Hey! Another Alec love story! Starts when he was still human. I knew they're supposed to be, what? 13 in the books? But he's 17 in here. Hey, Cameron Bright is 18, so, yeah.
Disclaimer: I realized I haven't been saying this at all lately. So, I don't own Voltura, Alec, Aro, Jane, Felix, Heidi, um... I'm not sure who else is ever going to show up, so, yeah.
Note: If you guys want, you should watch Birth. It's a cute little movie starring Cameon Bright where he's supposedly the reincarnation of this woman's dead husband. It's really dramatic :). In case you're having trouble figuring out which one it is, on YouTube, type in Birth Part 1 2004. Kay, luv ya!
1667
"Alec!" I heard Tonya call. I turned and smiled, opening my arms. She slammed into my chest, her arms around my chest.
"Yes?"
"My momma wants to know if you're willing to catch a goose?"
"Sure."
"'Kay!" We went back to her home in our small village. Her mother was waiting at the door.
"Hello, Alec," she said.
"Hello, Mrs. Levkov," I nodded. "You wanted me to catch a goose?"
"Yes. I want to cook some goose tonight." I nodded and she gave me an ax. I went out into the woods, Tonya following closely. She was a couple of years younger than me at 15 and she was several inches shorter. But I loved her, and I intended on making her my own. I kissed her head, wiping brown hair out of her face. I heard rustling in the bushes and we stopped walking. I told her to stay there and then started toward the direction of the sound. When I peeked into the bushes, I actually screeched a little. Tonya giggled.
"Did you just screech, Alec?"
"Look." She peeked into the bush and full out screamed, the sound echoing.
"What the bloody hell!" she cursed, stepping back and tripping on her own dress and falling flat on her butt. There was a cold, dead little boy in there. His name was Timmothy and he lived in our village. "But... But... I-I just saw him not half an hour ago!" She started crying. I pulled her up, hugging her.
"Come on. Let's tell the village leader." She sniffled and nodded. I took her hand and led her out of the woods quickly. She was stark pale and tears were still falling silently down her cheeks. I wiped her face off. She leaned her head on my arm.
"Mr. Mansanto," I bowed my head. "We have some horrible news."
"Well?"
"We just found Timmothy Greggory dead in the woods."
"The little boy?" We nodded. He called for 4 men to come. I was told to show where he was. Tonya had to stay back. Before we went in, I looked down at Tonya and then got down on one knee. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.
"I may not come out alive, so I wanted to make sure I did this. Antonina Galina Levkov, would you do me the honor of being my wife?" She grinned from ear to ear and nodded. I smiled and took the ring out of my pocket and slipping it onto her finger. It was a silver band, with one single dimond on it. I stood up and kissed her before letting her go and walking into the woods with an ax in my hand. The others had guns or axes like mine. When I showed them the body, Timmothy's father, who was one of the men to come, gasped and started weeping. We patted him on the back. It was a dreadful thing to lose a child, especially a son. His father picked his only son up and the there was a russtling from above. We all froze and looked around. But when I found nothing and looked back at the others, they were gone. Had they left me? But then I noticed Timmothy's pale body on the ground and paled so much it rivaled Timmothy's. Then came screams and blood spatter from above. I screamed, dropping my ax and running, hastily trying to wipe the blood off of me.
"Alec!" Tonya exclaimed, running to me when she saw the blood. She started looking me over, but I shook my head.
"Not... my blood."
"Then whose?"
"The other men. They were... killed." She gasped and I saw the wives of the men who'd gone start crying. It was then that I remembered my father to be one of them. I started crying, too. Tonya hugged me, despite the blood.
"I'm sorry, Alec," she whispered. She started to tow me away to her house, walking past her parents and into her wash room. She then told me to stay where I was and went out to heat up water. When she finally had the tub filled, I stripped down, her taking my clothes and putting them in a bucket. She got out soap and started scrubbing through my hair, the bubbles turning pink from the blood. I grimaced. She rinsed it out and then kissed my head.
"You're okay?" she asked, washing off the back of my neck, down my back. I nodded. The water was starting to look pink. She sighed. "That's the thing, Alec. I know you're lying." I sighed.
"I already miss him." She nodded and hugged me from behind. I smiled a little and kissed her hand.
"I love you," she said in my ear.
"I love you, too." She smiled and continued to wash me off. Her ring was on the counter. Her dress had blood on it. "Go change, okay? I'll dry myself off." She nodded and left, coming back a few minutes later in a sky blue dress. She had some clothes in her hands. I was wrapped in a towel. She handed me the clothes. I got dressed, both my and Tonya's faces bright pink. Her blue eyes were tempting me, but I resisted. "Later," I whispered in her ear. She smirked and followed me out. When we were walked out the door, Jane came up to me, crying.
"Is it true?" she asked.
"Is what true?"
"That father is dead?"
"Yes," I sighed. She started crying harder. I hugged my twin and so did Tonya. Tonya and Jane were close, best friends, even.
"I'm engaged," Tonya said to lift her spirts.
"He finally asked you? He's had the ring for, what? A month?" I laughed and pushed her shoulder a little. She laughed too and then we all sobered fast.
"We must have a memorial. For all of them." We all nodded and soon enough, everyone was gathered in the middle of the village, a fire burning in the center of a circle of weeping and mourning people. We each stepped forward with a gift to the spirits.
"To the spirits, I offer my doll," a little girl, Alyssa, said, dropping her rag doll into the fire. She was the last to go. Pastor Denlali stepped forward and started preaching, paying respect to the 6 people who had died today. I was crying silently. Tonya kissed my cheek and hugged my waist soothingly. I hugged her to my side with one arm. When it was over, the fire was left burning. Jane frowned and wiped her face. I did the same. We started toward my house, Tonya twirling her ring around her finger absentmindedly. As soon as we were in the house, the sound of mother's crying came to us. I grimaced and we went into the family room to see her crying into her hands. Me and Jane sat on either side of her and hugged her.
"It's okay, Momma," Jane cooed. She continued crying, and soon so were me and Jane. Tonya had went to make something for dinner in the kitchen. She came back in a minute later with a cup of water.
"To drown your troubles?" she said, handing my mother the cup. She smiled at her thankfully, sipping the water before setting it down and wiping her face.
"He's lucky to have you," she smiled at her, taking her hand firmly between hers. Tonya smiled.
"And I'm lucky to have him," she said, looking at me. She sat down next to me. "But I am sorry about your husband, Mrs. Cridder." We stayed in there for a while, eating and talking, but soon it was late and we went to bed, Tonya leaving and saying she'd see us tomorrow. The next day, around noon, I found something very disturbing in the fire pit. The fire had gone out over night. And there, in the center over wood and ash, was a blackened skeleton. A human skeleton sitting there as if it was someone's offering. Tonya and Jane gasped and stepped back, both of them falling down.
"People really ought to create shorter dresses," Tonya muttered, getting up and wiping off her behind.
"What the hell is that doing in there?" Jane said, shaking her head.
"I don't know." Other people were coming to see what we were talking about. Several people gasped and cried about the end of our lives. I sighed and went into the house, getting an empty potatoe sack and putting the bones in it.
"That makes 6," I sighed. I looked around. "Who's missing?"
"My husband went out to catch a chicken. He hasn't returned." I frowned.
"Anyone else?" No one said anything, so I frowned and turned to the woman.
"I'm sorry," I said to her. She started crying. Jane walked away, shaking her head. Tonya was going to go talk to her, but I held her back.
"She wants to be alone," I said. She sighed and nodded.
"Why are all of these killings happening?" I was about to say something, when I heard Jane scream. We both ran to her, worried.
"What's wrong?" Tonya asked. She pointed to a bush. We looked at it and screamed. There lay a dead body with the same features as Timmothy: pale skin, and a dreadful double crescent on her - yes this time it was a woman - neck. No one but Tonya and I knew about the marks.
"My Lord," Tonya breathed, clutching my hand. I kissed her knuckles. "Do you see who that is?" I looked at the face and started crying like Jane was. It was my mother. Tonya hugged us and told us everything would be alright. I burried my face in her hair. She kissed my temple and smiled reassuringly. "How about we go and get something to eat? Calm your nerves?" We nodded and she led us back to her own home. When we walked in, we screamed again. There wasn't one dead body there. There were about nine. There was Timmy, the 5 men, including my dad, who'd been killed in the woods, my mom, and both of Tonya's parents.
"Momma! Daddy!" Tonya exclaimed, running to their bodies. I walked up next to her and kissed her head. She was blubbering. I hugged her to my chest, closing my eyes.
"Are we going to die?" she sobbed.
"No, of course not."
"Why is it that we always find the bodies? What does this killer want?"
"I don't know." I laid my head on hers. She shot up, grabbing her father's ax off of the ground.
"Where are you going?"
"To find whoever is responsible for this." She walked out and I ran after her.
"Are you crazy? You could get killed!" I yelled at her, grabbing her by the tops of her arms and shaking her. She was silent and then her bottom lip trembled and she started crying, dropping the ax. I hugged her. "I didn't mean to yell, but I don't want you to get hurt." I kissed her temple.
"But I just got engaged! Everything's supposed to fit together, not fall apart!" she sobbed, wrapping her arms around my chest.
"I know," I said. "But we'll figure this out, okay? And then we can get married and grow old together, surrounded by grandchildren. Would you like that?"
"Yes," she sniffled. I stroked her long hair and kissed her her.
"Everything will be okay." Jane came out, too, probably because of all of the bodies. And then we looked at the rest of the village. Everywhere you looked, there were dead bodies, all pale with double crecents on their necks. We screamed and looked for anyone alive, shaking every last person. Tonya screamed, fisting her hair at the roots, threatening to pull it out, and falling to her knees.
"We're next! I know it!"
"Not them, just you," a voice said from behind me. It was smooth and chipper. We turned to see a man, dressed in expensive clothes. He had long black hair and red eyes and skin as pale as the bodies'. He was followed by many other well-dressed people, with the same skin color. What he said registered and I pulled a quiet and frozen Tonya behind me.
"Who are you?"
"I, dead child, am Aro. I can give you a new life." He looked at three of the people behind him and they nodded, coming forward and attempting to take Tonya from me. She was clutching my waist and hiding her face in my chest. She screamed (she's quite the screamer) and we held onto each other for dear life. But the biggest of the three easily ripped her away, lifting her with one hand and placing her between the other two. Two of them held Tonya in place while the other contemplated how to kill her. Two more came to hold me and Jane down. Tonya was screaming at the top of her lungs, screaming for them to let her go.
"Oh, will you be quiet, you scream too much," the big one scoffed and then, like snapping a twig, he broke her neck. I heard the snap from over here and it echoed in my head. Her big blue eyes that use to be so full of life, turned a dull gray-blue and she went limp, her head bending at an awkward angle. Tears started leaking out of my eyes, and I started screaming and trying to get the man holding me to let go. Aro came forward to stand in front of us, smiling like he was sorry.
"You see, they were going to burn you at the stake, because they thought you were witches. I merely trying to help."
"Tonya would never do that to us."
"Oh, yes she would. Your beloved Antonina was going to help them burn you alive."
"She would never." I didn't believe him.
"Believe what you want, it's true." He was suddenly in front of me and then everything went black.
Three Day Later
I was out hunting for the first time. Aro had said to kill people that were not likely to be investigated. I stopped by the village. The bodies hadn't been discovered yet. I walked straight to Tonya's body and sat next to her, kissed her forehead. Her skin was pale as snow and cold as ice, like mine. I stroked her cheek, closing her eyes. They were glassy and empty. I couldn't stand to see them.
"You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" I whispered to her corpse. I sighed and took the ring off of her finger. I was ashamed of myself. I hadn't kept my promise to give her what she wanted, a wedding, growing old together with grandchildren. None of them were really that possible for me anymore. I ran away, going to kill more.
Wow. Intense. But, anyways, did you like it? Hate it? Was it too sad? Not sad enough? TELL ME! Love y'all! In case you didn't figure it out, the big dude that killed Tonya was Felix and so Alec hates Felix's guts.
Love,
Ashley