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It was a clear sunny day in Volterra, Italy. The sun was high in the sky and unmerciful with its presence if any indication of the flush the brunette's cheeks had taken.
Angela fanned herself as she waited for the tour, she found herself in to begin.
It was the summer after high school, and she had finally been able to convince her parents that backpacking across Europe would be a good experience and kick-start her adulthood. How had she managed it? She honestly did not know.
But raising the money herself was what (most probably) helped her win her very important case.
She smiled to herself as she used the little booklet provided to cool her skin.
"Boys-stop running this instance! You will bump into someone!" The voice of a scolding mother rang through the chattering crowd. Youthful giggles followed soon after.
"We'll be fine ma!"
"Yeah ma! We're paying attention-" The yelp that interrupted the child was indicative of how much he was not paying attention.
Angela surged forward to catch the small creature before he landed face-first into the pavement and lose some teeth.
"What did I tell you! What did I tell you!" The mother of the two troublemakers rushed towards them in a rush, worry etched between her eyebrows. "Are you okay Ethan?"
"Uh-huh," the kid dumbly nodded his head as Angela helped him stand upright.
"You should listen to your mother more," Angela said with a small, kind smile.
"Yes, yes they should." The stern voice of the woman proclaimed, cowering the children under a fierce glare. The lady looked away from her sufficiently terrified children and offered Angela a grateful smile. "Thank you for helping that little demon. Truly!"
Angela shook her head at the mother's gratitude "No, it's okay. I just did what anyone else could've done. Plus, I know the struggle."
A curious squint was sent her way making Angela squirm restlessly. "Brothers!" She blurted "I have two younger brothers! Back... at home." She stammered as her voice lowered in her embarrassment.
"Ahh." The mother in Infront of her said, chuckling at the young adult's reaction. "No wonder. I'm Sarah." She, now Sarah, offered her hand in greeting.
Angela returned the greeting quickly. "I'm Angela! It's nice to meet you!"
"Likewise! These two troublemakers are Ethan and James! Say hi to the nice lady boys" She gestured to her children who wasted no time to chorus the mother.
Angela simply waved at them with a quiet "hello" from her end.
Sarah, it turned out was currently partaking in a family vacation and had been invited to this tour by a young woman named "Hally" or some other sort. Her husband had stayed in their hotel room nursing a stomach bug she said.
"Hello everyone!" A very melodious, very alluring voice rang clear through the crowd. It practically forced everyone to stop what they were doing and actively pay attention. When Angela turned her head, she saw the most gorgeous, perfect just so perfect woman standing in the shadows of the entrance of the grand building. She had long dark hair and a dark blue dress that hugged her curves in all the correct places.
Angels knew, she looked.
Her skin was so very pale. Odd purple eyes. Contacts.
Briefly, an image of the Cullens and their 'skin condition ' came to mind before Angela quickly dismissed it.
"I am truly happy you could all join us this bright and sunny evening! Come, let's start the tour of Castello di Volturi!" The pretty lady turned around, not a hair out of place. A large smile on her face.
Weird.
The crowd started moving behind her following the tempo of her heels. Angela trotted behind the crowd, making sure to moisten her lips.
Angela did not fathom what was happening before her.
They had arrived at the end destination where a group of cloaked individuals was waiting for them. A man taking the attention from his spot right in the middle of the large room.
"Welcome!" He exclaims, a manic glint in his eyes.
"Something not..." Angela whispered to herself, the fine hairs in the back of her neck bristling into attention. She glanced around the room and in that split second everything, quite literally, went to absolute shit.
Screaming. Were all that Angela's human ears could catch.
She herself made no noise as the center of her being froze with cold, dreadful, fear. Her eyes struggled to follow the blurring figures of these demons, angels? monsters?
She could not understand what was happening, only that people were being torn into by sharp teeth. Her feet moved backward, and she stepped onto something soft.
She glanced down and saw the young child from before the tour "Liam..." a soft, pathetic whimper left her mouth. A chunk of the kids' neck had been savagely torn off, leaving a gaping jagged wound that was still seeping with blood.
Angela heard Sarah's scream in anguish, her other child was dead too. A blond teenage appearing monster was administering the same treatment that had been done to Liam to James.
Angela's back felt the pressure of wood. She managed to slip through the ajar door while the creatures were all distracted by the massacre and blood inside of that room.
"Are you trying to run away?" A baritone voice whispers in her right ear.
Angela did a sharp intake of air that she struggled to acclimate down her throat. Her body froze as she felt the marble coldness of the man-monster press against her back. His forearms wrapped around her midsection.
Her clammy hands grabbed his wrist in an attempt to... to stop him? slow him down?
She's not strong enough to do a single thing!
Her shoulders were trembling. The man laughed quietly at her feeble attempts. The rumble of his chest provided her with some sort of sick comfort.
"It's useless you know? I can find anyone I want." He whispered into her shoulder. His sharp teeth teased her with the images of what was about to happen.
"Please! - Please I won't-"
Angela fell silent as he ripped her throat open. No mercy.
Angela gasped. Her right hand flew to the nape of her neck to feel and assess the injury. She found no injury whatsoever. Not a single scratch on her person.
She can't believe she's alive.
Slowly she came to focus on her surroundings. She was outside. the sun was high and hot, the sky was clear, and she was surrounded by the same people she watched die not five minutes ago.
A kid trips and falls face-first in front of her. She doesn't catch him.
Angela has this wide-eyed pale look as the mother- Sarah her mind tells her, rushes in their direction to scoop the crying scraped child into her arms.
"Ethan! I told you to stop running!" The kid hiccupped as snot ran down his nose.
Angela opened her mouth to say something, anything, and closed it again and blinked.
Did she daydream? Everything had felt so real just moments ago. Did she momentarily lose it? Or maybe she just did not get enough rest the night prior?
Her eyes followed the family trio as they walked away and into Castello dei Volturi. She steeled her nerves and followed behind.
This time she notices the secretary in the dim hallway. A young brunette woman, nowhere near as ethereally beautiful as their tour guide. The secretary stands at attention and bows her head as soon as she caught glimpse of the sheep herder at the front.
Her desk, Angela noticed, was a disorganized mess of papers and files, amounts, donations, and names she could barely recognize were listed there.
"Make sure to stick close everybody!" The fake cheer of the tour guide ran through.
The creek of the tall doors. The fine hairs in her arms raised as she felt goosebumps take over her body. Angela took a deep breath, "Absolutely not."
Angela turned around and toe-ball-heeled her way back up those creepy cave hallways.
She did not get far, however, as strong marble arms wrapped around her midsection, trapping her against an equally marble chest. Her ears perked at the familiar rumble of the man's voice. "Running away?"
Cold sweat trickled on the back of her neck.
"Something's wrong-" She tried to say.
"Oh? What might that be little fish?" He was mocking her.
She could not see his face; she did not dare to even try unless she would see the devil himself.
Angela heard the faint screaming of the people behind those big wooden doors. "They're dying... Oh my god...!" Her pulse got even faster as the realization came down on her like cold rain.
She fruitlessly pushed at his arms. "Let me go, please! Let me go- Let me go!"
He was unmovable "It's useless you know," He stated as one of his arms shifted from wrapping around her midsection to her throat. His large hand pushed her head back, exposing her neck to the fullest. "I'd find you whenever you went."
Angela's throat was ripped open, and her blood seeped out and into the mouth of the man behind her.
As soon as he was done her released her body, letting her thud down on her knees.
"You caught a runaway Demetri?" The voice of her tour guide tickled her fuzzy brain.
"I see you fed well Heidi." the man was preening. At least that's what Angela thought he was doing.
She was too busy dying apparently.
Angela gasped, her body doubled over, and she spewed her breakfast all over the pavement.
It was a bright day in Volterra, Italy. The sun was high in the sky and unmerciful with its presence and the brunette's cheeks were red.