she stared in awe at a water fountain that sat within the centre of the Volterra airport two Greek like statues, one man and one woman embracing one another.

"Ciao!" A woman called out, waving her hand in front of the brunette before asking "are you.... Estelle Campbell?"

Estelle snapped out of her trance from the statues before she looked at the woman, she was pretty with long raven black hair and striking blue eyes she looked to be in her mid thirties.

"Sì that's me" The brunette nodded sending the woman a small smile "your Camille right? My guide?"

Camille hummed taking two of Estelle's luggage before waking away, the brunette quickly followed the woman outside of the airport where a white convertible was parked outside.

"I have seen your art and I must say..... magnifico! The way you work your hand, how you put your emotions into the uh..... your piece is incredibile!" Camille praised

Estelle who blushed slightly not used to getting such attention just because of her art "Grazie" she thanked turning her attention to the gorgeous scenery outside of the window.

This was her home now, Volterra. She wanted to get away from her last life in Forks to get rid of her broken heart.....

Estelle could only hope that it was a good decision to be here.

The moment Estelle stepped foot into her apartment complex she was in awe, the white floorboards and walls made the room lighter, but what shocked her was the statues standing within the room, one she recognised being Aphrodite the goddess of love

One of the doors within the complex lead the the bathroom which practically screamed for her to have a bath but she shook that feeling away immediately heading to the other room which so happens to be the studio where she will be working during her course.

Lastly she found the bedroom which was on the second floor of the studio, the room itself made her drop her belongings she felt as if she was in Ancient Greek or perhaps a Disney film.....

"All this...." Estelle choked trailing her fingers across the silky duvet that covered her bed "just because I got accepted" she then glanced at the art work on the walls knowing that somehow had painted that.

Soon she began to unpack her belongings, placing her clothes, lingerie and skin care in her drawers, whilst toiletries and sanitary items were placed in the bathroom. Lastly she was in her art studio we're she nearly placed blank canvas's against the walls, along her paints and brushes sat on the shelves, her laptop, pencils and sketch book on the table.

Feeling a small amount of inspiration she immediately set up one of the Blanc canvas's taking a couple deep coloured paints she had collected

from Forks art shop, as well as her can of brushes.

Taking a deep breathe, Estelle closed her eyes as memories of her life in Forks flashed through her very eyes, going to school, making friends...... Edward.

She remembered clearly how he was holding Isabella Swan, how the two showered one another with kisses their eyes filled with longing whilst Estelle remembered watching them with a look of betrayal and sadness.

She didn't even realise she had began to paint the Blanc canvas, nor of the idea of what colours she had used. All Estelle could feel of at that moment was the pain in her heart, her heart that had been broken into a million pieces

"Oh mio! tale emozione, questo pezzo d'arte è semplicemente magnifico" oh my! such emotion, this piece of art is simply magnificent. Camille's voice snapped Estelle from her trance

The brunette then glanced up at her painting a gasp escaped her lips as she stared at the once blanc portrait which now displayed a woman walking away from a man in a dead meadow.....

A meadow, she couldn't help but scoff remembering that the gorgeous meadow she had found, where Edward had betrayed her with none other than Isabella Swan

"You are a wonderful artist" Camille gushed now standing in front of the young girl with a wide smile, Estelle could only smile back forcefully.

"Grazie signorina" the brunette thanked looking anywhere but at the artwork she had just created she asked "would you like a cup of tea? Or perhaps coffee?"

Camille shook her head the two walking out of the studio and into the living room, Camille sat herself on the sofa whilst Estelle stayed stood up staring at the older woman in confusion

"I have came to ask you to find and see Volterra on your own little one" Camille stated Estelle was about to deny the woman's demands only to be stopped "plus you don't expect to get your paints just by staying in your dorm all day do you?"

Actually Estelle did plan on doing so, since the break up she wanted to be left alone, to surround herself in a room full of melancholy and depression yet Camille was right since the school does not offer them any paint she needed to get her own one way or another not to mention.....

"Your right...." Estelle replied softly sitting on the chair opposite from where the older woman was sitting "I need to familiarise myself with my new home and perhaps I will get inspiration as well"

Camille suddenly stood up her eyes filled with hope "Oh! I just came up with something magnificent!" She exclaimed kneeling down she brought Estelle's hands into her own

"You should paint on the streets of Volterra!"

In the Castle of Volterra, the three kings were sat within the library two of which were reading either a novel or ancient scrolls and texts whilst the other merely sat in the corner of the room bored.

"Has there been any news from the Olympic Coven?" One of the men spoke his wine red eyes looked up from the scroll he was reading off of "I have meant to contact Carlisle but never had the time to do so"

The blonde male who sat alone scoffed his eyes sharpened into a glare "those Cullens irritate me more and more! They are weak from the blood of animals it sickens me!"

The third male merely stayed silent a frown planted on his lips, his black eyes almost like a hole full of sadness,

He looked down at his left hand to his ring finger seeing the red string from before that was loose had slightly tightened around his finger along with his brothers

Their mate was close..... but how close was she?