Authors note: So I always wandered what happened with the Volturi's secretary Gianna. I felt as if she was to confident in the Volturi changing her. So this is my take on what would happen if Gianna was killed and then the Volturi would then need a new secretary, I also want to explore the fact with how some humans were so gifted that their gifts worked while human like with Alice and Bella. I'm going to try to not make my O.C. A Mary-sue but if it starts going that way I welcome reviews telling me. So reviews are welcome but please no flames for I am not fire- proof and lastly the characters belong to Stephanie Meyer not I, only Aurora is mine and or any family and friends of hers that do not already exist in the twilight universe.

Prologue:

The sound of typing on a computer echoed through out the empty reception area. The woman behind the counter typed away as if she was working in a normal establishment, as if she couldn't be killed by her employers if she got so much as a nose bleed.

Gianna glanced up from her computer to look at the time. She sighed. It was about time for her close up shop and head home. She shut down the computer and stood. Reaching around for her coat and purse, she walked out from behind the desk. Slipping in her jacket, she picked up her purse. Opening it, she pulled out her compact and took in her reflection.

Green eyes stared back at her. She was a pretty thing, with big eyes and dark skin. Long brown hair that gently waved down her back that just barely touched her mid back. "Yes, I am very pretty", Gianna mused, "but I will be much more when I am changed."

The thoughts of beauty and immortality rang in Gianna's mind. To be forever young and beautiful that was what Gianna wanted. Her musing was cut short however when she caught the sight of a figure standing behind her in her compact. Quickly snapping it shut she turned to face the figure.

The girl behind her looked no older than 15, with the face of an angel yet the abilities to cause massive amounts of pain. Jane was standing, looking as if she would rather be anywhere but in the same room as Gianna.

"Master wishes to see you, Gianna" Jane stated. Gianna gave her a bewildered look. ''B..But I was just heading home cant it wait." Jane gave her a scalding look. "It is of the up most importance" Gianna nodded "Of course, Jane"

Gianna silently followed behind Jane. As they approached they heavy wooden doors to the "throne" room, Gianna wondered why on earth her employers would need her at this time. Suddenly the idea hit her. What if this was it. All her years of loyalty had finally paid off. She was going to get her wish.

Gianna could barely contain her excitement as they entered the room. Her employers were sitting on their thrones, looking as regal as ever. Aro gestured at Gianna. "Come here,Gianna." The woman scrambled up to Aro. "Yes,
master". Aro smiled, and to Gianna it seemed almost as if there was a bit of malice in his eyes. She quickly shook that thought from her mind. Aro grasped her hand. "My dear, you have been so very loyal to us these past years." Gianna smiled brightly. "Now we have a greater need for you. Come closer, dear."

Gianna leaned closer to Aro. His hand slid up to Gianna's neck, holding her in place. She tilted her head to the side for him to have better access. Aro moved his face closer to to Gianna's neck. His mouth touching her skin and then he bit down. Gianna let out a yelp at the first speck of pain, that quickly turned into a scream. She felt as if fire was burning through her. She faintly felt Aro sucking the blood from her veins, she felt it leaving her body.

Dizziness hit her. Why wasn't he stopping. It hurt. Surely he had injected her with enough venom, but he wasn't slowing down. Gianna went to push him away but Aro's arms locked tight around her. The pain was becoming unbearable. She had been wrong. They weren't going to change her, she was nothing more than a walking buffet.

As the last of her consciousness faded and she began to welcome the darkness, she hoped that the next "secretary" would not be as naïve as she had been. God help them.