A/N: Let's just get this story started, huh? You know, I'm sorry for the wait.

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A Crash to Remember:

Viola ran her hands across the books on her bookshelf, counting the amount she had for the millionth time. She had to keep her mind occupied, at least until it was midnight. Witching hour, she remembered reading something about that. Her sensitive fingers traced the bindings of leather bound books and paperback. She read each title until she could recite them without looking but by merely touching the spines.

She went on for hours then she moved to rearranging her room five different times until she was satisfied with it. The couch ended up in front of the door, the oak bookshelf next to it in the corner, and the desk on top of the couch with the lamp atop it. She peered at it, cocking her head, thinking she was insane, knowing she was insane. She brushed her scarlet hair out of her face and took an unnecessary gulp of air.

But this routine was more than just occupying her mind from Edward; it was distracting herself from him. Seth. A slice of pain cut through her mind, and a grimace appeared on her face. How stupid could she have been? Showing her powers to Volturi like that. She could've wrote it in the sky, saying, "I have powers," with the stars and still it wouldn't have been worse than what she had blatantly demonstrated. She cursed herself every moment she wasn't distracted.

"Viola," Alice called outside her door. Viola ignored her, and began to count the number of wooden panels on her floor.

"Viola, are you alright?" Alice asked consolingly. Still Viola ignored her, continuing to count panels softly allowed.

"Twenty-three…twenty-four…twenty-five…" she muttered, almost soundlessly.

"I know you're in there, Vee. Nothing's stopping me from breaking down this door," Alice persisted.

"I'm perfectly fine," Viola finally replied sharply, having finished counting the panels. There were thirty-six total.

Alice huffed, but Viola heard her footsteps walk softly and swiftly away. Viola prayed the Cullens would understand what she had to do.

Hours later, it was midnight.

Earlier, Edward had come in to tell her they were going hunting. Bella, Emmet, Rosalie, Alice, and Edward. The rest stayed behind, but they wouldn't deter her plans. Right then, she knew very little of her plans or if she was even going. The doubt was why Alice and Edward hadn't caught her yet.

So at midnight, she packed a duffel bag with clothes and a few books, and then Viola slipped through the window into the moonlit night. The air was cool to her skin, though everything seemed to be cool in her new body. She went around to garage, picking Alice's yellow Porsche as her vehicle. She hoped the vampire wouldn't mind.

Viola slid into the slick leather seat, fishing the keys out of the glove box. She pushed the key in, probably with more force than she needed, and let the engine roar quietly to life.

A few weeks prior to this, Seth had taken up the task of teaching Viola to drive. The first time hadn't gone so well—a tree ran into her car—but since then she'd progressed. She now could successfully park and change lanes as needed, sometimes. It really depended on a lot of things.

She remembered the day she crashed into a tree as she pulled out of the Cullen's driveway soundlessly. It had been a nice spring Saturday morning and the air was fresh and clean within the unnaturally green forest. It was the day she confessed to Seth that she didn't know how to drive. At first, he stared at her wordlessly as if she were utterly insane or if she was possibly kidding, but then, he realized, she wasn't.

That's when he took her hand in his caramel one and dragged her out to the garage, a mischievous look in his chocolate eyes. She let him tow her all the way to one of the Cullen's green Jeeps and pushed her inside, despite her protests.

"Driving's easy, Vee," he had said reassuringly. "It's like reading a book; it takes awhile to get into it, but then you'll find it's as easy as pie."

He had grinned, real wide, a glint in his eye made Viola's stomach turn from nervousness. He has got to be lying, she had thought, sure he was setting her up.

Viola turned out to be right. Driving was hard. And as she backed out, she lost control, and panicking, she hit the accelerator instead of the brake, which sent them hurdling into the forest behind them. Seth had shouted at her to push the brake, and when she did, the car halted, still hitting a tree but not completely tumbling into the forest.

By then, Seth had fallen into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, his eyes shining with a mixture of relief and pleasure. Viola had glared at him for a few moments before she, too, erupted with laughter. She couldn't possibly help it; his laughter was infectious.

She remembered this as she drove to the airport, determined to get that boy back. The Volturi had to be kidding themselves if they thought they could get away with taking her Seth. That afternoon, Edward and Alice had explained all about the Volturi. Like where they live and what they do. They lived in Volterra. And that was her ultimate destination.

She arrived at the airport at half past two o'clock and boarded at nearly five. Sleep evaded her as she was vampire now, but it felt wrong watching all the humans sleep while her eyes were still wide open. She kept a low profile; using the contacts the Cullens gave her and the false documents that said her name was Viola Anne Cullen. She stole the money for the airfare; an inevitable prospect, for she couldn't simply ask for it.

So at five o'clock in the morning, with the chilly night air still hanging around her, Viola boarded the plane, feeling a many number of things. Guilt, determination, sadness, treachery, and anger. But mostly determination.

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