And So It Begins...

Never had Cassandra expected a home like this to be owned by her dear friend, Carlisle Cullen. It was massive, elegant, and seemingly unneccassary. She sighed, shaken by what was inside to greet her... either kindly or decidedly not so kind. She approached the massive double doors, knocking three times. She straightened her black pencil skirt out, red-well, more so violet with the blue contacts in- eyes on the ground as she tried to pull her self-consciousness into an itty bitty box, never to be seen again while she was here. She waited patiently for the door, tapping her ballet flat-clad foot anxiously.

Was she was here to give the Cullens the worst news of their life? They were going to be destroyed in the coming days, simply because one human's life in the midst of vampires had lasted a bit too long. Cassandra had gotten herself in too deep now as well, working against her better judgement as a double agent of sorts. She wasn't sure which side she belonged to: with the Cullens, or the Volturi, the place she had resided at for the last 200 or so years. Was she here to gather information about the Cullen's predicament for her black cloak-clad cohorts, or was she truly here to warn the people she belonged with? Was she here to save, or destroy? The battle raged on in Cassandra's head as she waited for the door to open.