Welcome to Our World.

Summary – A family holiday to takes a very unusual turn. "Look we're in the city with the lowest crime rate in Italy, what's the worse that could happen?" Damn I wish I never said that.

AN – Ok just a warning,

1- This is my first Twilight fic - please be kind

2 - this fic is quite utterly random.

I might delete it at the end of the day. I was trying to revise when this just popped into my head and I thought I'd jot it down.

Don't judge me too harshly like I said I just wrote it on a whim.

Welcome to Volterra

I'm ill. So damn ill. You know when you can literally feel all of the congestion blocking your nasal capillaries, you feel a little bit light headed and you're faintly aware of a subtle hint of nausea in the pit of you're stomach. Yeh, that's how I'm feeling right now.

Add a bit of a temperature and a dry croaky throat and you're set.

You're probably wondering why I'm not knocked out in bed already, instead of complaining incessantly to myself. Well to tell you the truth, I really wish I was.

Instead I'm grumbling to myself in the back of our coach being brilliantly antisocial and listening to the soothing Snow Patrol lyrics currently blasting through my eardrums via my headphones.

I started to doze lightly the dull throbbing at the back of my head appeasing slightly as I drifted into blissful unconsciousness when I felt an annoying flick on my nose, I Lazily tried to swot it away but soon felt another swift flick this time a little harder, I cursed slightly under my breath finally opening my eyes. I gave a very un-lady like half yell half shriek tumbling backwards slightly as I stared at the big bug eyes of my little mutt of a brother.

"Andieeeeeeeee. Wake Uppppp. We're almost there."

He made to shift my blanket from me, tugging my arm in vain trying to get me to sit up with all the strength of a four year old. I glared back at him, preparing the; 'Touch me and you die' look, but one glance at his moist eyes and quivering lip had me hauling myself off the seat.

He grinned toothily at me as I scuffled his hair hazardously making my way to my mother's seat. I felt a hint of pride as I thought of my little brother, the kid had the water works mastered already. Don't get me wrong he wasn't one of those anoying kids that cired all the time, its the fact that he's always so darn good that makes his michevious moments all the more entertaining (as long as i wasn't on the recieving end).

I glared down at my mother honestly the woman had no shame sending the poor boy to wake me up, it's lucky he survived the mission unscathed, she knew he was the only one that could wake me up without feeling my wrath, but still she didn't have to send the sprog.

"ahh don't give my that look. We've reached the city I know you didn't want to miss it." She smiled sheepishly at me. Upon looking at my face however she frowned slightly immediately checking my temperature.

"Andrea I told you not to spend too much time out on the balcony. Honestly if you're going to spend all night sketching why couldn't you think to take or a blanket? Or at least a jacket for crying out loud…"

I'd zoned out by then, my mind floating on over to my sketch book. Even now when I felt like utter crap my hand still practically twitched in anticipation, I couldn't wait to sketch the city.

My mum had decided it was a good idea for us all to go on family holiday. I was going to University next year so I guess she saw it as a last trip together before I headed for independence and joined the 'big bad world'. She took this opportunity to have some 'family time with her babies' before I up and left.

My mum and dad had done the usual thing, you know met fallen in love and rushed into marriage. He up and left when I was 3 but I think it was a mutual decision. He's still on good terms with mum and kept in touch at the beginning he visited a lot, but we've drifted quite a bit since then.

To be honest I don't miss him much. He was never a solid part of my life and I always had mum. Last I heard Ian's gotten married and got a new kid of his own, I've seen pictures of her too, her name's Emily and she's soo cute, like me she got dads dark brown hair, but she's got her mum's blue eyes, my own were hazel.

Aaron hadn't come with us, he couldn't get the time off work but he told us he'd try to get a late flight out. Aaron was my dear step father. He and mum met up years back and have been happily married for 5 years now. He's pretty cool; he never once made me call him dad or anything and he's easy to talk to.

I can kind of remember what she was like before she met him; it was just me and her then. We got along fine, were really quite happy in fact, but when he came along I could see he kind of completed mum. He's like a big kid, really fun to be around and I think he gave her back some of the years she probably had to loose having me at such a young age. Not long ago now the sprog popped into the picture. Danny's four now and he's a little hell raiser in the making. I'd like to take credit for that. Even when he was a little we hit it off right away. As his big sis I obviously baby sat a lot and it was as he waddled over to me I taught him all the tricks of the baby trade. Lesson one - how to exploit one's cuteness.

Well that's how we ended up here in Italy. Mum wanted to see Venice, the sprog wanted to see where the Romans came from and I wanted a taste of Italian art and culture before I headed off. That and I knew that when I was a student I'd end up flat broke so this'd be the only chance I'd get to visit the amazing country for a while.

"Andy…." A sharp voice's voice broke my stupor. Mum scrutinised my face then reached for my forehead.

"hmm… maybe you should stay in the coach, you've got a bit of a temperature."

I huffed slightly; "I'll be fine, I'll just take some paracetamol." I weaved back through to my seat gathering my coat and backpack just as the coach finally stopped. I hopped off the stairs stumbling slightly while rummaged through my stuff for some painkillers and water. I knocked two back and looked for my family.

We were with quite a big party, some friends of mum who'd decided to bring their families too. I spotted them gathered around the tour guide, a pompous looking guy around 40.

"Right gather round, gather round. Welcome to the city of Volterra. Today we'll allowing you free time to explore the city as you wish. You shall be provided with a map to the hotel and landmarks you may choose to visit however as is it the middle of the afternoon you can go back to the hotel and recuperate from your flight if you choose to. Dinner and drinks will be served at the hotel at 7. Scheduled sight seeing will begin tomorrow morning, we'll depart at 7.00 heading to…." Alowing us 'free time', you'd think we were fugitives or something.

The pain killers would take another 20minutes to kick in, but now that i'd woken up I doubt I'll be able to get back to sleep. It was a warm afternoon and I felt relaxed, the urge to explore giving me a burst of energy.

"hey mum can I go for a walk around? I'll meet you and Danny back at the hotel at 6?"

She looked at me like I was crazy.

"Are you kidding? What kind of irresponsible mother do you take me for, you were half dead on the coach, we might as well stick together now go to a café, eat and then look around properly tomorrow."

"Sharan it's ok she can stay with us, we're going to look around for a bit too." Elise one of mums friends popped up behind me making me jump. She smiled kindly at me; "That's if she doesn't mind."

"No that'd be great." I smiled back, i'd always liked Elise. I remembered her wedding, she'd only got married this summer. Turning back to mum I saw her resolve waver slightly. She reached for my forehead again, much to my mortification.

I grumbled slightly trying to dodge her hand "mum quit it, I'm 18 not 10…" but to my delight, I saw her resolve crumble as my temperature had returned to normal. I felt a tingle in my nose and had to pray I didn't sneeze. It thankfully faded.

"See." I smiled. "I'm fine now; look we're in the city with lowest crime rate in Italy, what's the worse that could happen? I'll see you in a few hours."

Before she could find anything else wrong I quickly hugged her and Danny pinching him lightly on the nose, he blew a raspberry at me and I made a silly face sticking my tongue out at him. I know my maturity really shone through then.

I waved back at them and jogged to Elise and her husband… What was his name… Barry… no Garry… I frowned slightly trying to remember, hating the fact i was always so terrible with names. He smiled lifting his arm forward; I met him halfway in a firm handshake.

"Hi I'm George, you must be Andrea"

I grimaced slightly; "Please call me Andy." Ok George it is. Well I was kinda close I thought to myself.

I looked at the couple expectantly; "So, where too?"

AN (ii) So what do you guys think? Is it worth keeping? Not a lot happens in this chapter its mostly just an introduction, but I've got some ideas of where this can go.

I'm thinking of making this a Felix/OC or Alec/OC, at first it was supposed to be a Marcus/OC. It's probaly too early to tell, i'll see how Andy develops and where it goes

Please excuse any spelling/grammar errors i'm going to edit in a bit more detail after

I'm starting on the next chapter, hopefully some of our favourite misunderstood vamps will make an appearance soon ;)

Comments positive/negative are welcome, thanks for checking out this fic =]