cause i'm writing a million stories you can be mad if they're ooc. i seriously had a creativity collapse and used my own name. don't worry, i'm minor.

i dont own the characters but at this rate i'm going to drive them into family therapy.

titles are for squares. so is exageration but that's just a personal oppinion.
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I was not having a good time on the plane. The bathroom at Ampugnano had been, by far, the smallest room I've ever been in. My wardrobe was bigger than the stall for Christ's sake! Not to mention I still smelt like cheap alcohol, coffee, and the bottle of purfumes I practically washed my hair in at the airport gift shop. Alec was an evil mastermind. She was a midget and she scared the crap out of me.

Because I was unlikely to have any fashion sense she had taken the liberty of picking out my clothes for me. In fact, I had all of two outfits, counting the one I was wearing. The hard part about picking out clothes when you were a vampire was that you knew that two seemingly identical colored shirts are, in fact, completely different shade of a color and makes you feel like a ragamuffin whenever you put something on. For my own sake Alec only packed black clothing.

I looked in the mirror and smoothed out my black shirt. Yeah, way to go Alec, looking like a prostitute did wonders for my low profile.

Fortunaly for my fashion challenged self Alec had left me the address and code for a safty deposite box in New York. Actually, a lot of safty deposit boxes which hopefully had clothes, apartment keys, nearest hunting grounds in New York City....

I twisted Rosalie's necklace around my fingers while I waited in my seat on the small airplane. I had nearly no baggage so I was able to get on quickly. All was quiet until an American family boarded the plane in Hawaiian looking shirts and loafers. There was a girl about my age, her six year old brother, an oblivious mother who was quieting her son, and a father who just didn't want to hear it. I wanted to laugh when the girl rolled her eyes saying that they were embarrassing her. She sat down right neck to me and pushed her knees agaisnt the back of the seat directly in front of her where an elderly gentleman sat.

"What are you looking at?" she glared at me.

"You're exasperated," I pointed out. "Which is rude and annoying."

"You sound like my mother," she rolled her eyes.

"One day they're going to get stuck crossed," I smiled. "So what brings you to New York?"

"Why do you care?" if I slapped her would i kill her? Maybe brutally damage her but it would be worth it. "I'm going back home. I just came back from the worst vacation in the history of the world with my stupid family."

"Did you go to Volterra?" I inquired.

"Yeah, bor-ring," she sung. "Why? Where are you going?"

"I lived in Volterra," I told her but I had to agree, it was really boring. "What's your name?"

"Vivian Crowley-Mallory," I almost expected a what's it to you? but instead I felt a sharp buzz at my side and I nearly jumped out of my seat. The song "Right Round" from the 80's playing from my side bag.

"Are you going to get that?" sneered Vivian. I looked at her like she was crazy as I searched for the origin of the sound. Oh, it was my phone. I flipped it open and held it to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Who is this?" I heard Alec ask. It was hard to distinguish her voice over the static of the phone.

"Renesme Cullen," I said.

"No!" she screamed and I held the phone away from my ear. "You're supposed to say Erin Sax. I know it's the shortest name in the history of short names but it's your name! What if I was someone else? Huh?"

"Then I would have said that you have the wrong number," I said carefully. "Come on Alec, I knew it was you."

"Yeah but what if I were some kind of vampire that could mimik voices?"

"If I close the phone do you stop talking?" I asked. "I'm kinda new to the whole technology thing."

"Not my fault you've been living in a cave your whole life," I could practically see her rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, it kinda is!" I shouted. "When you said that you would call me I thought that you mean, like, later. As in, after I landed. What do I do when I land anyway?"

"I called a car service for you. Duh," Alec said. "The car will take you to a bank, we use the same guy all the time so he'll know where to go. At the bank you take the saftey deposite box. It's a reserve for clothes so there wasn't much room left. I made sure there was a couple thousand dollars in there for you. Use cash all the time. Did you find the adress on the necklace?"

"I'm human, not blind."

"Sorry, force of habit. Get the first flight going out. And don't use this phone too often because it isn't exactly legal."

"Disposable cells, got it," I nodded.

"Great. Caius says sorry by the way. Oh yeah, and almost everyone's after you so your going to have to be careful."

"What about Demetri, he's the only one I care about." I didn't have to say it was odd that Caius was appologizing for me stabbing him.

"Caius says he can distract him but he can make no promises," Alec was chooseing her words carefully because she didin't want me to explode. "Jane wants to kill you."

"Jane always wants to kill me," I whined. "Can't you talk her out of it, you are her sister."

"I like my life," she said simply i.e. she wasn't taking Jane on. "I have to go now. Just be careful, Aro's out for the kill."

I gulped, I had seen first hand him make a vampire beg on their knees for a swift death and he look them in the eye and give them their last wish. I shoved the memories away. "Wait, Alec!" I wanted to keep her on the line.

"I already scanned all the pictures of your family and sent them to your cell. Oh, and I put a recharger in the saftey deposit box!" she said quickly before hanging up.

And that is why I loved her.

"Hey, uh, Vivian, how do you get photos off of you cell phone?" I asked turning around but Vivan was gone. In her place was stunningly beautiful vampire giving me a confused look.

"What are you?" she asked polietly.

There was something about her that just seemd wrong. It wasn't the earbuds to an ancient iPod wrapped around her hand or the penciled scars all up her arms to her shoulderblades. Her evergreen shirt looked more like a ribbon wrapped endlessly around her torso and around her shoulder or her cold red eyes.

She eyed me with a confused level of curiocity. Layered, long brown hair was pulled back with a pair of over-sized sunglasses that rested on top of her head. She brushed a stray strand behind one ear revealing twisted wire ear rings and an engadgement ring.

"What are you?" she asked again but eventually her eyes narrow. Her jaw clentched and she hissed back at me, "Volturri."

She said it like a curse word and recoiled from me. She crinkled her nose and I blinked back. Thin finger rounded themselves into a fist and she gripped the armrest of the airseat so hard when we took off that I thought she would dent it.

"No," I told her slowly, chosing my words carefully to prevent any further misunderstandings.

"You reek of them," she said with a new reached hostility. "Do you remember me, little girl? I'm the one you told to 'run along and deal with it,' what, were my problems not good enough for you? I only had to run for a few years while a genocide of my people took place!"

"I assure you I have no clue what you're talking about," I told her now scared the way she was looking at me. I didn't like that she called me 'little girl' but bringing that up might not be too bright. "I'm not part of the Volturri."

"Why did he choose you huh?" she asked, poison seeping off her words. "Did Aro love how human you looked, the fact that I can swear I hear a heartbeat out of you? Gentle looks, familiar face. You almost look like the Cullens but you're not a nanometer of their nobility you pathetic little infant."

"Cullens?" I snapped up in interest, letting the infant remark slide. For now. "What about the Cullens, where are they?"

"Are you even listening to me?" she asked banging her head into the seat in fron tof her so the man slipt a soda on himself. "I waited how many years to do this monolouge and you are barely even paying attention. Now that's just cruel."

"Yeah, whatever," I waved it off. "You were saying something about the Cullens, like as in Edward and Bella."

"The attention span just keeps getting shorter," she grumbled. "Yeah, the Cullen family. You know, the tall doctor one, his wife, the small house, supermodel girlfriend, short hyper physic, emo spouse, over-obsessing brother, klutzy human... they really aren't mistakable."

"Yeah them!" I shouted triumphantly giving her a huge hug. "thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!"

"You're in the personal bubble..." she pulled away. "Seeing that you aren't Volturi I can't rant on about your explotation of trust. So this trip was completely pointless! Joy."

"I'm Nessie Cullen," I told her and she jumped back in fear of another hug.

"Jace Grentelli," she held out her hand tentatively and i shook it hard. "Totally related to Emmett," she said rubbing her shoulder. "But you're oddly..."

"Clumsey, cute, young, hyper?"

"Short," she settled on. "Like you would be considered a midget in thrity-two states back home." She shrugged. Why is it I always sit next to the obnoxious people? "So are you going to try and find your parents kid?"

"Yeah, are they alive?" I asked only looking for only one answer. I knew they were alive, they had to be.

"They're all dead," she said and my heart fell. "But if you aren't using technical terms then yeah, they're still killing animals. I prefer the hunting ground of the Bronx if you asked me."

"That wasn't funny!" I smacked her and it hurt a little. Stupid half human body. "So do you know where they are?"

"Jared might," she shrugged. "But you're going to have to come back to Manhatten with me."

"If you live in Manhatten why do you hunt in the Bronx?" I asked side-tracked. They were next to each other but why not just hunt in Manhatten, it's so much less to walk.

"A wise man once told me not to," she smiled and I had a feeling that wise man was my father. "I really live in Brooklyn though. I just adore the traffic. It gies me multiple approtunites to piss off cab drivers."

"You take a cab to go hunting?"

"Only on Wednesdays," why does this girl not make any sense? I was going to put up with it for now but if she started taking up book binding then I was hiting the road on my own. Jace looked back at me still curious and i wiped my face with the back okf my hand, did I have blood on it?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked leaning in the opposite direction.

"Nothing," she shrugged. "It just-" she stopped and shook her head. "Nothing, it isn't important."

Important enough for her to mention it. Then again I could Jace didn't really have a mind filter. Whatever she thougt just came out of her mouth which could be both annoying and helpful. I pulled my gloves tighter and looked to Jace who was now listening to music, pretending to be sleeping.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered after a few minutes of silence.

"Why?"

"It's notlike I'm aiding in the escape of Aro's more prized possession," she rolled her eyes and turned her music up. "Plus, if he doesn't kill me first Bella's going for my throat."

i found a lovely box at an antique dealer a few weeks ago and when i opened it i was pleasantly surprised to see that it was holding bones. yes, bones. it always has to be bones....

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