The atmosphere was electric, pulsating with anticipation. Aria stood with Alec's arm wrapped around her waist, rocking on her feet as she scanned across the faces of the guards that stood around the throne room. Each one wore different shades of gray and black, each color expressing their rank in the guard. Every now and then one of the guards or a possible two would look over into the direction of the pair.

At first, Aria had assumed that it was because of Alec and how he seemed in a far better mood than usual but she had come to the conclusion that the stares were directed towards her. She stared down at her attire, a pale mint green dress with a design of small pink cherry blossoms on the skirt and her matching mint green pin up heels that held a small bow in the front. Her hair was unlike the other women's since it hung down and was pushed back with a white headband.

Maybe I should've borrowed another black dress from Jane, Aria thought as she ran one of her hands over the folds of the skirt, not wore the one that was left in Alec's room.

Aria felt another set of eyes on her and looked in the direction of the stare. To the right of the rise platform, sat Marcus in his kingly robes and house shoes which in any other instance Aria would made a joke about, who was staring at Aria with sadden eyes. The depressed king moved from his throne in the general direction of the young vampiress only to stop at the prominent sound of approaching heels and the softer sounds of sneakers following behind.

The atmosphere of the room changed once more. Only this time it wasn't anticipation, there was now an insatiable thirst, a hunger that made Aria's thirst flare up once again only this time it felt like someone had shoved a white hot poker down her throat. Soon enough the doors opened, revealing a tall woman with a full hourglass shape that was only highlighted by her tight red dress.

The woman wore blue contacts, making her red eyes look like a dark violet. She wore elbow length black gloves and her long chestnut brown hair swung with each step she took. She was beautiful, Aria could admit that, the woman was as beautiful as a desert rose yet the air around her reminded Aria of a desert cobra, fearful and lethal.

The woman wore a smile like gun, loaded and menacing. She threw a wink at two guard identical guards in light gray as she moved into the room and the hard of people followed behind. Aria took note of the woman's movements, each move was fluid, giving her the walk of a dancer. The group ranged in age but none were less than eighteen but no older than sixty-five.

"This," the woman explained with a grand wave, "is the throne room of the castle. It was last renovated in the early 1980's to repair the rafters that were falling into disrepair."

A few of the tourist directed their attention upwards but most kept their glazed over eyes on the enchantress, refusing to look away. "And this is unfortunately the end of our tour," the woman pouted in fake sadness.

The tourist, in total contrast to each of their bright colored clothes, seemed to mimic the woman's despair. The woman quickly smiled as her eyes darkened, "But on the bright side, each of you are just in time for lunch."

By now the heavy truth set in for Aria. This wasn't a normal tour and the unknown woman  wasn't a normal tour guide. She was Heidi, the enchantress that Jane had told her so much about back in Forks. Aria tried to move, to scream at the soon-to-be victims to move, to run away but it was too late.

The air filled with the sounds of terror and screams of the dying. Each immortal moved in the room in haste, grabbing a victim and sinking those venom coated fangs deep into their necks or any pathway that housed blood. Aria turned, hoping to see Alec by her side but only to find the spot empty. She turned back to watch the horror unfold and to see the sight of her boyfriend pouncing on a man in his mid-30's and biting him, drinking every last drop to satisfy his thirst.

A few of the people that snapped out of their trace had run back to the closed doors, trying to yank them open as their cries of help fell on deaf ears. Those that clustered at the doors were quickly picked off filling the air with the sickly sweetness that worked the vampires into a ravenous frenzy.

Aria has made the mistake to breath in, the scent of human blood being the only thing that her mind seemed to focus on. All of her reasoning, her compassion, her morals and ethics, each fled being replaced by the only logic solution.

Kill.

Aria grabbed a woman that was attempting to hide behind one of the statues and dragged her to the center of the room. The woman's cries for Aria to let her go was muted. Aria turned, facing the woman, her glistening teeth bared making the twenty-two year old woman who's ripped baby blue jeans and t-shirt were now stained with blood to cry once more.

"P....please," the woman cried, trying to pry Aria's much stronger hand off of her and out of her hair, "I....I won't tell anyone!"

Aria growled causing another whimper of fall from the woman's lips as her heart continued to beat in the most pleasing of sounds. "I have a family," the woman tried to reason, "my father will pay you whatever you want!"

Aria's small chest was heaving, her thirst being the main source of her pain but even in her pained state she could still sense the woman's fear. The young woman, didn't want to die, her promise to stay quiet about this ordeal ringing true, but most of all Aria could feel how the woman viewed Aria as a monster.

Aria's pale lips drew over her snarling teeth. Her humanity returning in waves as the guards and kings watched on, waiting to see if Aria would accept her life and new diet. Aria stared into the woman's hazel eyes, seeing the reflection of herself staring right back at her. She was a monster, a cold heartless being all for wanting to take another's life. Her hand retracted from the woman hair as if she had burned the newborn.

Aria's eyes were casted down, shame washing over her as the woman continued to beg for her life. "Please let me go," the woman asked, tears nearing the brink of cascading down her round face, "please."

Aria held out her hand. "Come on," Aria stated, "I'm ain't lettin' ya die today."

The woman looked visibly relieved as she reached out to Aria's outstretched hand only to be pinned to the ground under someone's Italian loafer. Aria growled and looked up at the assailant. Aro stood above the woman, his foot over the woman's chest making her lay in blood. The king was covered in blood and had residue on his chin and his once dull red eyes were now bright under the film.

"Kill her." Aro ordered staring down at Aria, "Now."

Aria shook her head. "I ain't a murderer."

"Kill her or I will end this mortals life."

Aria stood her ground. She would never back down from her stance, not even by the order of a crazed king. "Let her go," Aria growled dragging one of her feet behind her to give herself a balanced stance in case she had to fight.

"Honeybee," Alec called out in a whisper, "make this easier on yourself."

Alec watched on as his mate shook her head. He feared this and now he was powerless to stop what was to come. "Never."

Aro growled. "Kill this woman I command you."

Aria growled, only unlike Aro's growl, hers echoed off the walls. "I don't listen to ya or anyone."

Aro stood taller and smiled as he applied more pressure to the woman's chest, cracking her ribs and puncturing her lungs and heart in the process.

"NO!" Aria screamed, shoving Aro back into the wall and was by the woman's side in an instant.

The woman laid there spewing blood like venom as she tried in vain to breathe. Aria's hands fluttered to the woman's chest although there was nothing she could do. The newborn barked out orders, telling certain vampires to get help, to call an ambulance but no one moved, not even Marcus.

The woman's heart was failing and her lungs in no working order. Aria's eyes brimmed with tears as the woman grabbed her cold hand. Aria held on, understanding the woman's life was coming to an end. Soon, the woman's heart had stopped and Aria watched as the light faded from her eyes.

"I'm so sorry," Aria whispered as she closed the woman's eyes, "I'm so sorry."

Aro scoffed. "Apologizing to food this is a first time event for me."

"You're a killer," Aro added, "its time you accept that."

Aria turned towards the king, hatred burning in her eyes. Aro's smile flattered as he stared at the newborn. He knew well of the temper of those newly created and thought that perhaps that would pass over the docile and gentle Aria only now he saw how wrong he truly was.

Aro had thought foolishly that Aria would be as fragile as a porcelain doll in this life as she was in her human one. Only in this life, she wasn't, she was as fragile as a bomb. This thought only registering when the king was knocked off his feet and slammed into the steps leading to the thrones by a very angry Aria.

Her hand tightened around his neck, causing cracks to form under her fingertips. "You're goin' ta regret that old man," she threatened venomously.

Aro audibly gulped but mantained his composure. "You will realize quickly that fear is not in my vocabulary Whitlock."

Aria delivered a cheeky smile. "It doesn't have to be," she replied, "it's in your eyes Volturi."

And just like that Aria stood, her eyes never leaving Aro as she backed out of the room, picking up the woman's body to give it a proper burial on her way out. She turned her eyes focused on the door as the other guards moved out of her way as she left the room.

Aro sat up watching the retreating figure of the girl he thought he could easily control, devising a plan that would get her to submit to his will.

No matter the cost.