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Anne is more of a vampire than a human, which was quite obvious. But it didn't mean dealing with her was any easier for the Cullens.

They first realized it when she threw her human food in Edward's face.

"No." - Her voice cut off all arguements. Another disappointment, "No" was her first word. Renesmee had never laughed that hard in her life.

The second time was when she realized her gift was more than deleting people's memories of her, and there was more than one way to make the Cullens remember her. Anyway, poor Jacob was taken as her lab rat for the whole day, much to Edward's delight, and to Renesmee's envy.

"Just think about how convenient it will be when you have a boyfriend, Anne." - Her sister said. - "You can sneak out without being caught. Look at me! I'm locked up in a prison!"

The devious smile on her face was exactly the one Alice wore when she stepped in the mall to buy Bella's clothes.

Anne stopped growing when she was four, although she looked like fifteen only. Rene was luckier, at least people would believe if she said she was eighteen. That was so unfair, they were supposed to be the same age, she was only 8 minutes younger! At least her family let her choose where they would go this summer.

Another deadly mistake. She chose Voltera. After a lot of shouting and another mysterious disappearance of Anne, which caused Bella and Edward freak out, they settled to a trip around Europe, with Voltera as the final destination.

A win-win solution. She got Voltera, Rene got Rome, Alice got Paris and Carlisle got London. Who could ask for more? Except Jacob, he was not allowed to tag along because "it's creepy if he sneaks in our room for Rene when we share the bed, don't you think?"

Anne hated the dog smell Jacob always left when he visited them.


First stop. London. The elegant glorious accient London. Anne thought she had fallen in love with the city.

Damn her young look, it prevented her from buying a house in London. Esme and Rosalie found it amusing, she did not. In the end she stole Jasper's credit card and got an apartment, which she had to share with Rene, so that Rene would not tell their parents. Damn it.

She didn't check her back in London. She didn't even think of it. That was her mistake.


Paris. The city of love, fashion, and light.

Alice bought a new closet for every single one in the family, there was no way to tell her to stop it. It was her paradise. Anne found Paris normal. Beautiful, yes, but it didn't impress her as much as London did.

She settled at a table on a restaurant on Eiffel tower, hiding from prying eyes. Somewhere between shops and shops Anne managed to be invisible and ran away. Paris and her aunt's excitement suffocated her.

That was the first time she turned back to look behind. Nobody. But the feeling of being watched didn't go away. She stood up and walked to the balcony, watching the sunset and darkness took over the city of love.

It was time to go back to family. Anne turned back and left, but something caught her eyes. On the table, was a piece of paper.

Enjoy the sight?

She should have thrown it away. She should have told her parents, or at least told Rene. She knew what to do. But something got the better of her.

Anne walked away, the piece of paper stayed hidden safely in her bag.


They said curiousity killed the cat. Anne was no cat, but she could be killed.

She received the second message while in Leipzig, Germany. It told her to go to St. Nicholas Church.

Impressive, isn't it? Thought you'd like it. ;)

She was left speechless. It was breath-taking. She sat in a corner and let the peaceful feeling wash over her, let the time flow, let the world outside. Just Anne in her own little world. She could see the snow falling in her face, the shadow of the trees far away, and hidden behind them...

...the crimson eyes and a devil smirk...

Startled. She thought she felt someone sat down next to her. Nobody, again. The church had closed, night has fallen. Anne looked down at her hand, a ghost feeling still lingered. It was cold as ice.

Someone was here.

He was here, her demon with crimson eyes. She was sure of it.


Rome, they were so close, so close to her destination.

Anne felt butterflies in her stomach as she watched her family walked away from the hotel's window. Once again she chose to be ignored, to be invisible to them. Once again she chose to follow the direction on a piece of paper. Once again she chose to listen to the demon.

Let me show you Rome.

It was like no other, the first tour she took without a tourguide. Anne had to bite her lips to stop herself smiling like an idiot.

A flower to start a new day. Too cliche?

Walk straight. Don't look back. Then turn left at the bakery at the end of the street. Turn right after that.

Patheon. It's old. Still younger than me tho ;)

She laughed at that. She couldn't help it.

Like to hear you laugh, knowing who did it ;) jkd it's older than me

Capitoline Museums. Love it?

Don't get too fancy over those old sculpture, there's something more interesting and beautiful, something can talk to you when you want to.

Anne had to stop and roll her eyes. She had to. She knew he saw it too.

C'mon!

What would you like for dinner?

She stopped, reading the line twice. Really? Were they two human teenagers now? Were they in a movie?

Colosseum. 10.00pm. Wear your red dress. Don't be late.

"Are we in a movie?" - She smiled, folded the paper back and kept it safe in the bag, where other messages were. If this were a movie, she wished it would never end.

She broke in the accient Colosseum without any troubles. It was quiet, very very quiet. And then she heard a violin.

The beautiful sound led her to a table set for two, however, she was alone.

Sorry :) don't be mad, okay?

She smiled, a little sadly. A bottle of red wine, except it was not wein in it. She read another message.

Stole it from the boss. Hope you like it :) I know they didn't allow you to, but this is your life, your decision. Don't let the other choose for you. You are not a little girl anymore. You make your decision.

Human blood. Something clicked in her. Anne swallowed, thinking about what her mother would say.

...Don't let other choose for you...

But the other vampires, they didn't drink animal blood. They said human blood taste better. They were right.

Anne looked down at the bottle. It was full with blood. She could smell it. It had been a long time since she had last hunted.

Her whole family didn't feed on human blood.

It was killing her from inside. She was thirsty. Just a sip. Just a sip and I will stop.

Her hand shaking, reaching for the bottle.

She put it back down on the table.

"I'm sorry. I can't." - She whispered for nobody at all. But deep down inside, she knew he heard it. She knew he felt it.

So disappointed.


They left for Voltera the next day. She didn't speak a word. She didn't look at anyone. She was close enough with them but far enough so that her father couldn't read what she thought.

She felt guilty. But worse, she felt guilty for disappointing him. She knew he wanted her to drink that bottle. But she just couldn't.

Their talking was far away, like she was listening from another world.

The plane landed at midnight, when the city had fallen asleep. They had car waiting ourside to take them to the Volturi castle, because Aro insisted so.

Anne let her mind wander away, acting on autopilot. That was why she didn't know when her father hissed, or when her mother wrapped an arm protectively around her. She didn't know. Her mind was wandering to a pair of crimson eyes and pieces of cute messages in her bag. She did not really care what was happening around.

That was until those crimson eyes were right in front of her.

She took a deep breath. Her father hissed, but Alice put an hand on his shoulder.

"Welcome to Voltera, Anne." - He said, kissing her hand. So close. His gaze on her was exotic, and his breath...

Anne swallowed. The human blood. It was the smell of the human blood from the bottle in Rome.