The team that came for me was made up of Aro, and two vampires from the guard, Malcolm, and a small girl called Jane. Aro looked the oldest, and probably was, though there was no way to tell with vampires. His skin looked like onion skin, pale and thin; though I could guess it was just as strong as any other vampire's. He had long, greasy black hair that badly needed washed and brushed. He had red eyes. As did the others. They were all wearing black cloaks, which would have made me feel out of place, in my own house. If I cared. The small girl, Jane, as Aro introduced looked hateful and sadistic. You could tell by her expression, and how she told Malcolm to just kill Charlie instead of tricking him. She was beautiful though, of course. Medium length brown hair, but I could honestly say I didn't think they had showers in Volterra, looking at her and Aro; they really needed a wash. She had full pink lips and wide, beautiful eyes, despite the redness. Malcolm had short blonde hair, and it was actually clean. He had very angular features, a pointed chin and his cheekbones jutted out from under the skin. I bet he had blue eyes as a human. Like all vampires, they were pale as bone.

I'm not sure why their appearances were important, really, as after Malcolm 'planted an idea' into Charlie's mind, they walked me out the door. Well, carried me, but it seemed like I was walking, the way they supported me. "My... my stuff? Don't I get to bring anything?" I said, looking around at them. Nobody so much as looked at me.

"Taken care of." Jane said in a pretty, girlish voice, though it was incredibly apathetic, as though my case was the same as any other they dealt with. They got me to the car, which looked like a normal –though expensive- black car, but when I got inside, I realized the inside was like a stretch limo. There were chairs at one side, and a mini bar at the other. There was a fridge, with only one drink in it. My eyes narrowed in on the dark red liquid as I sat down. It seemed like the most delicious drink the world could offer, when it really was blood. It was, after all exactly what I needed. There was a monstrous desire deep within, possibly from my baby, but I managed to stop myself raiding the fridge for it all. That was when I felt a presence beside me that wasn't one of the vampires that came into my house. I jumped slightly. She was a very beautiful vampire, tall and statuesque like Rosalie. She had a small bag: my stuff.

"Heidi," She said to me, smiling pleasantly, swinging her light brown hair over her shoulder. She handed me the little bag, and then began surreptitiously inspecting me. I could feel her eyes –which were a strange violet colour- sweep over me in surprise. "Aro was right," She mumbled to Jane in disbelief.

"Of course he was!" Jane snapped. Heidi didn't look surprised by her behaviour, but unfortunately, I was either insane, or stupidly brave.

"Teacher's pet," I mumbled under my breath. Of course, vampires can always hear when you speak. And I wasn't friendly with these vampires. Not these red eyed ones. I'd have to find out about that. Suddenly, Heidi looked alarmed, and Jane looked at me furiously. I don't know why, but when she glared, it made me feel very self-conscious. It might have just been because she was staring, but my head started to feel tickly, like a feather was trying to penetrate the skin. Jane looked even more pissed than before. She started hissing, and she bunched up in her seat as though she was about to launch herself at me. Okay, I was scared before, just after I made that remark. Now? Terrified. I was about to try screaming, use up the last of my energy, when suddenly Malcolm jumped into the car and sat on her tiny form. She hissed furiously, like he'd sat on a cat, not a little vamp girl.

"Sorry, Janey, didn't see you there." He chuckled, shimmying off her. "You're so darn tiny." His voice had a Texan, American farmer twang and he reminded me of Jasper a little, though only with the blonde hair and the accent. The attitude was very Jacob, or Emmett. Aro was in the front, driving. I don't know why he was the driver, considering he was like the big boss, but whatever. "Hello, Isabella." He said pleasantly, though I could sense a mocking undertone to his voice. I was going to reply, when I got the sick feeling again.

"Got a bag?" I said quickly, not wanting to throw up on them. Heidi passed me one with a fearful look in her eye. It mustn't be that bad...really.

"Great. She gets carsick before we've even went ten miles." Jane said, glaring.

"It's not carsickness, dumbass." Malcolm smirked at her. I wondered if he was going to make a joke about her or me. He opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly the car swerved, making us all jerk.

"Hush up, Malcolm, Jane." Aro chided playfully.

"Sorry, Aro," Jane murmured, bowing her head in shame. Heidi and I shared a smile, which she didn't see. I guess Heidi was the only one I liked at the minute. Malcolm and Jane, they were obviously annoying, but Aro... I didn't really trust his cheerfulness. Too fake.

It was an hour after we'd left home, and we were at the airport, sitting in the car, waiting. Malcolm and Jane stared at me in disbelief and disgust as I slurped blood through a straw. Heidi pretended not to mind, she was the one who suggested it after they'd heard my story. It was like an energy drink, I felt a bit more active. Just as well, the times in the journey I hadn't been speaking, I was asleep. Sometimes, I even trailed off my story and fell asleep. Heidi smiled reassuringly, and told me 'it left her cliff hangers'. Just as I finished my first glass –which actually tasted good, though I don't really think it was me alone who was tasting it- I looked out the dark tinted windows. What I saw shocked me, though I don't think I really should have been that surprised. I had no idea what airport we were at, anyway. I could see Renee and Phil, walking toward the main building. They had lots of sports bags and baseball kit, and what looked like a baseball team with their wives and girlfriends milling around them, going in the same general direction. Some even still wore their 'The Suns' shirts. I really hadn't thought of Mom. But I didn't want her to see me. I was going to die, and that would be too painful to know it would be the last time to hug her. Plus, my physique wasn't exactly the kind for meeting Mom. Teenage pregnancies? A no-no for Mom. The Cullens? A definite no-no.

And just my luck, that was the time the vampires chose to get out the car. I stayed behind for as long as I could, though I couldn't really pretend to be asleep; they saw me alert a second ago, and they would be able to tell. I got out, trying to hide my face behind my hair, especially since I was crying again. Jane was the only one to remark.

"Oh, please," She smirked. In my annoyance, I kicked my leg out in front of her to trip her. She would have easily pushed it away, or walked through it, if she were paying any attention. She fell face first onto the gravelly pavement. Heidi didn't know I'd tripped her.

"I thought we were graceful?" She said mockingly. Luckily, Jane couldn't retaliate, because in public she was just a girl. I looked for Renee and the rest of the baseball team again, but they were nowhere to be seen. I wiped my eyes and followed the vampires into the airport.

"Bella?" Someone said, through the crowd. It was Renee. Oh, no. I pretended not to be Bella, and ignored her. "Bella Swan?" She called again, less certain this time. Then, I heard her mumble, "It isn't Bella." To Phil.

"Of course it's not, honey. That lady's pregnant. And bonier. And paler. She looks nothing like Bella. I can't believe you don't know what your daughter looks like," He chortled. I stole a glance at them, to see them walking away, arms around each other, still laughing.

"Your Mom?" Heidi asked me sympathetically. I nodded, wiping tears away from my eyes. She put an arm around my shoulders. It felt weird, her cold, hard arm on me, but not uncomfortable. It was familiar.

I can honestly say I didn't see any more of the journey. I would blame Malcolm, but I knew myself better. I was exhausted, I'm surprised I didn't sleep longer. But I had reasons to wake up; I was in absolute agony. And I was all alone, in a dark, unfamiliar room. The walls were stone, so I could guess this was no hotel, but the actual castle they planned on taking me to. It was like stomach cramps. Bloodlust? There was a glass by my bed, I drunk it all in one gulp. Nope, not that. Though it did settle a bit. I pulled up my shirt to see large blotches of black on my stomach. Kicking. Either that or she was trying to tear holes through me. I tried to ignore the pain. I looked around the room, searching for something interesting. It was an empty room, except the bed, the table, the window and me and my things. And a little envelope by the door.

Nobody will come to you. The door is locked. There is a bathroom in the other room, back corner.

I looked around. Indeed there was a door to a bathroom.

We're not like your Cullen family, your blood...we cannot resist if exposed to it. We will know if you die, don't worry.

Yeah, like I was worried about that. Freakin' Volturi. I came here for some vampire, professional help. Instead, they've kept me prisoner? There was another little note, more surreptitious, hidden in the side of the door.

We'll visit you. Heidi, Renata,etc. And of course, Gianna. She's human, so she'll be the best. Just say the word. :) xxx

At least I wasn't entirely alone.

AN: Soo... what do we think so far? Review? Cheers much (:

Thanks to everyone who has already reviewed, you're so kind (:

Idk, this chapter may have taken the 'drama' out of it xD

Will she or won't she stay with the Volturi? :O Will she meet the Cullens? .... If you know me, you know the answer. That's all I'm saaayin,.

Thanks again, peeps. I'll invent a new word, for just how amazing you all are.... but not right now. Fantasticamazingreaterrifficoolactoseintolerant. Naah, just doesn't work. will get back to ya on that one. :L

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