Discalimer: I forgot to put this on the other - none of these characters are owned by me, but by the fantastic novelist Stephenie Meyer.

I must admit, I wasn't entirely that thirsty for blood as I thought I would be - it could be due to the fact that usually the sight of blood, even the smell, made me pass out - and I managed to only have one human's blood. Although that is still bad, to say I was newborn, I don't think it was. I attempted hunting at one time, (focus on the word 'attempted',) it didn't turn out succesful. I was the only person, (not counting Edward as he didn't catch something so I didn't feel too bad,) who didn't catch an animal - even a rabbit, and they're easy.

Most nights, I listened to Edward playing piano. I hadn't noticed before, it must of been whilst I had slept, he would play his piano. I loved every second and each time he played my lullaby, it took my back to the first time I'd entered his home - how overwhelmed I'd been.

So, here I was, watching Edward's fingers move swiftly over the ivory keys, filling the room with melodic sounds. A smile crept over my face as I swayed slightly.
When the song came to an end, I thought I was going to fall into the land of blissful dreaming - if only that were possible. Edward turned to look at me, holding my hands in his and stroking the marble skin. He sighed deeply, making me look into his troubled eyes.
"Bella..." he began. I waited patiently. I'd decided to give Edward more credit - and was spending the majority of time with him now. I did that before, but I would only spend about an hour a week where I was absent from his company.
"Bella," he began again, "I have to leave." I could see his eyes were pained.

My body froze as he said this, not again. Please, not again. I wouldn't be able to stand the pain if he left - I think I'd definitely snap - go loco. I shook my head, waiting for impossible tears to spring up. He shook my shoulder, getting my attention back to his.
"I'm leaving - but I'm coming back."
"Why?" My voice was hoarse, and I knew he wasn't expecting me to ask him directly, and that he was trying to avoid the question. He waited several minutes before answering, and as he did, his hand moved to cup my jaw.
"Volturi," that was all he said. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"But I'm not human anymore, we don't need to be involved with them."
"It's not related to that Bella, it's... it's to do with Jacob." My body, (which had started to loose some of its tension,) locked in every place, and no matter how much shaking I received, I wouldn't budge.
"I don't want to do it, but I knew you'd want me to. Jacob crossed over the border, one of the Volturi were there and saw him, they know about our truce."
"But that truce has nothing to do with them - and neither do werewolves!" My voice shot through the octaves.
"I thought that, but they have re-thought some of their rules, and, since we live in harmony with them, most of us anyway, they've made a new rule." I waited to see if he would say anything after.

"What's the rule then?" Edward cleared his throat before answering - as though he was going to give a speech. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to me.

'Cullen family,

The volturi have considered changing the rules, and these are some you may need to know.
1. The Volturi shall now be in any business containing werewolves.
2. Any truces made between vampires, werewolves etc will be made official between Volturi.'

I skim read the third line and threw it to Edward, not believing what I read.
"I, I can't have anything to do with Jacob anymore?" Edward shook his head. "Wait, why are you going to Italy?"
"They're not in Italy, Bella, they're in Phoenix," he paused, waiting to see my reaction before continuing, "they're visiting all vampire families, and I asked if I could meet with Aro as I wanted to try and discuss Jacob being free of any crimes."
"I'm coming as well," I knew I was being stubborn - and selfish - but I didn't want Jacob being hurt.
"No." The anger in his voice startled me.
"No?"
"They will think that Jacob sent you, knowing that is the reason he crossed, to talk to you, but they don't know if he actually managed to speak. I need to persuade them he didn't." I understood what he meant, could see him pleading with his eyes for me to stay put, stay with my new family. This was the only time I'd let him go on his own. Wait, no. He wouldn't go on his own.
"Take someone with you though. I'll stay here," my voice deceived me on the last word.

I was pulled into his chest, my head resting against his sweater his wore. I felt his head against my hair, brushing his lips against the strands.
"Thank you," he murmered.
"This will be the first and last time I warn you," my voice was strong and I heard him chuckle slightly. He pulled me away, staring into my eyes which were the same colour as his - topaz.
"Thank you, sorry, of course I'll take someone, anything you ask, just as long as you stay here." I smiled at his persuasion skills - he was starting to act a bit like me in that way.
I raised my head so I could kiss him on the lips, it wasn't going to be thorough, but he pulled me closer to him, his lips urgent on mine, and I couldn't resist.