A/N: Our Take On The Lives Of Alec And Jane Volturi Before They Were Burned To The Stake.


~Preface~

The Rest Of Your Life Is A Long Time, And The Rest Of Your Life Starts Now – Haley James Scott.


Rolling down the cobble pathway of the edge-of-town road, a carriage had been rolling across the lane for almost and hour and it was now almost dark, the sunset darkening to a slight red colour, mirroring into the lake beside the path.

A young woman stepped out, extremely pretty – perhaps in her late twenties, early thirties, she was short and thin, with an angelic pointy face and light blonde ringlets of hair falling out of a patchwork bonnet.

Her husband followed just afterwards, he was just as good looking, though tall – with caramel brown hair and bright green eyes. He followed his wife with curiosity and concern, after she had demanded the carriage to stop so abruptly.

"Clara, what is the meaning of this?" the man said, he couldn't have been elder than 30, wearing a tattered white shirt and beige trousers. His wife, Clara, hurried along to a large rock dug into the muddy ground.

Clara bent down lightly next to the crag, her dark brown dress running across the hill grass. Her husband was completely confused, what was she doing? She'd never pulled a stunt like this before, he didn't think. She'd simply yelped for him to stop the single horse from moving any further then bounced out of the carriage, and now she was bending awkwardly beside a rock.

"Sweetheart?" he heard her whisper, at first he though she was talking to him – and so looked over her shoulder, baffled. She wasn't talking to him.

Their was a young girl, a teenager, adolescent – barely 16 years of age. She was as beautiful as his wife, with long dark hair and big green eyes as clear as his own. She was wearing a ripped cream dress, a rag around her slender body, looking down at one large bundle in her arms.

Two babies, almost obvious they were twins, boy and girl. The boy was unbelievably beautiful, with dark tufts of hair and bright twinkling green eyes, like his supposed mother. The girl was smaller and wrinklier, squirming and crying quietly.

"Take them," the young girl cried in a whisper, thrusting the bundle into Clara's fragile, unready arms. "Be good to them." Of course Clara couldn't drop the two babies, far too delicate and beautiful. And as much as she tried her hardest to give them back to their young mother, the teenager wouldn't welcome them back into her arms.

Clara looked back at her husband, who didn't know what to say, in fewer words. Clara was so maternal, though as long as they could try to produce a child, they had no luck. Looking back down at the beautiful twins, cradled in her arms – her heart seemed to melt at the angelic faces, she felt as if she had somehow already bonded with them – and looking back to the mother who had given her these two delightful lives – she realised that the young mother had gone.


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Written: Watching Children In Need's Greatest Moments Part 2, Tuesday 8:00pm.