Author's Note:

Hello everyone! This will be my first story on this profile, I had other profiles and stories but made a new one for myself (good luck trying to find my old stories but if you do, you get an imaginary gold star). Just a little information before you read; I am going by the book when describing the characters. However, I do think 19 for Marcus is rather young so I will be making him older. The order from youngest to eldest goes true by the book; Marcus the youngest, then Aro, then Caius the oldest. I don't know what I'm planning for this story, right now it's simply for a stress reliever and something to do while I work on my original stories. Feel free to review and follow.

There is a prize, by the way. Every 5 chapters I (or rather my husband will since I will doubtfully become bias) will pick one person (not guest) that will get a small short chapter of this story. More details about this coming soon. Anyways, enjoy and review!

Chapter 1

A woman, who looked to be in her mid 20s, sat a top of a small stoop outside a modest sized hotel. Her worn down red Supras were planted flat on the white painted steps below her, her black jean shorts rode higher than usual on her form and showed more of her thick athletic legs than was appropriate but, considering the small joint hanging from her lips and the faraway look in her auburn eyes, it seemed she simply didn't care what was appropriate. To be honest, she didn't. To be even more honest, she just didn't care about anything anymore. Not for the last 3 months at least. The woman took another drag from her joint and blew it up into the sky, her eyes lingered on the sun setting in the far west. The fact that recreational weed was illegal in Italy didn't bother her, she had a prescription if anyone were to approach her, even though she has been smoking it for years before she actually received a prescription for it. Anxiety was the main reason she smoked it before or at least the main reason she gave to anyone who questioned her about it. Truthfully, she also enjoyed smoking the plant just for fun as well. But now? Now, she smoked it to strive off panic attacks caused by separation anxiety and depression. Now she smoked every day so she wouldn't spend her time curled up on her bed, crying until she couldn't breathe and not even moving to eat. Now, she smoked it to survive.

She took another hit and held it in until her lungs burned, until she forgot about why she needed to smoke, until she forgot about those dark brown eyes that used to make her heart skip. She held the smoke until the burning in her lungs grew to an unbearable level and she was forced to release it.

A small coughing fit followed but she bore it well, anything to forget why she was in Italy without him, why he left her... she took another hit and closed her eyes. Behind her eyelids was the same picture she always saw; dark brown eyes framed with black lashes, his usual sneer placed on his lips, which always turned into a conceited smile when he caught her staring. She could even hear his voice, the last conversation they had played on repeat in her mind all the time. He had blamed her for their failed relationship, although he had ended it. Waste of his time, that's what he had called their 4-year relationship. She wasn't enough for him and so he left. She wondered if he had found someone else, someone that was enough for him... but that thought hurt too much.

"Hey Violet." A greeting broke Violet out of her thoughts. Small tears had collected at the corners of her eyes and she wiped them away quickly. "Are you alright?" Hazel eyes connected with auburn and Violet hoped she appeared calmer than she felt.

"I will be once you give me that gelato, Mags." Violet changed the topic, taking a quick hit of her joint before trading it for the gelato in Maggie's hands. She was glad that smoking kept her hungry. Although the weight she lost wasn't missed on her thicker frame, she was smart enough to know starvation wasn't healthy. Maggie took a drag from the joint passed to her before squeezing next to Violet on the small steps outside their hotel. The owners didn't seem to mind their loitering, so long as they moved out of the way for any other guest entering the building. Violet took a few mouthfuls of her desert before glancing at the older woman next to her.

"Thanks again, for coming here with me." Violet spoke through a mouthful of gelato, her words coming out muffled. Maggie smiled fondly at her when some of Violet's chestnut colored hair blew into her cold treat. She could never eat any form of ice cream without getting it on her.

"What are sisters for?" Maggie answered, taking another hit from the joint in her hand while Violet cleaned her hair. She took a side-ways glance at her sister before continuing. "It also helped everything was already paid for." Violet tensed for a moment, staring the vanilla gelato in front of her.

"Yea well, it wasn't meant for you." Violet spoke bitterly and motioned for the joint in her sister's hand. Maggie sighed and handed it over. She knew that when Violet booked this vacation 5 months ago, it was with her boyfriend in mind. She didn't know her boyfriend of 4 years would then break up with her not even a month later.

"Hey, he didn't deserve this anyways. Eric was a fucking asshole." Maggie spoke the truth. Eric always pressured her sister to change in ways that no one should. He had guilt and manipulated her until she gave into whatever he demanded... she lost weight, gave up friends he deemed unworthy, ran errands, did the chores, anything he wanted she made sure he had, even at her own expense. Then, when she couldn't do something, either due to finance or time, he called her worthless and degraded her until she started to cry, until she did whatever he asked. He convinced Violet to let go of childhood friends and almost Maggie herself, if the insistent sister hadn't fought to stay in her life. He isolated her; manipulated and guilt her into doing whatever he wanted and still he left her. Violet was a person please-er and submissive when it came to relationships. She should have been with a dominant, kind man that would take care of her just as she took care of others. But sadly, she met someone who decided to take advantage of her kindness and submissiveness and used it only for his gain.

"He was an asshole." Violet mumbled with a nod of her head. "And he still left me. If he was so bad and I was so great, then why did he leave me? Why am I so worthless to him? After everything I did for him?" Violet's calm demeanor chipped away with every question. Her joint went out long ago and simply hung from her fingers. Tears had started to fall down her face and heavy sobs escaped her lips. Maggie quickly pulled her younger sister into her arms, cursing the man who made her believe she was worthless.

"Shhh. I'm sorry I brought it up, but you have to move on from this. He isn't worth your tears. You know this." Maggie consoled Violet as well as she could. She had been helping Violet become herself again after the break up, but even her best ideas weren't working anymore. Violet either needed time to realize how bad her relationship had been, or someone to help her realize her worth.

"Stop, please. You promised that there wouldn't be any therapy sessions while we're here." Maggie sighed but stayed quiet. Violet was right, she had promised not to treat this like a therapy session, even though Maggie actually was a therapist. She had been helping Violet, although a conflict of interests prevented her from being her therapist on paper; she was helping her all she could. Maggie was the one who discovered Violet was spending obscene amounts of money just to function in everyday life, Maggie was the one who had her coworker prescribe the medical marijuana that luckily was also covered under Violet's insurance. Maggie was the one Violet called every night when she couldn't sleep, when she couldn't stop crying. And although Violet stated that this trip was for fun and not a therapeutic get away, Maggie couldn't help herself.

"Fine. I won't talk about Eric. But I'm not going to let you spend the whole vacation in the hotel. I signed us up for a tour of the Volturi castle. Its apparently a very exclusive tour, only happens twice a month. The woman told me that hardly anyone from town ever goes; they take people from other countries first to give them a chance at seeing the castle since the tour is so exclusive. Luckily, I got us in. Which is good cause..." Maggie talked animatedly about the tour in hopes of distracting her sister. It seemed to work; Violet's tears slowly subsided and she watched as Maggie continued her description of the castle before delving into the history behind it. Maggie had always told stories to Violet when she was a child and it seemed her storytelling skills were still of use even in their twenties. By the time Maggie finished, Violet completely forgot about the conversation beforehand and changed the topic to discuss what they were to have for dinner that night. The two young women disappeared inside to change once the sun had set before venturing out to see what restaurants the small town had to offer.

Up in the very same castle the two women were discussing just moments ago, sat three males in a large office-like room. A huge mahogany table sat opposite of a set of dark wooden double doors, in front of which were two expensive looking plush chairs. One was occupied by a regal man, who looked to be in his late thirties, with shoulder length white/blonde hair. His translucent white skin matched his hair almost perfectly and would have appeared colorless except for his deep milky red eyes. He appeared to be of average build and was beautiful despite the angry scowl on his face. The other plush chair was occupied by another man, who looked to be in his later twenties. He sat perfectly upright, although looking to be perfectly at ease. He too had papery white skin and milky red eyes but his shoulder length hair was a dark brown that appeared black in the shadows. He looked taller than the first man and seemed to hold an emotionless face while the last man, who sat behind the desk, animatedly talked about something of which neither of the two found interest in. The last man, who was talking, had the same similar features as the other two; papery white skin and milky red eyes but had longer, darker hair than either, was the smallest in stature, and looked to be in his early thirties. Although all three men were dressed in the same dark rich cloak and expensive suits, it was obvious that the man behind the desk seemed to be the leader in their small circle. He was still talking, despite the eldest man now picking at imaginary dirt underneath his nails, when a small knock sounded on one of the double doors.

"Finally, an interruption!" The blonde exclaimed and called for the one that knocked to enter, despite the obvious glare the one speaking previous directed towards him.

"My kings." A melodious voice drifted through the doorway before a woman walked through. She appeared to be exceptionally beautiful; long legs and full figured. She wore a tight red dress that only emphasize her beautiful hour glass figure. Her long mahogany hair was pulled back from her slim face and the paleness of her skin only intensified the red of her eyes. She bowed quickly before laying the folder she carried on the desk.

"Everything is set up for our feeding tomorrow. The humans that believe they have won a contest have already settled into our hotel." The leader took the folder and idly flipped through it with a pleased smile on his face. The folder contained profiles on each person that would be attending the "castle tour" tomorrow and held more information than even the police could dig up. They had to be thorough or risk exposure.

"Thank you, Heidi. Yet again you prove your worth." The leader spoke with obvious warmth towards the beauty. He continued to flip through the profiles quickly, reading each fully within seconds before he stopped at the last two. The pictures were obviously taken without their knowledge, neither was looking at the camera and seemed to be simply chatting while they stood in Volturi town square. They were sisters, he could easily see that even without reading the profile. They both had similar feature; high cheek bones, beautifully hawk-shaped eyes, and similar shaped lips. One was older and lighter skinned than the other and had a smaller frame. She had light dirty blond hair and hazel eyes that only intensified the freckles that danced across her nose. The other sister had tan skin and chestnut hair that seemed to sharpen the bright auburn of her eyes. She looked to be the younger one of the two and seemed to have a more athletic body than her sister. Nothing else was extraordinary about them, but the man stopped once he read that they were not staying at their hotel.

"Why are these two ladies not at our hotel?" He asked with a curious glance at the woman. She glanced over at the picture quickly before replying.

"One of our couples that was supposed to come had received news that they were with child." Heidi explained briefly before a look of understanding came across the man's face. They were perceived as monsters but that hardly meant they were. They didn't kill children or women who were expecting. "Taking that into consideration we scouted the town for any tourist that might fit our profile. I met the light haired one in town during the brief overcast. She was trying to buy gelato but couldn't speak a word of Italian. I ordered for her and we started talking from there. She liked to talk." Heidi shrugged here, it was normal for people to become enchanted with her and easily told her anything she wanted to hear. "Both are single, their father has passed some years ago, and they do not talk to their mother. Demetri ran their background check. They are as alone as anyone else we bring here." The man nodded in thought before placing their profile back into the folder and closing it. A bright smile lit his face.

"Perfect. Hopefully they taste as exquisite as they look."

Violet hated being a tourist. She hated not knowing where to go, hated not being able to order food simply because she didn't understand the language, and hated that she couldn't drive a car in this country without paying an obscene amount of money for a dingy rent-a-car. But what she hated the most was looking like a tourist. So, she tried her best not to. She stuck as close to her wardrobe as possible and never carried around a camera. However, Violet's outfits always garnered her attention. She dressed in a way that would make modest girls blush, but was simply comfortable for her. Today, for example, she wore a tight black cotton, spaghetti strap crop top that ended about 2" above her waist and black ripped high waist shorts that just ended under her ass. She constantly had to adjust them whenever she bent over but they were so comfy that she didn't really care. They showed off her thick tattooed thighs and kept her cool despite the hot summer heat. She decided to wear her worn down red Supras again, considering they were going to be walking around a castle all day and they were her most comfortable shoes.

Overall, Violet liked her style. The black top emphasized her narrow waist and the shorts were high enough to sit on her wide hips and left only a couple of inches of her stomach to be seen. Although she knew other girls have shown more skin on a daily basis than she did, she wouldn't feel comfortable showing any more. Violet always had trouble with her weight, but only in the last few years had she managed to keep her stomach flat and arms toned. She enjoyed working out, lifting weights mostly and doing high intensity a few times a week to counteract all the fattening foods she ate. She was now a consistent size 6 and was obviously pear shaped. Most of her weight was in her lower body; thick thighs, a fat ass, large hips that narrowed to a smaller waist and, as Eric liked to call them, pathetically small titties. Realistically they were a small size C, leaning more on the larger B side. She liked her shape once upon a time, before Eric got a hold of her self-esteem. He had almost convinced her to get breast surgery for him, despite the fact that she thought they fit her body well, especially with their tear-drop shape. Looking back at it now, she was glad she didn't have enough money to get the surgery. Despite not yet moving on from Eric, she could at least now see how wrong he was to demand that of her.

"Vi! Are you ready? We have to leave in 10!" Maggie called through their bathroom door. Violet cursed to herself before quickly grabbing her eyeliner and applying it quickly to her eyes before following with mascara. She wasn't big on make-up but Violet knew that her prettiest feature were her eyes. They were a light auburn color but with her chestnut colored hair, that leaned more to the redder side, her eyes took on a reddish-brown color. She didn't apply too much eyeliner, just a small amount to make her eyes pop out even more. Satisfied, she quickly left the bathroom and joined her sister at the door.

Maggie was dressed more modestly with a black and white floral sundress that ended just above the knee. The dress too had spaghetti straps and was tight around her torso before flaring out at the hips. Black flip flops adorned her feet and Violet had to wonder if she would be comfortable walking all day in those but was distracted from her thoughts when she spotted the huge camera that hung from her neck.

"You look like a tourist." Violet pointed out. Maggie simply rolled her eyes and waved her off.

"That's what I am. Besides, how many times am I going to be able to take pictures of an ancient castle?' She explained briefly before glancing at her phone, her eyes widening at the time. "Alright, let's go. The woman said to get to the doors of the castle by noon." Maggie spoke happily and led them quickly out of the hotel room.

They walked through the town, only stopping to pick up some water bottles for their trip and to take some last-minute pictures together before arriving at the castle. The castle itself was beautifully old, its stones looked like they used to be a medium brown but was now white-washed from the sun and appeared to be a light brown, almost grey. The castle sat upon a hill and seemed to extend out on both sides, further than Violet could see.

Violet never really had a thing for site seeing. Not that she wasn't interested, she just hated how most of them were tours in large groups with the single tour guide leading them around like some star-struck penguins. And this is what exactly it looked like it would be. There were about 30 other tourists waiting outside the castle's rich brown double doors and, even though the two girls were early by 10 minutes, as soon as they approached a woman, who was stood beneath the shadows of the castle, clapped her hands together and brought everyone's attention to her.

"Hello everyone, my name is Heidi and I'll be your tour guide. First, is there any one here that does not speak English? I believe everyone is from America." Murmurs went through the crowd but when no one spoke up she continued talking, stating simple facts about the castle. But Violet wasn't listening, she was staring at Heidi with a troubled expression, her mind elsewhere at the moment. Heidi was beautiful, even Violet had to admit that. A long-legged beauty with a sultry smile and stunning purple eyes. Violet's first thought was that she seemed to be exactly the type of woman Eric would have ogled over, one that Violet would have to hear about later whenever she didn't do what he wanted. Sadness and jealousy flooded through her for a moment, reminding her that she was actually supposed to be here with Eric. Her hand twitched for the pre-rolled joint tucked away in her back pocket before another hand grabbed hers. Maggie stared long at her before giving a brief smile.

"You're fine." She said simply, lacing their fingers together and tugging her along. The huge doors of the castle were open and she could feel the cold chill seeping out from the stone walls. The group had started to move inside. "Let's go before we're left behind." And they went in. The doors closed surprisingly softly behind them and Violet spared a moment to take in the grandeur of the hall they stood in. There was a receptionist desk up front next to yet another pair of large double doors. Two hallways filled with different paintings and statues were all that the group could see before their attention was brought back to their tour guide. Heidi greeted the other woman in Italian before turning to address the group.

"Everyone this is Gianna, she will be collecting your phones. I believe I mentioned to everyone that there isn't any photography allowed inside the castle." Heidi eyed the camera Maggie was holding before offering a sheepish smile. "I do apologize miss, I know you were just added to the list yesterday. I had forgotten to tell you." Maggie shrugged, although she was saddened by this there wasn't anything she could do, and so she handed over her camera along with both her and her sister's phone. Violet thought this rule was a little dumb, but considering the tour was supposed to be exclusive she supposed they didn't want anything posted on the internet without their consent. With all the phones and cameras collected she then passed out name tags to everyone. Violet was even more confused when she was handed a name that wasn't hers. Jane was scrawled neatly across the tag while Maggie's had Marcus.

"These are the names to the corresponding guides that we will be meeting up with. Since they know their own names this will be easier for them to find you." The way Heidi smiled made Violet think that there was some sort of joke she was not privy to know. "They are in the throne room, this way."

In the Throne Room sat the three males from earlier in large black marble thrones. The leader was sitting up with eagerness, the blond was slouched with boredom, and the last was relaxed with his elbow on the arm rest, his milk red eyes staring off into space. Only a few candles were lit, creating far more shadows and hardly any light. Assembled in front of the three men were a large group of cloaked figures, men and women alike. With their dark hoods over their heads and the shadows the candles had created, it was hard to see their pearly white skin or their bright red eyes. But that was the plan, wasn't it? The leader smiled devilishly once he heard the loud footsteps of the humans approaching the double doors, his hands folded tightly on his lap and he quickly addressed the guards in front of him.

"Remember now children. One human each." His voice was chipper and many of the guards smirked in response.

"Yes, do keep to your own human. I won't have us fighting over food like the wolves do." The blond sneered. Their guards were a bit greedy and within the last century had to establish rules regarding the humans they brought in for feeding. Each human received a name tag corresponding to one of the vampires in the room and no matter what, even if another human smelled better or they wanted more to drink, they were only allowed to drink from that human. It helped, since in the previous years they had fights; vampires were very territorial after all.

"Here is the Throne Room." Heidi's voice drifted through the doors before they were pulled open and in came the group of humans. They were all transfixed by ambiance of the room to notice the sudden chill in the air. Violet's eyes strayed from one of the impressive paintings hung on the wall to the three men sitting on a platform above a group of cloaked figures. Even from this distance she could tell that the black suits they wore were expensive but what drew her gaze even more were their milky red eyes. They reminded her of vampires in a way: pale skin, red eyes, regal yet old. She couldn't see the faces of those cloaked but wondered if they too had red eyes, and if so why? Was it a costume? The loud slam of the double doors behind her had her jump and swivel around quickly. Although she remembered Heidi holding the door open, she was no longer there. She scanned the room quickly and was startled to notice that Heidi now stood in front of them all. How did she move so quickly?

It seems many of the other tourist had started to notice that something was off, and just like cattle, they all started to huddle closer together.

"Welcome to Volturi castle! I am one of the leading members of this coven, Aro and these are my brothers, the other leading members, Caius and Marcus." He pointed to the blond first, who scowled in response, and the brunette who didn't even move. "And we wish to thank you for your sacrifice." He continued pleasantly and Violet only had a second to ponder at his words before screams erupted all around her. Some of the cloaked figures disappeared within a blink of an eye only to have reappeared in front of some of the tourist. Violet only had to see one of the figures flip his hood back and plant his teeth into the man to her right before she realized what was happening. They were all going to die.

Violet closed her eyes, a feeling of peace enveloping her. Finally, she wouldn't be sad anymore. She wasn't suicidal, although the thought of killing herself to stop the pain of a broken heart did cross her mind a couple of times but she never contemplated it for more than a second. She couldn't kill herself, but she wasn't too happy about living at the moment. And now, such an opportunity presents itself where she didn't have to make a decision, where she could just accept her demise. It was too convenient to pass up. So, she closed her eyes in hopes that it wouldn't be too painful or slow. But a startled gasp snapped her out of her thoughts. She had forgotten she was here with Maggie; her sister was to die too. And while she didn't care about her own life, she'd be damned if she was going to let her sister die without a fight.

Meanwhile, Marcus sat with unblinking eyes, staring at the same spot in the wall. He wasn't particularly hungry but figured he should part-take all the same. At the sound of movement, he glanced at the crowd and saw some of the guard already feasting. His eyes scanned the room, only looking for his name before he sprang into action. He easily appeared before the woman and stood for a moment, studying her. Something wasn't right. His instants were pulling him in another direction but he ignored them for now. Whatever it was could wait for a few moments. He grabbed the woman, his hands like iron around her wrists. But still, his instincts stopped him, telling him not to bite her. He debated with himself for a moment but before he could make a decision, he felt something push him, or should he say attempted to push him. He turned and saw the human that had attempted to move him fall to the ground, the consequence of pushing an immovable force. But, upon hearing her small gasp of pain as her tailbone hit the floor, he realized why his instincts were screaming at him. His eyes scanned the girl; she had enchanting auburn eyes that were filled with hatred, her messy copper hair framed her flushed face, her plump lips were turned in an angry scowl. She pushed herself up onto her curvy legs that he couldn't help but trace with his darkening eyes. Black eyes met auburn and Marcus swore he felt his heart beat again. He changed to his secondary eyesight, allowing him to see the emotional bonds everyone in this room had to one another. But his focus was on the woman in front of him, and the mate bond that, although white and undeveloped, connected the two together.

"Amore mio, amico mio." He spoke in Italian, his words coming out softly as he gently cupped her face. Violet stared at this man, this vampire, that was seconds away from killing her sister. His eyes had changed back from black to milky red, his hands were cold as ice but she found, as she stared back into his eyes, that the ache in her heart that had been consistently present the last 3 months was suddenly gone. She felt warm and wanted nothing more than to fall into his embrace. But a soft whimper had her attention directed back towards her sister, who was now rubbing her bruised wrist and looking at her with fright. That's right, he had almost killed her sister. The sister that has been the only person that's been there for her, that fought to stay by her side, the only person that gave any meaning to her life at present. Violet felt disgusted that she had forgotten about Maggie simply because an attractive man had grabbed her. And, although Violet really didn't care about herself, never defended herself or cared what people did to her, heaven forbid someone insults or hurts someone she cares about. But what could she do? He hardly budged when she tried to push him, and his cold hands were holding her face so firmly she was afraid to move. So, she did the only thing she could think to do, she spit in his face.