Summary: This is basically a story of how the lives of the vampires of Twilight before they became creatures of the dark.

A/N: WARNING, not everything is based off of solid Twilight fact since I don't think even Stephanie Meyer truly fully planned out each of their mortal lives. Most of what I'm writing will be created off of my opinion of what should or could have happened.

Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, I wouldn't be writing on FanFiction, duh.

December 20, 1690 (Jane)

'First things first,' I thought, staring at a pile of logs. It was a perfectly sized pile, definitely enough for the winter. The problem; using my skinny arms to carry it back home. 'A couple trips?' I considered. Of course, that wouldn't exactly be wise. The sun would be setting soon, and I wouldn't be able to make those trips in time.

"Need some assistance?" I turned to find Owen, a boy of my age with fiery red hair and the most beautiful dark eyes.

"Oh, would you?" I asked, keeping my voice low as not to embarrass myself. There was no denying that he was very handsome.

Owen nodded and helped me to pick up some of the wood. I took my share and smiled at him as I led the way back home. Owen wasn't somebody who felt the need to fill the silence with unwanted talking, and I enjoyed every moment of the silence.

"There you are, Jane, dear," My mother said as I arrived at our cottage. "I see you brought company."

"Owen was simply assisting me with my load," I explained, piling the logs by the east wall of the cottage. "I simply couldn't carry this all by myself."

"Your brother should have been helping you," my mother hissed beneath her breath.

"Alec was busy," I hurriedly made up a lie. "He went to the market to fetch dinner."

"At least he's finally making good use of himself," my mother hissed again. It always troubled me when she talked in such a way about my brother. Her words weren't much different from many in the village, and I knew that they would only cause trouble. "Why, excuse me," My mother said, placing a hand to her mouth. "I forgot to give you my thanks for helping my daughter."

"Why, it was no trouble at all, madam," Owen replied. The way his eyes flashed when he bowed to my mother only added to his beauty. One of the things that had never failed to draw me in was his mystery.

"Well, then, Jane, you haven't even finished your chores yet. You have no time to be busying yourself with a boy," My mother said, dragging me into the house. My cheeks flushed, and I felt relieved to be pulled away from the embarrassment. As the door closed, Owen flashed me one final smile.

Once my chores had been finished, I sat on the floor, trying to light the fire. I had never been good at the task, but until Alec came home, I would have to pick up his chores.

"Hello, Jane," Alec said, walking in through the door.

"Well, it's about time you returned," I said, jumping to my feet. "I can't keep lying to mother about your whereabouts."

"What did you tell her?" he asked, slipping his bag from his shoulder onto the table.

"I told her that you went to the market to fetch dinner," I said between gritted teeth.

"Well, then, you didn't lie," he said, opening the sack. "I stopped by the market on my way back, and I still managed to save a pretty little penny."

"When you get caught, I suggest you don't expect me to rescue you," I said, sitting down on the floor again and uselessly poking at the wood in the fireplace.

"I don't need you to watch my back," Alec replied. "Although, apparently you need me to do basic chores like lighting a fire."

"Lighting the fire is your responsibility, not mine!" I screamed.

"Shh!" he hushed me. "I don't want to draw attention from mother."

"Then maybe you shouldn't partake in illegal affairs!" I yelled.

Alec was on me in a minute, placing his hand over my mouth. "Are you trying to get my arrested? Hung?"

"If that's the only way you'll learn your lesson," I mumbled into his hand. I pushed him off of me. "I'm sick of picking up on your load. You should have been there to help me."

"I'm sorry, but you seem to have fared just fine by yourself," Alec replied, turning his attention away from me.

"I may have had some help from Owen," I said, turning my back to him.

"What?" he nearly screamed.

"Oh, but I have to stay quiet?"

Alec ignored me. "I told you to stay away from him. He's dangerous."

"Hardly," I replied. "And he happens to be helpful."

"Just because you have fantasies about him..."

"I do not!" I blushed again. "But I do think that he's a very kind person, and I don't see what you hold against him. Afraid that I might actually be happy?"

"He doesn't exactly spend time with the best crowd," Alec replied. "And you don't even want to know the stories people say about him..."

"Could they be any worse than the stories people say about you?" I asked.

That kept him quite. I returned to poking the fire, hoping he would simply leave again. He didn't. Instead, he sat at the table with his head in his hands.

My mother came out then and immediately turn her attention to Alec. "There you are. Where have you been?"

He held up the bag to her in response. If only she knew the truth.

Okay, so I got really bored and just started writing and this is what I got. Good? Bad? Other? Please Review and let me know.