Author's Note: Recognizable characters are Stephenie Meyer and not mine. The way that Jane and Alec are being 'changed' is also mainly Stephenie Meyer's as well. The rest is mine and I guard it jealously:-P This is to be a one-shot (2-shot?) but I may turn it into something bigger depending on reviews and Solstice (finishing it mainly). This first one is Alec's POV and the next 'chapter' is Jane's POV. This is based on how they 'changed' and their views on it.


Alec

Jane…

I looked over at my twin sister, her beautiful long hair cut short. I felt oddly parental to her, being as I born five minutes earlier than her. I did not want this for her… I did not want this for me.

The sticks around my ankles itched uncomfortably. I could see the preacher talking from a wooden stadium that had been built for the occasion. We were to be burned at the stake for our partaking in witchcraft.

I stared down at my deathbed below me. Witchcraft? How was it possible? Simply because Jane had been playing with a doll it was immediately voodoo? Just because I had thrown a few stones at some bullies in her defense, I could make objects 'float'?

I glared at the people that stared at us, some with pity some with hatred. I hated them. All of them. I looked over at Jane. She looked so scared… so young.

"Alec?' she asked, her voice quivering. "Are we going to die?'

Tears flooded my eyes. I could not answer her…

I reached out as far as the rope would let me. She reached back towards me. Our fingers extended, we could just barely touch each other. I looked into her eyes, already dripping with tears.

"Remember what Mum once said?" I asked, desperate to make her feel at peace, "We'll always have her watching us… she won't let anything bad happen to us…"

There was silence for a moment. Jane looked towards the crowd, anger in her eyes.

"I hate these people," she said, angrily. "They killed Mum…"

She caught eyes with a woman in the crowd.

"Don't do it, Jane!" I warned.

She continued to stare angrily at the woman. The woman raised a hand to her heart, fear in her eyes. Jane's gaze was known to strike fear into the hearts of the who were associated with Father. Personally, I thought it was guilt that she caused them to feel. Some said they saw the devil in her eyes. People said that my look caused physical pain, but that was according to the people were 'close' to Father. The woman let out a scream. I detected the fakeness in it.

"Oh, please!" she said, her voice pleading, dripping with falseness. "Kill these horrible demons!"

I studied her face, recognizing her. She had always hated us kids, jealous of Mum. It was because she likes Father… she had an affair with him… along with the millions of other women…

I hated Father. Even more so than the people around me. He caused this pain, this misery.

"And with this torch we shall dispose of the demons…" the preacher droned on.

This was it… I looked over at a frightened Jane.

"Please… don't leave me…," she pleaded with me, her eyes wide with fright.

"I will never leave you," he said fiercely.

I watched as the torch touched down to the bed of brushwood and kindling. It would be all over in a moment. Jane whimpered beside me, the flames licking her legs. I moaned in agony at the flames biting me.

"Help!" I called out, helplessly, "Please!"

"It burns!" Jane cried out.

Then the screaming began. At first, I thought it was Jane. Then I heard it increase to an impossible volume for one person. I looked around surprised. There were black-cloaked creatures massacring the village. I felt something cut into my neck. The last thing I saw was a dark haired man approaching Jane.

"Please…spare her…" I said.

The fire became impossibly painful. The burning at my neck was far worse than anything I had ever experienced. With a cry of agony, I collapsed into night…


I know it's a little short and for that I apologize but please R&R anyways!