Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.



It had been a month since he'd left. A long, painful month. I couldn't remember the last time I'd slept for longer than an hour, or when I'd eaten a full meal. I just didn't care anymore. It didn't hurt to think of them happy, with another one of their distractions, completely unaware of the situation I was in. I was struggling to get through every hour of every day; it seemed I had been given an eternity to suffer without him.

The whole ordeal was made harder because it seemed the only person who could take away the pain was him.

Everytime I thought of him, the gaping hole in my heart began to scream in protest.


It had been a saturday night. I had been lost in thought, dozing in and out of sleep, when they had found me.

I had felt the the touch on my arm, and had rolled over towards it.

There were three of them, each wearing a cape of a different colour.

On the right stood a small, childlike frame with short silvery-blonde hair was covered with charcoal. In the centre stood a tall, wiry person, with shoulder length black hair and had the darkest of the capes. To the right stood a man whose size reminded me of Emmett. He was huge. I couldn't bring myself to be frightened. I welcomed any escape from the intense suffering I'd been feeling. The one in the centre lifted his hands and slid off his hood. His hands were pale white and seemed to glow in the moonlight. Looking at his face, he was incredibly beautiful. His eyes caught my attention; they were crimson.

"Why are you here?"


The one in the centre laughed. It was a beautiful sound that brought out goosebumps. Ah. It seemed I was finally having the desired reaction.

"Bella, may I call you Bella? We recieved notice that you were familiar with Carlisle Cullen and his family. We were simply curious as to just how familiar."

He smiled widely, as if it was a big joke that I somehow wasn't a part of.

"I know what you are." I replied flatly, and his smile tightened, brow furrowing the slightest bit.

"And what, my child, would that be?"



Before I'd had time to even think about screaming, the bulky one to his right had swooped me up and climbed gracefully out the window with me over his shoulder. His hood blew back in the breeze, and I saw that it was another male. I didn't understand. He set me down on the floor, and I knew it'd be hopeless to run. The slighter male laughed again.

"It seems we have a slight problem. We cannot leave here knowing you are aware of our little secret."

He reached forwards, and grasped my right hand.

"Interesting.. Jane dear, would you try?"

The smaller of the three pulled down her hood and her brow furrowed in concentration.

She scowled.

"Nothing master."

"Fascinating." He looked at me in awe. "It seems you have two options. We could kill you, but that'd be such a waste."

I gulped.

"Whats my other option?"

"You could join us."

"And who, exactly, are you?"

"The Volturi, my child. You'd do well with our training."

I sighed. I remembered them. Carlisle had spoken of them a few months ago. He hadn't gone into much detail, but I knew that the man in front of me was deadly serious about killing me. I didn't want to die.

"I'll join you."