Fallen | Alec Volturi |

Chapter One: Prologue

England 1764

It was a cold and dark night, there wasn't a sound on the streets as almost everyone lay asleep in their beds. Everyone except the Jordan family, they were all crowded in a small bedroom around a middle aged women, who lay on a cheap bed. The brunette woman crying and screaming as she held a death grip on her husband's hand—her husband attempted to soothe her, he whispered sweet nothings into her ear and encouraged her on. The cries of the woman was soon replaced by the cries of a baby which the midwife took to be cleaned and wrapped in a small rose pink blanket. "Mamma?" A small black haired boy asked timidly as he came out of the corner of the room.

"Yes, dear?" His mum replied in a weak voice.

"Can we call the baby Elizabeth?" The small child asked as he tip-toed towards his parents.

"Elizabeth, I like it." The woman smiled ruffling her son's hair.

Outside the bedroom window and stood next to a tree, a pair of twins was watching the family. "Elizabeth," the male tested the name on his tongue, "On your eighteenth year, I will be back for you. Until then il mio amore." Then in a flash the two twins were gone, leaving the oblivious family behind.

England 1770

England rarely ever had sunny days and even when it did it was still cold outside, meaning that the warm sun that was shining today was a surprise. Every child was outside playing, every father was outside working and every mother was outside cleaning or chatting away aimlessly. Elizabeth was in her garden sat on a log, she sat in amazement watching what she was doing—her eyes wide and alive. She needed to find her brother.

"Samuel, come you must see this!" She exclaimed once she had found him playing with two other boys and a few stones.

"What is it, Betsy?" he asked, waving goodbye to his friends and walking up to her. She didn't reply she just ran back to her garden as fast as her six year old legs could carry her. Her brother right behind her. She led her brother to the log she was sat on before and held out her hand, concentrating hard she slowly began to raise her hand. Her brother gasped as a small grey stone started to lift from the mossy earth into the air.

"She is coming of her powers, brother, we must inform Master Aro." A petite blonde girl said, she was one of the twins who was present at Elizabeth's birth. The brown-haired twin nodded before they both sped off in a speed no human is capable of.

England 1778

Today is Elizabeth's fourteenth birthday, it has been eight years since she had discovered her powers and each day she has been secretly practicing. She knew not to practice in public as she would be branded a witch—Elizabeth knew what they did to witches, she had even watched it happen. It was the worst night of her life: she was 10. Many people thought something was 'off' about her, there had been secret meetings deciding what they would do to her and when it will happen. You see Elizabeth grew up with bright red hair, vibrant green eyes and pale skin. This made her different and the town's people don't like different, thus they don't like her.

Elizabeth was currently in her back garden practicing a new trick to show her brother—who was now eighteen and married. She had her eyes shut and her hands held out like a bowl in front of her. Floating above her hands was a ball of water, Elizabeth smiled as she opened her eyes and moved her hands around in a circle causing the ball of water to spin on the spot. Suddenly she heard a twig snap, as she lost her concentration the water fell and splashed onto the floor. "She's a witch" Elizabeth heard a man exclaim as he came out from behind a tree where he watching the girl. Four other men came out and attempted to grab at Elizabeth which caused many sticks and stones to raise above the ground and shake. One of the men managed to get hold of Elizabeth causing her to scream, she thrashed around. Kicking and screaming. Her family soon came running out of the door to see what was happening, Elizabeth took this distraction as a chance to get free. She took off running through the woods. Elizabeth was never a good runner and she could feel her breath quickly running out, she was gasping for more air—she needed it. She felt a stinging in her legs and looked down to find many small cuts littering her ankles from where broken branches had scraped her. The chants of the men chasing her only seemed to get louder and all too soon she felt something hit the back of her head. Elizabeth then fell to the floor.

When she opened her eyes, her vision was blinded by a vibrant orange light. It took a while for her eyes to adjust but when they did she lowered her gaze in shame. Surrounding her was fire, burning hot fire waiting to swallow her whole, behind the fire, Elizabeth could only guess, was the town's people. She could her them shouting and cheering. 'Kill the witch.' They shouted. The stench of burning assaulted her nose and the rope rubbed against her skin leaving horrible red marks. As she breathed in she felt the smoke clogging up her windpipe and squeezing her lungs—causing her to gag and cough. This is the end she thought, I just wish I could move the fire—anywhere. Elizabeth inhaled deeply, ignoring the burning feeling it gave her, and shut her eyes. She thought of her mum, her dad and her brother. She hoped they will live a happy and successful life.

As the flames began to lick at her feet an ice cold hand grabbed her and pulled her away. The mysterious person picked her up and sped away—faster than the speed of light. Elizabeth felt something pierce at her neck and a soothing cold pain spread through her. The pain soon turned agonizing, as if her veins had turned into a hot rod. Is this what death feels like? All the liquid in her body froze—turned to ice by venom that was moving through her veins at a snail's pace, draining the life out of her. Days must have passed before the feeling of pain began to slowly numb away. The number the pain went the quicker her senses came back until suddenly her eyes open and she could see the world in a clearer way.

So I have decided to re-write 'Fallen' so it will be better and yes I have and I will change a few details here and there.