DISCLAIMER: I honestly think that we are forced to put these here just to torture ourselves. Does anybody out there think that I am Stephanie Meyer? You do? Well go hit your head on the wall a few times and see if you still think that.

A/N: Please review because when I don't get reviews I don't feel inspired and when I don't feel inspired I don't write. I'd like to apologize for chapter 4 because I posted it almost a month ago but for some reason it didn't STAY posted. I'd also have to apologize for not updating sooner, but a close family friend was and still is currently in the hospital.

CamPOV

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

God, what is that? Where is that stupid alarm clock? But that doesn't sound like an alarm clock… Wait a second, I cant move my arms. I cant move my arms! My arms remain as heavy and unmoving as led weights. It's as if a part of my is standing to the side, separated, watching as I struggle within myself. My ability to lift my arms is about the same as my ability to fly. God, what's wrong with me? Where am I?

"Do you know when she's gonna wake up?" Comes a southern accented voice like melting honey. Oh so sweet music to my ears.

"If she's going to wake up, that is," whispers a velvety voice, stubbornly. Way to act like a little bitch.

"Edward, she's going to be perfectly fine. Her vitals are just right, she's perfectly stable, the only thing that seems to be wrong with her is that she just isn't waking up. My medical analysis would be that the physical and mental exertion that comes with the use of her… powers is too much, and sometimes her mind just needs to shut down so her body can rest, adjust, and catch up. When she's ready, she'll awaken. I wouldn't be surprised if she could hear us now," inquires a smooth, authoritative voice from over my left shoulder. Crap, busted. Then again, I'm not exactly choosing to eavesdrop…

"Caaaammmmiiilllee! Are you alive somewhere inside that noggin of yours?" booms a deep voice to my right.

"Your still jumping up and down over your new toy after she threw you through a wall?" questions a snaky female voice, beautiful yet… just plain annoying.

Shut up, trying to sleep over here!

"What?!" the smooth velvet voice stumbles out in a shocked voice.

What fucking part of shut up doesn't this guy understand?

"What, Edward?" asks a new, tentative voice like tinkling bells to my… left?

"I can get a read on her, Alice," whispers who is presumably Edward, the one with a velvet voice, back to whom I must assume is Alice, a voice like chiming bells. "Camille, can you hear me?"

Of course I can hear you, do I look deaf to you? And god, who wouldn't hear you, you talk so damn loud.

Edward whispers each word to the group as I think it, I can almost hear the smile in his voice.

"Do you think she's high again?" mumbles the once booming voice.

"Again?" asks the annoyed, authoritative doctor-type person.

"Umm, yeah, well, you weren't home and we had to medicate her so--"

"You two! Now is so not the time!" Interrupts Alice.

I wonder, do they ever stop talking?

"Camille, do you know where you are? Do you know what's going on?" Questions Edward.

So, this isn't a dream?

"No, it most certainly is not."

Think Cam, THINK! What's the last thing I remember? Well, I went to the new school… then I was walking through the parking lot and-- Oh. Oh. Oh my lord… they found me.

My eyes spring open and I shoot upward in my seat, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. I was laying on a steel hospital bed, large circular lights shining down on me, making my already pale skin translucent. A heart monitor is to my left with a steady line jumping up and down. I blanch when I survey the room, bookcases on the far wall and a large oak desk, a dark reddish-brown, stand yards away. Spread throughout the study were the vampires. All five of the leeches from school are standing around me, and two more that appear to be older stand alongside them. Even with my powers I know I cant fight them all.

I push myself off the bed landing gracefully into a low crouch behind the machinery, straighten out, and back into the corner of the room. Glancing over my right shoulder I see a window leading to lushous green grass at least two stories below me. I could survive if I jumped…

"I don't suggest you don't do that, Camille," whispers Edward. "Don't. We don't want to hurt you, if we did, don't you think we would have done it be now?"

He can read me? I wrap my shield protectively around me. If I cant fight my way out of this, I could at least think my way out. "So, you must know who I am."

"No, we don't," whispers Edward staring at me quizzically, like an algebra problem he has yet to figure out, or just some lab rat he cant wait to poke and prod with needles.

"Hah!" I laugh, not for one second believing his somewhat sincere tone. "Then why are you here?"

"We live here. We're curious as to who you are, and what you're doing here."

"I think you've asked enough questions. Drugging a girl and taking advantage of her? Tsk, tsk. It's my turn. Why are your eyes yellow? All the vamps I know eyes' are red," I state, trying to distract him as I survey the room, trying to appear nonchalant, searching for anything throw-able. The doctor's eyes flash to Edwards, a silent communication passing. Edward's head inclines slightly, as if attempting to tune into a radio station. Not going unnoticed by me, of course.

"We feed on animals, not humans," was his blunt reply, his eyes locked intently on my facial features as if to gauge my reaction.

I raise my eyebrows slightly, not all that surprised by this discovery. "Nice to know," I murmur.

"Look, Camille--" interrupts the southern blonde male, stepping forward towards me, raising a hand as if to stop the current communication and get to more pressing matters.

I throw out my arms, spreading my fingers on each hand, and slowly rising them. Every object on tabletops in the room rise into the air and encircle me like a deadly cocoon, pointed towards him. "I swear to God. One. More. Step," I threaten, my voice glacial. The doctor and motherly figure have wide, staring eyes.

"I'll step back if you answer my question," he counters back at me, stepping closer still. I lean against the wall, he was so close it was almost sensual, only if you happen to over look the scalpels I have aimed at his neck, floating in midair. "Besides, you kind of owe me considering you threw me into a tree when I tried to help you." He smiles, flashing his white teeth, his eyes deriding.

"And that question would be?" I ask, a wicked grin pulling at the corners of my mouth, loving a challenge. If I'm going to die, I might as well go out with a bang.

"Who is your mother, and who took her away?" he counters, leaning closer and lowering his voice to a vicious whisper.

I feel my face turn to icy stone as I lock my teeth. "Her name was Meridith. She is one of the last and most powerful of my kind, and your royalty, the Volturi, took her away from me."

This is a first draft but I wanted to get it out there so if there are any mistakes please tell me in your reviews. Thanks!

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