A/N: My most sincere thanks to all the reader that reviewed, and liked Forget-Me-Not.And on with the disclaimer: Twilight solely belongs to Ms. Meyer. Only Hanna, her little brother Ley are mine. :)

Forget-Me-Not

Chapter Three: Raspberry Dark Mocha

The thirst.

Her throat was parched, scorching without any moisture. She attempted to swallow to no avail.

Where am I?

The clarity.

With horror, Hanna realized that everything was so clear. Tiny collections of dust dancing amidst the bookcase, lace curtains fluttering after the chilly drift, holes carved within the bricks- she stared, entranced, until a masculine voice interrupted.

"How are you?"

Lurching from her position on the bed, Hanna hissed at the unwelcome interruption. "Who are you?" she spat with so much venom that she immediately recoiled with a clumsy apology. "I'm sorry, it's just that I'm so… thirsty. May I have some water?" she identified the owner of the masculine voice to be the olive-skinned man, Demetri.

"It would not help, young one."

Her previous memories with him tumbled back after his assurance. The man had bitten her, painfully. Yet, he had gently kissed her throat twice before biting. What did this inhumanly beautiful man want with her? "Who are you?"

His face became impossibly more attractive with a small smile. "Demetri under the direct jurisdiction of the three Volturi lords," he appeared to be enjoying an inside joke.

"No, I meant, I know your name, only I was hoping that you would explain this," she blushed, referring to herself. "You… bit me. I passed out. Now, I'm so thirsty."

"You are strangely in control for a young one," he replied, cryptic.

"Please, what's happening with me? Why am I like this?" her voice became strained with desperation.

"You are one of us now Hanna Holtz, a vampire to serve the Volturi. I am your creator, la tua amante," he whispered.

"A… vampire? A vampire that drinks blood? Your lover?" Hanna's voice broke with fear and confusion. "You're my creator because you bit me? You become my lover? I'm a vampire?"

"Your thirst is sufficient proof," he reached for her hand. "Come." He led her down a dimly lit hallway and once again, brought her to the hall with the three wooden, intricately carved thrones. Only this time, there was only one man. "Master, she has awakened. She needs to drink. Grant her the human I have kept."

"My Demetri, so benevolent to his beloved," the black-haired man smiled, his teeth gleaming. "Dear Hanna, you are truly blessed to have my Demetri as your mate."

She did not open her mouth. The pale man was addressing her as the olive-skinned man's mate. She was Demetri's beloved, mated to a man she barely knew. She refused to accept her title as his mate and beloved. With a flick of a pale hand, a young boy, no older than seventeen, was pushed before her. Demetri stepped back and crossed his arms, signaling that he was staying. To Hanna, the boy smelled so appetizing, his scent tantalizing her nostrils. She crouched, preparing to lunge, until his fear-stricken eyes burned into hers. Eyes wide, Hanna stumbled back, unable to murder the young boy. He could be somebody's Ley, a beloved brother, a treasured son. What was she about to do? She promptly shifted her position, ready to run anywhere away from the boy. She strode off, until a firm hand pushed her against a wall. Newborn eyes clashed with familiar burgundy eyes.

"Do not run. Drink," he ordered.

"I can't! I can't!" she cried.

"You will," while she stood dazed, aghast with guilt, in a blink of a moment, he had bit into the boy. It was all too soon; the boys had not even time to scream. Demetri strode towards her, forced her mouth to open, drove his lips against her mouth, and forced her to drink. The warm liquid slid down her throat, a drink from an oasis amidst a desert. Instinctively, Hanna's lips sought more, intertwining further with his. She nipped and sucked for the blood his mouth held. Her sanity returned when she was sated and her eyes widened at her compromising situation with Demetri. She was clinging to his arms, her lips begged for his. She was begging for the blood. The blood of that young boy with laugh lines and vivid hair. Hanna wrought away from Demetri, immensely guilty. "Why? Why did you do that?"

His face was fixed in a neutral expression. "We do not die of starvation. You would have had to drink sooner or later. I happened to prefer sooner."

Hanna looked at the body of the dead boy. She slowly approached the corpse and bent down by his hand. She held his hand and whispered an apology. "I'm truly sorry."

"You are not angry," Demetri observed.

"I have nobody but to blame but myself. You may have taken his blood, but I'm the one that eagerly accepted. I killed him. Who can I be angry at?" she spoke, overwhelmed with mental exhaustion and sorrow.

"Such a fascinating sight!" a voice broke through their conversation. "You are a truly fascinating girl! You resisted your thirst and you feel guilty now that you have tasted human blood? My lovely Hanna, you possess an extraordinary mind. May I?" he reached for her hand.

Resigned, she let him hold her hand for a long amount of time. Finally, he released her hand. "My Hanna, you delight me. Such sympathy, yet you cannot wholly resist dear Demetri, nor your thirst. Embrace yourself my Hanna, you will eventually succumb to both my doll. Demetri, your beloved is tired, escort her to your chamber."

A/N: I felt that it was more appropriate to attach this author's note in the end. My chapter are titled with a specific theme in mind. For instance, chapter one was Soy Cappuccino. I often drink Soy Cappuccinos as an everyday drink. This symbolizes Hanna's peaceful everyday life. Chapter two is titled A Triple Shot Espresso. Incredibly bitter! This convey's the bitter/involuntary/unfortunate circumstances that happen to Hanna. This chapter is titled Raspberry Dark Mocha. Again, that element of dark bitterness still remains, but the kiss between D & H provides some sweet/tangy flavor for this specific chapter.

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-Dear Waltz