okay here's chapter 1! The first few lines are from the new moon extra's piece "Rosalie's phone call" on Stephenie Meyer's web site. Enjoy!

Disclamer: nope, still didn't create twilight.

"He's at the funeral," the boy finally answered.

I shut the phone again.

I started shaking. I felt my self losing control; I leapt out the small attic window shattering the oval-shaped glass. My feet hit the pavement silently in the dark street. I was breathing heavily, my whole body shook. I slammed the cell phone in a nearby trash can before fleeing into the obscure woods. I had to remove myself from human presence before I ruined it all-- as I had come so close to doing so many times.

She can't be dead, she cannot be gone.

Wind howled in my ears, the sharp summer breeze nipped at my face. I pushed myself farther and faster, I felt it coming, once it hit I couldn't stop myself. I abruptly skidded to a stop, falling to the ground. My body convulsed with tearless sobs, my brain exploded with thoughts-- all of her. I gasped for breath, my throat felt like it was closing, and I thought my chest would cave in from weeping. I tore my hands into the ground.

My sweet angel is gone. Forever. All because of my one damned mistake.

I withered on the ground clutching my chest; I wanted to rip my body apart. I cursed myself for such foolish decisions. I moaned in distress. She flung herself off a cliff because she thought I didn't want her. How could she not see through my lies? A lie all lies and she believed them. I thought by leaving she would be happier, deep down I knew she was just as tangled up in this as I am. At the time I could only see the pain I was causing her when I was with her, not the agony I would cause without her. I sat up, dry-heaving food that did not exist in my stomach.

I knew there was only one thing to do. Only one thing I could do, I would go to Italy. My brain slowly turned, tossing around the inevitable in my head. For as long as I'd loved her I'd known wouldn't live without her. Visiting the Volturi was my only choice. There was no looking back, no time for grieving. Heaving my body off the dirt I walked back into town, mentally collecting myself along the way.

I stopped at the first pay phone I saw and dialed zero

"Hello," A disgruntled sounding operator answered.

"I'm going to need the number for the nearest international airport."

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"Sir Beef or chicken?"

"Neither", I grumbled at the flight attendant. I was already in a bad mood, and nothing was more annoying to me than flight attendants. Their too fake smiles always pestering me about closing my window shade or buying some tax-free cologne. I closed my eyes and massaged my temples. Only three more hours until the plane landed, then it would be over soon enough. Strangely I felt no fear in dying, just anxiety to end this life.

I might as well have killed her myself; all I wanted to do was keep her safe, now her blood is on my hands. I winced; my silent heart ached for her. My arms yearned to hold her once more. I tapped my fingers restlessly against the arm of the seat, causing the flight attendant to glare at me. I tried to pull my mind away from its impatience by thinking about my family. I probably should have said some sort of goodbye…it's too late now anywase. By the time they realize what's happened I'll be gone.

Suddenly horrible thought struck me. Alice. I groaned putting my head in my hands. How could I forget about Alice's visions. I quickly calculated it in my head; it was a much quicker plane ride from South America than it was from where she was. That would slow her down. Maybe if I'm lucky she'll go make sure Charlie's okay, that would give me even longer. I should have about a day, that's enough. The last thing I need is Alice and Emmet showing up in Italy endangering more lives at my hand. I shuddered. I leaned back in my seat and concentrated on the thoughts around me.

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I stared up at the magnificent wall before me: Volterra. I'd been here once before, though not quite under the same circumstances. The city was unusually busy, people crammed into every corner, pushed up against each other like sardines. The heavy sent of blood was stronger than usual. I didn't struggle though. In the past year my self control had greatly improved. It's like I always tell myself, mind over matter. I pushed my way through the dense crowd in the main square. I approached a grand arc in the wall, with two huge glass doors. The main entrance to the Volturi's dark labyrinth. Taking a shaky breath I stepped out of the cloudy plaza and into the cool reception. The floral sent that greeted me reminded me so much of Bella I had to double check to make sure she wasn't in the room. I approached the tan lady sitting behind a large mahogany desk.

"Can I help you?" She blinked up at me with her green eyes. I tried to ignore her inappropriate thoughts.

"I'd like to meet with Aro and Marcus, please."

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I stormed past Gianna, brushing off her questioning thoughts. The glass doors banged closed behind me, I was seething. The warm night air blew my hair across my face as I strode across the plaza.

How dare they deny me death! I come with one simple demand and they reject me out of respect for Carlisle. Well let's see how they like half the city going missing. Or maybe a killing spree through the street is more their taste.

I stopped; I knew I couldn't hurt anyone. I pinched the bridge of my nose, I have to make them angry enough to kill me. Maybe killing one of their own, like a guard? No their too well trained. Hell, I could just toss a car across the city with one hand, that would be enough. I turned into an alley, letting my body slid down into the feutal position next to a stack of news papers. What could I do that would expose us and ensue a quick death? My thoughts were interrupted by the familiar burning sensation in my throat. I smirked; maybe this doesn't have to be so complicated, I'm sure they don't allow hunting in their city.

I circled through the streets for an hour, trying to find the best victim, but every time I got close I backed down. I couldn't do it this way. I wouldn't hurt any humans, for Bella and Carlisle's sakes. I returned to my spot in the alley, burring my head in my arms. What now? I sighed and pulled one of the papers into my lap scanning the front page. My eyes were drawn to a head line in the center of the page reading: "Blue sky's for Saint Marcus Day!"

My eyes widened, that was it. A quick, simple way to expose vampires without hurting anyone. The first smile to cross my face since Rosalie's call appeared. Oh this is going to be good.

I decided to walk out into the sunlight at exactly noon, in the middle of the Main Square. Might as well make a show of it, hopefully they'll get it done quicker. I arrived at the Main Square hours before noon. It didn't take me very long to decide where to walk out, right in the center underneath the Clock Tower. I stood silently, unmoving until it was time. My thoughts fixed only on her. I relived every moment of my time with her in those few hours. Her memories were so strong it almost felt as if she where there with me. I smiled, if Carlisle was right soon I would see her, and I would never leave her again. But I knew this wasn't true. Even if there was an after life for us I would surely go to hell. After all the terrible things I'd done and pain I'd caused people.

The bell began to toll. I took a deep breath. I felt peaceful, I was at one with what I was about to do. I had the sensation that somehow taking my life would pay for all the horrible things I'd caused. I prided my self in the fact that soon no one would ever be hurt again because of me. I thought of Bella, a vision of her in her prom dress filled my head, I smiled.

I love you Bella.

I raised my foot, ready to walk in to the sunlight gleaming down, I leaned my body in.

Then the sent of freesia crashed into me like a tidal wave.

There you have it, read and review please! I know it was short and sort of choppy, but i was anxious to reunite Bella and Edward. So next chap on will be all BxE goodness. :

please please pease review!

--Ashley