This is my first one-shot. And I was inspired by Rosanna Chase, I read her one-shot about Jane and it really motivated me to look into her character. I do not own anything, review please(:
Jane P.O.V
I could feel all of their eyes burn with a pure and whole hatred as they walked from the room. The Cullens.
I could sense their judgment of my apathy as unkind and harsh. Maybe I am cruel, maybe I am unkind; but is it because of what they see or what I am really made of, deep inside me that makes me that way? They see me following orders of Aro, killing and getting answers, no mercy. They see me show no emotion, nothing when it comes down to theirs and others' pleas.
But what they don't see is the way I stare at their hairline when I inflict my gift on them, it is the only part of the body that does not show the suffering that they have to endure.
They don't see how every time I am ordered so kindly by my masters to give them no chances and make no decisions, I press all of my weight into my heels, grinding into the cold damp stone beneath my feet. They don't see me grinding my fangs in order to do what keeps me alive.
What keeps Alec alive.
My brother.
Have you ever wondered how we, Alec and I, became Vampires? Became part of the Volturi? Have they? Probably not. The bronze haired boy knows but he is the worst of them all. Blinded by a love so cruel to him and the human female, they are biased in a way that will eventually lead them to their deaths.
It was 1903, Alec and I had just turned thirteen the night before. I was a sweet girl always kind, always giving. Always doing the right thing. I was three years older than Alec. Somehow that made all the world of a difference for him. We were walking home from the street markets, it was early spring and goods were cheaper with the new season in bloom. We came home with a basket full of strawberries, Mama's favorite, anything to please Mama. We were also sent for a bottle of shoe polish, we didn't have the chance to purchase that one simple item. Why? Do you ask?
Alec.
Alec was being cruel. Alec was being unkind. Alec was being harsh. But he was my brother, so I received the punishment of being banned along with him. He was a bully. Picking on the younger boys and pushing down the girls, too bad one little boy could fight back.
It was damp, and dark. Directly after dusk. We were taking a shortcut home, through the alley and past the dumpsters of Old Bessie's bakery. But I will not dwell on the path we chose to take, direction would've made no such difference. We would still be dead.
The last thing I remember of that night was the headache, oh god the headache. Its ironic isn't it? That the thing to kill me would eventually be my gift, I was unconscious for three days, as long as it took my brother to take in the venom, the curse of that sad and dangerous little boy.
Alec saved my life he took the pain away, and until Alec is ready to die I will continue to be cruel and unconcerned with the affairs resulting in life or death for other vampires, other vampires made me what I am today, they chose this for me without a second thought. So I will not give second thoughts to them. Because as of now, only Alec will judge me.