I remember the day I met Jane.
Really met her, I mean I've sorta met her when the group of vampires (Mom called them the "Volturi") came for me and I knew what she could do. It wasn't like she popped up one day and we became friends. Some of the Volturi still come around to check on me. I guess that's nice, to see how I'm doing. When Jane and her brother came, I noticed she didn't talk to anybody and nobody talked to her. She sat there while her brother chatted with the others, hiding her head in her hood, not showing her eyes.
I think my family are afraid of her. Not because she looked scary and never talked, but because she was pretty violent in ways. Yeah, it's weird to think back at that considering how calm and polite she is now. Before we became friends she was a rude and violent little spaz. She'd leave people alone if they left her alone, but if anyone would talk to her, she'd snap. At least that's what the wolf people thought, Jake included, but I always knew that wasn't half the truth. How? Well, it's kind of embarrasing but I used to observe her sometimes, you can say she became some object of fascination to me, if I can call it that. And one thing I took note of was people never talked kindly to her; they'd talk down to her, tease her etc etc. But never of my family did that. It was sometimes Paul or Jared or maybe even the Romanians (though they showed up very few times). They were really mean to Jane the few times they dared come close,and I think they found it very fun, or maybe they got a rush from it; having done something to her knowing they could risk getting hurt, like teasing a sleeping bear.
Jane wasn't someone who'd just sit there and take it; if someone threw a rock at her, she'd chase them down and used her power thing, if she got the chance too. Sometimes she'd spare herself the running and throw the rock right back.
Which reminds me of that time I found her arguing with Carlisle. Grandpa rarely got mad but even he looked annoyed at that point and gestured with his hands, though I forgot what the whole thing was about and what was being said. Jane stood there, looking at him with a strange expression. She looked like she expected Grandpa to actually strike her. Actually I honestly think that was what was going through her mind that exact moment. She threatened him. I remembered that clearly though I really don't want to repeat it.
Everyone remembered that scenario. It's sort of what they remembered her by and they started showing her a bit of respect. No. I think fear is a better word. However there are still those who keep teasing her and they would usually end up with a broken nose. There was a lot of yelling when that happened. And no one would ever ask for her side of the story. I knew Dad and Mom only saw her as a troublemaker and not someone who got bullied on a daily basis.
No one except me: I felt sorry for her, though I dared not speak to her.
Not until that one day I was forced to, the day I finally got to see what her eyes looked like.