There you stand—held by a strong vampire. He was called Felix. The grip his hands had on you was crushing. You broke the law. Being turned in to the Volturi for execution.

You see the three leaders of the Volturi, on their thrones. One of them—claps his hands. He’s excited, it's almost childish how giddy he looked. He didn’t speak, instead he got of his throne. Aro approached you, he held his hand out.

“May I?” He inquired—it didn’t seem much like a question. As he took your hand, and read into your mind.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing he got from it. “Mesmerizing.” He muttered, under his breath. His crimson eyes peered into your very soul. It was so rare! It was like a barrier had constructed around your very mind, Aro couldn't help his childish curiosity.