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Oh dear.

Andrew looked like he was finding this a bit too grand and astonishing, seeing as they had put us in one room with one bed. Vastly irritated already, I hoped into the bed, snuggled into the blankets and fell asleep.

Someone was shaking my shoulder. I grumbled something unintelligent and rolled over to my side. I was having the most wonderful dream... I was in this long, magnificent daisy covered field. There was a giant tree in the middle, and I had been sitting on a branch with thousands of chocolates and –

"Genna!" someone asked my name in a wakeup call.

"What!" I barked, my eyes still closed.

"The Cullen's, Jacob and I are going for a run to the outsides of Volterra to find food for the Cullen's. We wolves have already had breakfast and I was wondering if you wanted to come." Andrew brushed the hair from the side of my face as I opened the eye closest to him half way.

"Run? As in, exercise?" I asked, and then yawned.

Andrew grinned. "Yep."

I sighed and pulled my blanket up to my chin. "Wake me when this fitness fade is over."

Andrew chuckled and brushed my fridge so it was off my face and bent down so we where centimetres away. So much for sleep. I was wide awake. Now, anyway...

I puckered my lips and Andrew chuckled before lightly brushing his lips over mine.

There was a load bang on the door before Emmett's voice interrupted, sounding like there was, well, a door between us and him.

There was.

"Come on slow poke. You said two minutes not ten. Some of us are growing old here."

That I doubted. I quickly kissed Andrews cheek and watched him walk out of the room, a grin on his face. The door closed as I heard Emmett say, "Ow! What was that for?"

I sighed. Men will be men.

And... women will be women – so I'm going to catch a few more Z's. Maybe even dream about that field.

I heard everyone leave and lay in the bed, watching the patterns on the ceiling sit there. Unfortunately, it seems, coincidental or not, that every two minutes a Volturi guard would walk past.

I counted as soon as I couldn't hear them, and it was always exactly two minutes before another came back.

Strange. Extremely strange.

When one of them walked past I decided to test something. I slipped out of bed and sat on the edge. The Volturi guard halted. I stayed as still as possible and counted until 120 seconds had passed - two minutes. Exactly then the guard moved off again.

Hummm... Listening for me, eh?

When I heard the guard leave I knew I had two minutes to move around freely as I will, without guards on the lookout, or in this case hearout.

I opened the glass door to the balcony and felt the cold sweep around me in result to the rain. I moved into the wet weather and sat on the even colder tiles.

Guarding me. I am what's being guarded or am I being guarded from?

If I am being guarded, is it because they think I'm too dangerous or to fragile? If I'm being guarded from, then who's after me?

So many questions.

"I think I'll catch pneumonia and die. That'll make the Volturi feel bad." I told myself. Then started in a fit of giggles.

Suddenly there was a sharp knock at the door.

I wonder who that could be? Volturi or...humm let me think, Volturi?

Dragging my feet as slowly as I could possibly go on the carpet didn't have much of the long missed affect it use to, when I was human. Usually it would tickle, plus it usually made it seem like the people outside the door had to wait for quiet a time.

Unfortunately we have forever.

As soon as I touched the door I got a sharp zap that made my finger tickle. I hate static electricity.

I fumble with the door and when I opened it I saw Jane and Santiago. Where these the guards that had been guarding me?

Jane smiled wickedly. "Aro would like to know if he would be able to run some physical tests on you, such as strength. He believes this would help us understand you better."

Oh really? Right to the point, aye?

"Would I need to be a werewolf for these...'tests'?" I used my fingers to quote the word tests.

This time it was Santiago who spoke. What was he good at again... persuading people, wasn't it? "It would be...prudent for these tests. Aro and the rest of the Volturi would like you to do these tests so we can decipher your equivalent to us, to see the outcome of some of your capabilities compared to ours."

"No thanks." I told Santiago, ignoring Jane as she tried to glare me down. Out of curiosity, I wonder if I'm the first person around her age, as a vampire, who's actually the same high as her.

I started to close the door when Jane took a step forward, her chin up high and looking down at me. I glared. Obviously we're never going to like each other and she was fine with that.

"We're not giving you a choice." She smiled darkly. I'd love her to try to fry my brain – it'd only come back and hit her.

I opened the door a bit more and leaned on the door frame. I chuckled lightly.

"Jane, dear, you obviously are giving me a choice because you told me what you wanted done. But unfortunately for you, I'm the one in control of my life so I make the choice." I emphasized the word 'I'. "And besides, you can't exactly force me because I have the upper hand – you don't know how dangerous I am or my capabilities, plus your 'brain pain' doesn't work unless you want to hurt yourself."

Jane made a noise that sounded like a growl. I caught a piece of my hair on my finger and started twirling it. "That's a lovely growl. In fact, I think my bunny slippers just ran for cover."

And with that, I slammed the door on her face.

At least, I hope it was her face.

I chuckled lightly. As I had slammed the door Santiago had a huge grin on his face...

Wet, cold, tired and extremely happy, I decided to have a shower.

When I got out, my stomach grumble was deafening. Sighing, I remembered Andrew had said they had had breakfast. I think I know where they went to get the food – if not I could follow his sent trail.

I slipped into a dress, one of my favourites, and waited until the guard had left. I now have two minutes.

Slipping through the door, I used all my senses to try and track the Volturi near me. I don't want to encounter another one. Or two for that matter. Can Demetri track me if I leave my room?

I almost snorted, giving my position away. Of course not.

Following Andrew's trail was easy – there were only two werewolves who had ever been in this residence, and even better, he'd been down here this morning.

I had to cut out some side visits, like him going to what smelt like Edward and Bella's room, Carlisle and Esme's room and another trip to the toilet.

Eventually I found a small corridor with five giant rooms. Andrew had taken a peek inside them. I checked to make sure no one was in this section of this maze of a castle, and stuck my head round the door. A lounge room.

Behind the next door was something like a spa. I'd have to come back here later...

After that, a Library which was bigger that it looked at first. Turns out, for what I could see from the door, the library spread across over the top of the spa room and whatever was in the next room.

The next room was wide and bare. I looked around. Humm... seamed to be a ballroom.

I walked up to the next door and lightly pushed, stuck my head around, beamed and slid in. I turned around and closed the door before heading to the table that looked to be as long as my room was, or the size of a large pool.

Being werewolves, they looked to have eating everything tasty. All that was left were a bunch of banana's, three salad bowls, five bowls of mashed potatoes, eight pieces of long French bread and millions of bowls that where the size of computer mouses to bowls that had a radius of my leg.

Woah.

Well, I'm not really craving healthy food at the moment, and I can't let it go to waste...without having some fun first...

I sat down at one end and, looking around (and knowing I wasn't being watched), flipped a head sized bowl on my head and picked up a long piece of French bread. Swinging it over my shoulder, like I gun, I then saluted to the air. "No sweat Sarge. I'll take that machine gun out with my trusty bazooka here."

A silly laugh escaped my lips and put the food utensils down again before staring at a potato mash bowl right in front of me.

Waste not, want not.

I stuck my thumb fully in. "So this is what it feels like to be potato salad..." I wriggled my finger around. The potato mash stunk and felt horrible.

I pulled my finger out and studied my thumb. Licking the top, I tasted the most horrible earthy taste. Sticking my tongue out, I tried desperately to get the potato off. Ewww.

I wiped the potato remaining on my thumb onto the napkin next to me.

Gross.

Oh my gosh! Banana's!

I picked two up from the bunch and aimed them at the potato. "Take me to your leader, earthing, or I'll atomize your face!" I made a gun noise before someone cleared there throat. I turned around and saw Demetri standing there.

I rested my head on my hand and looked at him like this was totally normal. I think it would have worked, except for the fact I had the tip of a banana in my ear.

"What are you doing?" He asked in a pulled tone.

"What? It's the most important meal of the day." I beamed at him, like a child trying to get an adult to believe them that they weren't eating the chocolate, even though it was half way into their mouth. He raised an eyebrow.

"For some." He added dryly.

"Obviously not, because you're here and the only reason you could possibly be here is because you're hungry. I would add that you could be tracking me, but that doesn't woke on me." I smiled.

"Actually, those that passed your room-" yeah right, "- couldn't hear you moving, and some of them got upset when you weren't there. I offered to track, but your sent was gone." He shrugged like it was nothing.

"And you found me because...?" I hinted.

"Because you must have been destructed because you're sent became as noticeable to me, along with your thoughts, as the sun is to humans." He mused. "You didn't seem to try that hard and yet you avoided all Volturi as if it was second nature."

I noticed he was right about my shield, so I let it go over me again.

"Such interesting thoughts. Very humours." What's that suppose to mean?!

I clicked my tongue and headed up to my room again, dropping the banana's onto the table as I got up.

Demetri followed, mute the whole time, and I was clearly shocked when I got to my room.

Eight vampires – Marcus, Alec, Felix, Jane, Santiago, Corin, Afton and Heidi – where standing and chatting in low voices outside my room.

"Umm-" I started.

"Oh Genna! We were so worried about you! Where did you go?" Heidi instantly advanced on me. Ugh. She was drawn to me – her power reversing onto her.

It wasn't her fault I had that power, that I was vampire. But my anger built up.

I pushed my way around those vampires crowding around me, asked questions while constantly tried to push me away from the door. Demetri was the only one who stood back. My angry grew with every push and my self-control thinned with every question.

I gave a growl and shoved through them all, not caring who I stepped on.

"I'M THREW BEING NOTICED!" I yelled at them.

I got into my room and slammed the door.

Pestering vampires. It's my parents' fault I'm a half-breed.

Thick-headed parents!

But I had a perfectly normal werewolf life before I met the Cullens.

And even when I was a were-wolf, you know what the whole problem was with me?!

I was different.

My pack left me because I was an abnormal female. And you know why werewolves exist? Why I was in this mess in the first place? Why I was different?!

Vampires.

If there weren't any of them, I wouldn't have my mother or father – they'd be perfectly normal humans. I wouldn't be abnormal. I'd be human, like everyone else on this god forsaken planet.

But no. No they just had to exist!

It's their fault.

Everything's their fault.

Hate. Them.

Calm down. I told myself.

I listened outside and hear a bit of talking.

Now if I can just find the light... Oh. The Volturi don't need light because vampires don't need light to see in the dark.

"Aww...Genna. It'll be dark in there, sweet heart. Sure you don't want me to come in and hold your hand." Felix's comment rang in my head.

My self-control broke.

My anger rose till it took control of everything.

"It's all your fault!" I roared and spun around to attack Felix.

Determined to kill everything in my path.

Sorry if that was confusing – Genna had a past where everyone always left her because she was different and she always blamed herself. I tried to get you guys on her train of thought as she finally thought of someone else to pin all her life's troubles on. Also, I forgot to put this in the story before, but Genna was left at a doorstep with her real name tagged to her.

Anyways... what'll happen to Felix? O.o

JANE LOVERS: I'm sorry but in my story, Jane's just pure evil because I'm trying to stick to the characters that Steph made, okay? I'm sorry ;(9

Questions, Ideas – the lot, just remember to ask if you're confused. Don't hold back people : )

P.S. Anyone else think we're lacking Romance?