for getting them here on time, Mr. Butler."

She looked back to us.

"It was a pleasure to meet you all, especially you, Cheyenne. I anxiously await your next performance. I wish you all the best of luck, but I must go now." She shook each of our hands individually, David obviously holding her hand in his a bit longer than the rest of us.

I think Robert noticed, because he shook his head with an eye roll, beginning his descent toward a waiting car.

"Let's go, kids. We have a hotel to get to."

(A/N: I was going to end it here, but I decided I need to make my chapters longer, so here's APOV!)

APOV

When Felix left the driver's seat, I filled his spot immediately, snatching the keys from his hand.

"What the-" He turned, seeing his hand empty. I was too quick though, and slammed on the gas before he could say anymore. I heard Jane call after me, but I was already gone, speeding down the road.

That girl. Oh, that girl. Her smell. Her voice. Hell, her name.

Cheyenne.

All the more reason to kill her.

But, her smell was so pure, so clean. She was purely human. Human with a gift that I didn't want to see bloom. One human was not enough for me to feed on tonight.

Humans.

Stupid, vile, unintelligible, slow, naive humans. I've always had power over humans. Our food, our playthings. Fun to torment to no end. Except this human. For once, a human held power over me.

No.

Nobody was to hold power over me. I was Alec Volturi. She was just as fragile and destructible as other humans. Just as naive. Just as mundane, dull, and incompetent. But, her voice...so human. So pure. So innocent.

Stop it.

Think of Jane. Think of Jane.

My flesh and blood. My only sister. My sister whom was the only person I trusted in this world. The only person I ever needed in this life.

Damn it.

That smell.

I slammed on the brakes and turned the corner sharply, leaving the car by the curb. I cut the engine, searching the night for the body that occupied that godly beautiful scent.

There.

My eyes snapped to her figure. She was walking with a man, whom I could smell. He had alcohol in his system. I wrinkled my nose, testing out the other two males. Both smelled clean, but not near as pure.

Nothing would ever smell as pure as her.

She was just as beautiful in the night. The moon reflected her pale, yet olive-toned skin, casting shadows on the muscles of her arms and legs.

I closed my eyes to the beat of her heart, to the wet, rushing sound of blood underneath her skin.

That smell. So sweet. So pure.

I wanted it.

I needed it.

I was going to kill her. Now.

I flashed out of the car, and easily hid behind a corner.

Damn her for lowering me. Damn her for doing this to me. Damn her for making me hate her and be intrigued by her at the same time.

This was wrong. This was not supposed to be happening. Humans were not meant to intrigue me. This was one moment in the span of an eternity I had left to live.

She'll be gone in no time. Easy. Forgotten.

I smirked. This was what I did. I fed selfishly on human blood with no remorse whatsoever.

I loved the way it flowed in my mouth and soothed the burning ache in my throat. And I certainly would not regret this one.

I was Alec. I was the most feared vampire in all of history. I was the most powerful, next to my sister.

I was a Volturi member. Nothing could stop me.

(A/N: I still decided to keep going, so here's CPOV!)

CPOV

"Now, I don't suggest playing the same songs, but this will be at a different venue, so you could still use the same set list if you want," Robert said, rubbing his dark goatee'd chin. We were discussing whether or not using the same set list would up our chances of holding a crowd.

We turned the corner of the club, and I could see David and Travis packing everything up in the trailer. Out of the corner of my eye, I swore I saw movement. I turned my head quickly to the brick wall. What's that smell?

I definitely needed some late night dinner.

Robert didn't seem to notice my distraction and answered right away.

"Maybe I can get a suggestion from Cassie. I'll see what she wants to do," he said, whipping out his phone to call her. I ran over to my brother and David, who were just finishing up packing.

"So, guess what?" I said. They shut the doors and looked my way.

"What?" David said, immediately focused.

"IHOP? 'Cause I was thinking the same thing," Travis said, patting his stomach. I chuckled.

"Maybe if you backed off my Doritos, you wouldn't be full of empty carbs," David muttered.

"So where is this dinner you speak of?" I asked, thinking back to his IHOP comment. "I highly doubt they have IHOP in Italy."

"We could drive around. I wanna explore this city!" David exclaimed.

"We should get directions first," I said. "Put it in your GPS. I need to change my clothes really quick. You should try and ask the bouncer at the front if he knows where any restaurants are," I said to my brother, making my way to the tour bus door.

"Yeah, you're right," Travis said, pulling out his phone. "Let's go, David." He made his way toward the front of the club.

"We'll be back," David called after me, following Travis. I hopped into the bus and closed the door, searching in the small closet for some more casual clothes to wear.

"Travis's, Travis's, Travis's," I mumbled, sliding through clothes. "David, David, mine!" I said, reaching my side of the rack.

I found a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, sighing in relief when I peeled my stage clothes off. I really needed to invest in something looser next time.

Just as I was buttoning my shorts, there was a knock at the bus door.

"Coming," I called, jogging to the door. They must have found directions fast. I pushed the door open. "Did you find a-"

I stopped abruptly when I realized it wasn't Travis, nor was it David.

My breath caught in my throat. This boy was desperately, achingly, and utterly handsome. Even those words didn't cut it. A slim, chiseled face with full lips, dark brown hair that barely swept over his brows, impossibly pale, but smooth skin, and...purple eyes?

Wait, this guy looked familiar.

"Hello," he spoke fluidly. His voice was deep and silky like water. My pulse quickened at his voice. I'd never heard one like it before. A smile graced his full lips.

I think I just died. This can't be happening. God, is it hot in here? I can't feel my legs. Wait, I still have legs, right? Did they get up and walk away?

Um, hello! Totally beautiful guy talking to you!

"Can I help you?" I asked, my voice failing me by coming out two octaves higher. I was sure that my blush was painfully obvious at this point. His grin grew, which didn't help my case.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, you can," he said, his tone leaking into mischief. My heart faltered. Something wasn't right. My butt started tingling.

Yes, my butt tingled when I get nervous, scared, or excited. Not the most appealing trait to have.

"Excuse me?" I said calmly. I was trying to think of a plan. Maybe I could grab Travis's pocketknife from the glove box. Wait, no, that's too far away. I searched my memory for judo moves that I learned. I could break his wrist if he touched me. Block him if he punches me. I could escape an embrace. I felt my body locking up, trying to calculate his body language.

"I thought your performance was phenomenal," he clarified in a friendly tone. "And I wanted to ask you for your autograph, if you wouldn't mind."

"Oh. Thanks. Um, I don't actually have any paper," I said apologetically, trying to maintain a calm voice. "I could-"

He moved so fast, I didn't have time to finish. Or blink. I didn't even see him move at all. He had me against the closed door of the bus, my head thumping against it. When did he close it? My eyes widened, and I began to full on panic.

"You could keep quiet so I can get this over with," he growled. His mouth was so close to my neck and I heard him inhale. What the heck...

His lips were icy cold. Hard like stone. It sent goosebumps over my skin. My heart was pounding as I tried to stay calm. Who was he? Did this have to do with him staring at me in the club? I felt something graze my skin. Something sharp.

"I hate you. So much," he growled; I didn't know someone could sound so lethal. "You should be sorry for the way you-"

"Please don't hurt me," I begged, giving into my fear. The strange boy pulled back, his eyes locking with mine, and what I saw floored me.

The darkest, most unbelievable and lifeless black color sported his irises. I was even more scared now. What was going on? What was he? This wasn't normal. My body quaked, fear taking hold of my body now.

"I'll do what you want, and I won't tell anybody," I panicked, my breath coming in pants now. "Just please don't-"

And then, was no longer there. He disappeared, absolutely nowhere to be seen.

I whipped my head around in every direction, too afraid to even move.

What the heck just happened?

My shaking hand lifted to my neck and I pulled it back. Nothing.

Why was he-

Who was-

What was-

I heaved a handful of deep breaths to try and calm myself. I looked around the bus, not seeing any sign of him.

I forced myself to check around, seeing the bus door wide open, just as I left it.

I slowly shut the door, afraid to look at my neck. His teeth were...

I moved my hair over my left shoulder, and turned my head. Nothing.

Just then, a loud knock sounded from the door, making me jump with a loud gasp.

"Hey, you ready yet? Anybody naked in here?" David called from outside the door, opening it slowly. I moved my hair back into place quickly, clasping my hands behind my back. I was terrible at hiding things, but I plastered a smile on my face and tried to not look like I was trembling to death.

"Yes! I'm ready," I said, my voice two octaves too high. I made myself busy by looking around the floor for some shoes. I pushed my feet into some flip flops by the couch and followed him out the door.

"We found a restaurant and got directions just inside town," he said, closing the door after me. I couldn't hear him, though. I would be reeling from this situation for who knows how long.

Who is that guy? Why did he hate me? He doesn't even know me.

Why were his teeth so sharp? And what was up with his eyes?

He wasn't...human. As crazy as that sounded, and no matter how true it was that this world always disproved the existence of such creatures, I couldn't deny it.

"Hey, you okay?" David wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him. It shook me out of my thoughts. I looked to him, light brown eyes and light brown hair. Skinny face, skinny frame.

"Yeah. I just zoned out. Pretty tired," I choked, allowing the warmth of his body to chase away the chill of the stranger's. I leaned into the embrace, hoping it would calm me.

"Hey, kids!" Robert called from behind us. David and I turned.

Crap, I forgot all about him.

He caught up to us, putting his phone back in its fancy belt loop case.

"Just wanted to let you all know about the sound check and rehearsal tomorrow. One o'clock, in town square," he informed us. "I'll have a cab come and get you around twelve thirty."

We both thanked him, and he nodded to us before leaving.

"I got it," Travis called, coming in our direction and waving his phone. "Let's eat!"

I nodded and David let out a, "Finally!"

Even when I laid in the comfortable hotel bed that night, I couldn't sleep. Black irises and sharp teeth floated around in my mind.

All right, here's the chapter 5 rewrite! I cleaned up quite a bit of everything, including Alec's POV. Thank you for being patient and reviewing! I love seeing your reviews, guys, I really do. Let me know what you think of the playlist I made, and if you have any song ideas, let me know!