Its been a while hasnt it?

Im sorry for not posting for a bit but i was really busy and kinda forgot to upload.

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and i will try to keep adding chapters regularly.

-Baroness

Disclaimer: Most of the characters of this fanfic are miss Stephanie Meyer's but a few are mine. Also, i own the plot. So ha. i do own something.

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I hadn't realised i had fainted until I woke up and noticed I was on the ground in my front hall, no, Charlie's front hall. This wasn't my house anymore. As i stood up i saw that about an hour had passed and soon Charlie would wake up to go fishing. I quickly stood up and grabbed a couple sweatshirts from the front closet and a windbreaker. Vampires, or whatever i was, didn't feel the cold but i would need something to disguise my newfound wings. As soon as everything was packed I slid out the door and disappeared into the shadows.

I began to make my way towards Seatle but after a few minutes of running i decided to make a detour towards the Cu-, their old house. As i approached the house i checked to see if it was occupied. According to the smell of dust, it had been vacant since they left. I was safe.

I crossed the yard and entered the huge 10 car garage. Though they had taken some of the cars with them to i dont know where, i was glad to see they had left a few. They were all good expensive cars but none of them really caught my eye. Then, i noticed that there was something covered with a sheet in the back of the garage. I went over and unveiled a beautiful, sleek, sports car that suited me exactly. Acording to the papers in the back seat it was a limited edition Ferrari Hamann F430 Black Miracle, one of the fastest cars on the market. Perfect.

It only took a few minutes to find the keys and stick my suitcase in the trunk, and then i was of to the Seatle airport. Though i couldnt go as fast as i had wished, the trip still took only an hour. I left my car in the parking lot but took the "emergency" money and credit card that i had found in the glove compartment. Stealing made me a bit guilty but i needed to buy a ticket and i wanted to save my college fund money for incase they noticed that the car and the money was missing.

I entered the airport and headed to the ticket office. I purchased a first class ticket to voltera and then let the staff direct me to the executive lounge to wait for my plane. An hour later, I boarded the plane and was on my way to fulfil my destiny.

I was sitting next to a blond girl, about my age, who had oversize sunglasses, a fake Prada purse and knockoff Jimmy Choos. Everything about her, from her dyed hair, bad nose job and too big boobs, screamed fake. As soon as the plane started to taxi across the runway, she started to hyperventilate. I decided to start talking to her to calm her down and stop her from puking on my only nice pair of shoes.

Her name was Jessica Martino and she was a 20 years old. She was going to italy to visit her friend Camilla for her birthday and she was terrified of planes. I had kinda fiqured that out before. I told her my name was Izzy Garnet, after my favourite gemstone, and that i was visiting my uncles in Volterra. We talked for most of the flight and soon enough we were there.

As i stepped out into the warm afternoon sun i remembered that in my new form i could not spend too much time under the bright sun or else i would start to glitter. I was only safe for about 2 hours. I quickly walked to the baggage claim and picked up my battered bag. I decided to explore the city for a bit and then go seek out the volturi. As i wandered through the narrow cobblestone streets, i noticed a small shop with brightly colored clothes in the window. The sign said it was called Tesori dimenticati. Forgoten Treasures, how... quaint. I needed new clothing since the transformation had changed my body shape and also i needed something to wear that would impress the volturi, so i decided to check it out.

I entered the shop and began browsing the selection of dresses, shirts, pants exetera, but nothing caught my eye. Then, i noticed a flash of scarlet near the back of a rack of souvenir t-shirts. It was a dress, but not just any dress, the perfect dress. It was a strapless, deep ruby number that descended to the knee, with a peek of black mesh petticoat at the hem and a red rose cinching the waist. Needless to say it fit perfectly, so i went up to the cash and brandished my new AmEx, courtesy of the Cullens. The shopkeeper was a wizened old lady with a puff of snow white hair pulled back into a bun. As she looked up she gasped and said.

"Oh, caro signore, es scelto uno,il suo tempo, la sua lei! Isabella."

She stared muttering in Italian and searching for something in the back room. A minute later she returned with a small plum velvet jewlery box

"Is for you Isabella" she told me.

"How do you know my name?" i asked, astonished.

She just kept smiling and gave me the box. I opened it, and nestled in the soft velvet was the most beautiful necklace i had ever seen. It featured a small golden pentagram surrounded by swirling silver strands and had three onyx beads and a beautiful round amethyst topped with a crown. As i turned to thank the lady, she was gone.

I stumbled out of the shop, trying to figure out what had just happened. As i headed towards the town square, i noticed 2 things: one, i only had half an hour left before my skin would stop absorbing light and tart to shimmer. And two, I still had the dress in my arms. I wasted ten of my precious minutes trying to find the shop again but i was unsuccessful. I decided to find a place to hide out until it was safe to go out without exposing myself as a, well as whatever i was.

I booked a suite in a beatiful antique boardhouse that had been converted into a luxury hotel. The room i had been assigned was spacious and confortable. I had about an hour until sunset, so there was plenty of time to get ready.

First, I took long shower and blow dried my hair straight till it fell like a crimson curtain down my back. Then, I applied some eyeliner, lipstick and mascara, trying to copy what i had seen in a magazine. It didnt look to bad so i didnt wash it off. Finally, i stepped into my dress, put on my necklace and added a hooded, black velver cape embroidered with red to hide my wings, plus a pair of glittery red strappy heels.

When i looked to see the result in the mirror, i barely recognized myself. I looked like one of those girls in those celebrity magazines that mom would always read. the ones who always looked perfect and who had been airbrushed within an inch of their life. I was ready to go.

As i stepped out into the cool night air, all eyes were on me. Girls were glaring at me as their boyfriens stared, glassy eyed and drooling. For once in my life, i was the center of atention, and if i do say so myself, it was amazing. I was a different person now, goodbye shy little human Bella, and hello new, beautiful, powerfull Bella.

I made my way through the streets of Voltera, following the scent of vampire. Finally, i arrived at a small wooden door on the side of a rundown, stone building. As i opened it, i caught a whiff of the unmistakeable scent of blood followed by the sweet perfume of vampire. I stepped into a spacious, well lit lobby. In the far corner was a young human woman typing furiously at a desk. I approched her and rang the bell sitting on the corner of the desk. She looked up, startled, and asked me if she could help me. I announced that i was here to see the volturi.

-"Well, well, well, what do we have here." said a voice coming from behind me.

I whirled arround and took a step back when i saw who was speaking.

-"You"

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Ooooooooooooh

who is the mysterious voice?

find out in the next chapter!

Also the pics for bella's dress, necklace and car are coming soon to a profile near you.

Review whith questions, coments and ideas please!

-Baroness

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