A/N: Yayz! My first story, and a Twilight one to boot! Anyhoozle, I hope it's good, because if it were bad... well, that'd suck.

Camillastruggled against the bonds that held her long, pale arms strapped to the cold, metal table beneath her. "Let me out of here!" she screamed, but the only noise she heard was her own voice, echoing off the walls in the underground room. Then she heard steps coming down the corridor towards her. A tall figure in black robes strode toward her, and, upon reaching the table, removed her hood.

"So," Jane whispered, smiling maliciously, "are you ready to talk?"

Camilla, for a few moments forgetting what it was like to be tortured, stuck her tongue out defiantly. "I'll neffer tell 'ou a'ethig!" she said, realizing she was not very skilled at talking with her tongue outside her mouth. Feeling a sharp sensation, she realized Jane now had her tongue captive as well.

"Well then," Jane said, "I'll just have to wait a little longer then, won't I?"

Camilla frowned. It wasn't like Jane, or any of the Volturi, for that matter, to be patient with anything, be it food, appointments, or in her case, captives. She had been in Texas before this, she remembered, and causing quite the ruckus. The Volturi, always the punctual damage control, had come to get her and stop her wild (albeit forced) killing sprees. They had left her to Jane, and then...Isabella shuddered. Best not to think about that now.

Sheknew that they were watching her from behind the window on the wall, and she also knew that they would also probably kill her if she tried anything, but she decided to try to make a run for it anyway. She wriggled her arm, and managed to give herself enough room to use her claws and slice through the leather straps. As soon as she made it through the door, an alarm sounded, and she ran. Camilla didn't care that it was broad daylight, or that people were staring at her sparkling skin, shouting in Italian, and various other languages. She just knew that there was one person in the world she needed to see right now, one person that would make everything better. Jasper.
Camilla had grown up right outside of Birmingham, Alabama, and in her senior year at high school, she had gone to Texas to visit her boyfriend, Sheldon. She had arrived in Houston in the middle of the night, and was terribly lost when she saw two young girls. She walked over to them, never feeling more relieved in her life. She politely asked for directions, and the younger looking of the two introduced herself as Maria, and very kindly pointed her in the direction of the nearest hotel. Isabella smiled relievedly, thanked them, and ran off down the street.

After a little while, though, she realized that the girl had obviously lied, as she was now in a dark alley. Suddenly, she heard steps, and, fearing a murderer, turned in fear. Then she saw who it was, and smiled. "Oh, it's you!" Sheldon stood in the opening of the alleyway, looking a bit paler than Camilla remembered, but she figured it was just a trick of the light. "Oh, Sheldy-Weldy!" she cried, using his pet name. "I'm so glad to see you!" She hugged him, but frowned. "Sheldon," she said, more cautiously, "why are you so cold?" she looked up and saw his eyes were black. "And what's wrong with your eyes?" Sheldon smiled at her, his perfectly white teeth gleaming in the light. "And, why are your teeth get so… sharp?" she finished, her voice quavering at the end.

Sheldon leaned down towards her ear, and whispered, "The better to eat you with!" And then there was darkness.