She tapped her fingers on the oak table. The office was dim with the exceptional lighting of the wall lamps. The lock of the door clicked. Her lips twitched at the sound of footsteps hitting the deep scarlet carpet.

"What are you doing?" He sat down to join her. His face mirrored hers, angelic and beautiful. He tried smiling at his sister but her lips stayed tight, clenched together. "Jane, are you alright?" His crimson eyes examined her indifferent expression. She kept her hands under her snowy white jaw line as props to keep her face at eye level.

"You know what's disappointing Alec?" Jane's eyes scanned over her brother's clueless face. She adored her brother but found it unbearably irritating when he didn't understand things as quick as she did. They were both fast paced thinkers but for some reason he always skipped over details.

"What, my dear sister?"

"This…" She pulled her hands down from under her chin, gesturing to the surrounding space. She looked at the elegant but gloomy office.

"I don't understand?" Alec furrowed his eyebrows, contorting his stony features. He glared at his sister. Her prominent cheekbones were cutting through her thin, sallow face. Her hands wrapped around the edge of the long, oak table.

Her grip was so tight it left indentions in the elegant wood. Splinters from the indentions fell to the plush floor. "Alec…why are we here?" She snarled.

Alec backed away from his sister. He kept his voice low, not wanting to be overheard by sensitive ears. "To work for him," His growl acted as a warning, a note of caution. His sister ignored it.

"Him?" She began to raise her voice. Her dark whisper could bring chills to the living, but not the dead. Her brother recoiled from her, but he did not shake. Jane's menacing stare made him hesitate as he was about to interrupt her. "We don't even know who 'him' is!" She shouted, pushing her chair away from her. It hit the wall, shattering into shards of wood.

There was movement down the hallways. Jane froze. Her body became still, as if her icy skin was making her freeze over. Her black eyes narrowed.

The door opened and Jane turned on her heel to face their intruder. A tall man walked gracefully into the young twins' presence. "Good evening children, I'm Aro." The man said, holding his arms open as if to embrace them. Jane backed away stepping next to Alec.

The man glanced over the two teenagers, his eyes flashing with amusement. He looked over to the broken chair, smirking. "It seems as if you're upset." His dark red eyes met with Jane's. The planes of his aged face smoothed out as he watched the twins. They cowered away from him; they still had no idea of what was happening to them. He waved his hand, motioning and another man walked in.

This man looked scared, with an antic disposition. His eyes were darting about the room. Madness had taken a hold on him. His frantic murmuring continued as he struggled to break free from Aro's grip. "Where am I? Is this home? What is this?" The man said over and over.

But Jane and Alec knew him well. If Jane's heart was still beating it would be racing, but instead her breathing became rigid. Her lungs were straining, for this type of breathing was new to her. Her body almost felt the human quaking it normally felt when she saw this man. A violent rage filled her stony fingertips and hatred ran through her body. She gnashed her teeth together, hissing.

Alec reacted the same. He pulled his sister down standing in front of her like a guard. A disturbing growl escaped from his lips. His passion was stronger than his sister's. The man's eyes grew wide as Aro kept his hold on him. He smiled pleasantly.

"I thought the two of you sweet children could use a snack," Aro smiled releasing the man as if throwing him in a lion's pit. He closed the door, locking it.

Alec lifted his nose in the air, his smile growing as he sniffed at the scent, inhaling deeply. A bloodthirsty look reached his eyes. His beautiful face formed into a look of savageness. The mad man screamed and begged for his life, but Alec paid him no attention. Revenge was close and fufilling.

Unlike her brother, Jane hesitated when inhaling the man's scent. She held back her attack through fear, because she remembered. Her memory wasn't much, but she knew him. She didn't move but stayed in an attacker's stance. Alec's first strike gave her the assurance to pounce. Her feet sprang from the ground and the man was silenced.

Their meal didn't last long between the two of them. Jane looked down at the deed they had committed. Something that would originally repulse her gave her a satisfaction. Her full lips turned into a beautiful smile and her eyes gleamed with a deep crimson.

A monster had been born.