This is my versions of Jane Volturi's story.
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The year was 1771, and it was somewhere during fall. My name back then was Janelle Marino, and my story began when I was approximately twelve years old. I considered myself rather smart but innocent. I didn't realize how cruel the world could be. I found great pleasure in learning though. My twin brother had actually taught me how to read and was now attempting to teach me how to write. I rarely asked questions although I did enjoy the new-found information. I would have rather asked them in my own head though, and try to find answers on my own or just accept things as they were. That was my way of protecting my innocence. It wouldn't last forever. Nothing lasts forever. I wasn't aware of that on that sweet fall afternoon of 1771.
I was taking a stroll through the woods since the day was rather warm. My mother would have never let me walk in the forest alone and maybe rightly so. I had lied to her and told her I was going down to the church so she wouldn't worry. My mother was stubborn and overprotective in my eyes. She cared too much for my brother Alec and me ever since our father had died. She would never tell us how exactly that happened. I was so young that all I remember was him being very ill and one night in December of 1767.
I remembered how I had sat on the edge of his bed beside him clutching his hand for dear life. He was telling me a story in his rough hoarse voice. My mother came in through the door with a depressed expression and bags under her eyes. She seemed so much older than she was now, in 1771. She yelled at me, "Get off that bed right this second Janelle Serafina Marino! You shall catch your death!" I trudged out of the room never even realizing… SNAP! My eyes fell to the ground as a fragile branch broke beneath my feet and drove me back to the present.
I scanned the trees and surrounding scenery. I had stepped away from the path I'd been walking on when I had been lost in thought. My eyes darted around in a momentary panic.
"Do not worry dear," an elderly voice whispered sweetly. I turned to find a familiar face covered with wrinkles at my side.
"Grandmother?" I questioned with sheer joy. She nodded with a warm smile and wrapped her arms around me in a gentle hug. "Where have you been?" I asked and felt her arms loosen slightly. My grandmother had disappeared around the same time that my father had died. No one from the village had seen her after that. Someone even dared to call her a witch. I would have pulled their head off for that, but my mother would have been quite upset with me.
I looked up at my grandmother's amiable eyes and awaited her response. "I just had something… that needed to be done." I smiled back at her grin for my heart did not hold an iota of suspicion.
"What until Alec and Mother see you!" I exclaimed as my eyes wandered the forest scene for the path home. I felt Grandmother grip my shoulder with force and spin me back toward herself.
Her smile had seemed to disappear in a gust of wind and her expression became grim and dark. "No," she spoke sternly with hatred for the mere idea. "You must never tell anyone that I have been here. Do you understand, child?" My eyes were wide and baffled as I nodded. Her warm smile seemed to return instantaneously… as if it had never gone. "Good. Come with me." Grandmother gripped my hand even more firmly than she had my shoulder and led me further into the forest and further away from the path.
We stopped after a while. I couldn't tell how long, but my breaths were shallow. I had no idea where we were. Everything looked the same in these eternal woods. No traces of movement or panic. My mind went off like that sometimes. I thought I was paranoid, but I should have trusted my instincts. In hope of a time reference, I looked toward the sky and said to myself, "Almost sunset."
"Yes," my grandmother hissed in satisfaction as she followed my gaze. My eyes dropped on her with a strange look. I had thought maybe I was hearing things. She looked so at ease. She stood silent as a smile turned upward at one side of her lips. She glanced at me for a second and then closed her eyes gently. Her hands now on both sides of my shoulders grabbed me roughly. I let out a thin gasp and struggled to break away, but her muscles were firm and stiff. The wind suddenly broke into endless roars and animalistic cries. My grandmother flashed her eyes open wide, but they were hollow. I let out an unconscious shriek as I looked at her new face. Her cheeks seemed thin and many strands of her hair branched out in all directions. My screaming didn't end until I felt her shove me backward. I fell into something rigid, and the impact left me unconscious.
Short? Yes, I know. I shall try to make future chapters longer if you guys who read this and like it.
Isn't it ironic that I made Jane's middle name Serafina? Which means 'burning ones' by the way.
Nah, I did that on purpose. :)
