Disclaimer:Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight. I do not.I own Dana and I co-own Dana with Ilovepeeta

MPOV-

Italy. I was in Italy. Trying to find out why they'd taken my daughter.

At least I looked more presentable, dressed in blue skinny leg jeans, black converse, and a black tee and red hoodie.

We walked intowhat looked like a throne room.

I saw three me sitting on thrones. One brunette, two blonde.

''Is this her,'' the brunette one asked, stopping down from his throne and walking towards me.

''Yes,'' Jane replied, a delicate smile gracing her flawless facial features.

''She is more beautiful in person,'' he said.

''Yes. She is,'' the blonde on the left said, nodding his head in agreement.

''Who are you, and where is my daughter,'' I asked.

She'd better be alive. I swear she'd better be.

''Patience, my dear. First, I would like to welcome you to Italy. I am Aro. This is Cauis, and Marcus.

I nodded, not wanting to be rude but not wanting to engage in any type of damn onversation with them.

''We will lead you to your daughter in a minute. But first, I would like to read your thoughts,'' Aro said in a nonchalant tone.

He grabbed my hand in his. Fire and ice.

He pulled away suddenly, a bright smil lit up his pale face.

''So much talent and potential, young one. It is asham you had to ruin verything my marrying that dog,'' Aro scowled in disgust.

I stood there and took that. Him talking about Jacob. My own personal joy. My warmth at night. Or anytime, really.

''Heidi, bring her her child,'' Cauis said.

A girl with long, blonde hair came out, carrying Nayeli.

''I believe this is yours.'' sh smiled, a bright and sick thing.

Why sick? It was tortured. As if she wanted Nayeli's blood.

''Naya,'' I smiled. kissing her soft hair.

''I see you are affectionate to your wolf child. Nothing more than a puppy,'' Marcus sniffed.

''Now now, lt's not get on her bad side. We do, after all, require quite a heavy amount of favors to ask of the poor girl,'' Aro chastised him lightly.

''What is going on. Let me take my daughter home,'' I almost began begging.

'In good time. W hve three favors to ask you of, if we want to insure the safe return of your daughter to Forks,'' Marcus said gently, unusual to me.

''Anything, I will do anything,'' I whispered.

And by the smug smile that rested on everyones faces,. I knew I would not be going with her.