Disclaimer: Most characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. Also I know in the book Jane/Alec are physically look 13 but I'm gonna go off of how old they looked in the movie which was more late teens. Just so ya know.
AN: Hey guys! So this is gonna be different from my Jess/Leslie story simply because Jane, Alec, and the Volturi are such darker characters. I came up with this idea when I was listening to one of the songs from the Breaking Dawn part 2 soundtrack after I watched the movie. (tear, Jasper could have died, tear) So anyway enjoy!
Jane told me to write these events down so that I'm "dealing with my feelings" but like she should talk. I don't see her writing! This effected us both and SHE isn't writing! So yeah anyway, part one of this journal, story, or whatever you want to call it.
It had been a week since we "dealt" with the Cullens and their half-born child as Aro says, but not really when this stupid story started. I was hungry and somehow I was the only one that needed to hunt. Don't ask me how that happened since we typically hunt in pairs but anyway. I went to Jane's room to see if she needed to hunt but she didn't so I told her I was going hunting by myself then.
Now yes we do typically have our food brought to us practically on a silver plater but we do occasionally go out of Volterra to actually hunt. We view it as a way to stay in shape instead of becoming big, fat, couch-potato vampires. Cough Aro Cough
We do of course have to make sure we don't harm any citizens of Volterra so we go to surrounding towns or grab the random traveler in the woods located around the city. So that is where this story starts. The woods.
I had jumped from my window down to the trees and waited to see if my dinner was near by. But sadly no human scent was around so I jumped from tree to tree till I got tired of that and ran since you could never get bored of running. I stopped when I found a distant scent of human, but a human out of placed. It smelled distantly American which angered me due to the ever troublesome American coven known as Cullen. Stupid vegetarians.
Due to my anger I ran closer to this American till I decided why not have some fun since I didn't get to use my power on any of the Cullens or their friends. I walked silently closer to the human till it was within normal seeing range and I learned that the human was a teenage girl, right around my physical age. This of course didn't stop me from wanting to feed so I let my smoke start crawling towards her.
I grew more and more excited as I anticipated the events I was sure were going to unfold. She would look around trying to find the source of this darkness and when she would realize that was pointless she would start crying out for either help, mercy, or maybe even both if I was lucky. Then of course the funniest part, the desperate run for safety only to trip over a rock or something. Such weaklings humans are.
But, to my dismay when my smoke surrounded her I heard her stand up and shout "Hey who's there!" not with a scared, helpless voice but instead with a defensive, strong voice. "If you think some little smoke can scare me then forget it! And if you try to touch me I will whoop your butt so hard you'll never know a day without pain!" she continued to shout as if this was no strange thing to her.
Why was she not scared. The smoke had been around her for minutes by now any human, even some vampires I know, would be curled up in a little ball crying for their mommy. My hunger seemed to run away until later, leaving me to be completely focused on how this human had kept her composer. My thoughts were of course interrupted by her shouting "Come on! If you're gonna attack me do it like a man! Let me see your face you coward!"
I was never one to accept being called a coward either in my human life or my vampire one so of course I removed the smoke finding the girl facing away from me with her hands in fist, ready to defend herself.
Once she could see again she started to look around till she turned to find me standing by a large oak tree. I figured she would get scared now due to my appearance but again to my dismay she simply snorted and shook her head. "Oh great, a royal brat. What is daddy in the Council of Ministers? Or did you escape from a Renaissance reenactment?" she asked referring the formal clothes I wore in America.
AN: Ok so, right now I don't really know where I'm going with this so please review and let me know what you guys think. I don't know when the next time I can update is cause of school and everything but I'll try.
