A/N- so i think I'm getting the hang of this:D i'm trying to resist pleading for reviews, but I'm a new author and all I really need to know is if people are enjoying my writing. please, reviews only take ten seconds and they just make me so happy:D

I do not own any part of the twilight series, but they certainly have quite a hold on me.

I'd been still for too long. Maybe seven, eight hours. I'd been blocking out the voices of others thoughts, but I let them flow in now, to see if the pain that I was feeling was showing as visibly as it felt. I settled on the first mind I found suitable, the flight attendant.

The male attendant was looking over at me with worried thoughts, he thought I was dead. In his mind I was a lifeless statue that hadn't breathed in hours. That reminded me, I took a deep breath. The knives in my throat wasn't the only pain that coursed through my hollow body. The fact that I was still able to breath when Bella, I winced, could not. Why? I couldn't help but ask myself yet another time. Why did she do it? She promised me she wouldn't. The conversation was still clear in my head.

"I would like to ask one favor, though, if that's not too much," I had asked, fighting to keep from pleading.

"Anything." she had sounded so broken, so weak and hurt it was painful to not break down right there and demand to know how she could believe this! All the lies I had so easily crammed down her throat. I had never known my own power.

"Don't do anything reckless and stupid," I wasn't able to keep my voice monotone anymore, this one favor, one promise, had kept me from going back to check on her. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

She had nodded. I had believed her. I could never doubt Bella. Never think that she would do anything against what she had promised. And then she went and . . . I killed her. I had to stop blaming her. There was no doubt that if I hadn't left her like that with no one to watch over her and protect her and love her like I had then she would still be . . . alive.

I fought to keep breathing, allowing the pain of my thirst to stab at me. Although it was nothing, nothing at all, compared to the pain I felt tearing at my hollow body that pleaded for Bella. I peaked into the mind of the woman sitting next to me. She had spent the entire flight shying away from me, afraid that I would have an emotional outburst at anytime. As far as I knew, I could. But now she was studying my frozen face, wondering if I could really sleep for that long on the plane when it's been shaking ever so often by wind torrents.

I wonder why his face looks like that she was thinking, referring to the pain I didn't even bother to hide. What could be so wrong that would drive a man to look so . . . hurt doesn't seem right . . .

The image of me in her mind struck me and I looked at it for a while. My mouth was twisted up into a small little O where air was pushing in and out raggedly. My eyes were scrunched tight, driving my forehead into tight lines that looked like they were permanent. My cheeks sagged lifelessly under my deep purple bags that encircled my eyes. I looked torn. Nothing could put me back together, I knew this. I wish that the humans would realized this and stop staring at me with such curious intensity.

I tried hard to breath constantly throughout the short hours remaining as I watched Bella dance behind my eyes. I tried hard to keep myself from showing anymore pain then I did I already. I tried hard not to break down and tear apart to plane. Maybe if it burst into flames then it would burn my to death. Or destruction. Whatever it was that happened to us monsters. But I was able to resist, though I don't know quite how.

"Welcome to Florence, Italy," a voice on the intercom broke my concentration. My eyes snapped open, but all I could see was the image of Bella that I was trying to hide again. I snapped them back shut as I crumbled into my legs and held myself together. "In just a moment, we will be unloading."

This was going to be a challenge. How was I supposed to stand when I could barely stay in my seat? I focused on my breathing, though I knew only too well from experience that this would make no difference. I comforted myself with the thought that I wouldn't have to suffer in this hell for much longer. Soon I would be reunited with Bella, all I could do was hope that Carlisle was right.

I managed to fight the urge to fly past all the humans as they moved at snail speed, dragging there feet with jet leg as they moved sluggishly onward. I sighed with relief the moment that I was free of the lines of humans that had been surrounding me. I willed myself to keep my human facade as I moved quickly, for a human, through the airport. I found myself in the parking garage without realizing this was where I'd been heading. At least some part of me was still intact.

I jumped on the first car I found, a bright red Ferrari. It made me pause for a second, grip my sides to keep the pain from tearing me apart, as I remembered how much I had wanted to buy Bella this kind of car. Anything to have replaced her terrible, slow, piece of junk. I was surprised that hadn't been the death of her. I chuckled darkly and scowled, scolding myself for being so stupid to find that humorous.

It didn't take long, as I wove in and out of the never ending traffic, to reach the countryside. The trees flashed past in a straight green line as I focused on nothing more but keeping the haunting picture of my dead love from reaching my eyes again. I knew the moment that happened, this car would be ruined. I would reflectively double over before I realized I had and clutch at myself, trying to find a way to stop the pain. To escape it. Soon enough, I reminded myself, I'll be forever freed of this monster that was eating me into empty holes.

Then the large city walls of Volterra reached my eyes. The sun had set far off on the horizon behind the city walls, so walking into to see the Volturi wouldn't be a problem. For once, I'd blend in. The people here were used to seeing my kind walking on the streets. I had to do nothing but keep a human pace.

I ditched the car, removing all of my prints, and rushed, my speed, to the far wall surrounding Volterra. I could see the large building that no doubt housed the many vampires living in this terrible city. I snuck over the wall, jumping to the ground. I took a step forward and immediately crouched down into a defensive position, a growl erupting from deep in my chest, as I heard the thoughts of a vampire that was only a few yards from me.

Oh my, Carlisle's boy?