Fire surrounded his body, the scorching flames engulfing the small boy's frame, black smoke hiding him from the sightseers who stood there in watch. Beside him a girl screamed at the top of her lungs, begging for help that would never come. The boy, on the other hand, remained silent. He had nothing to say, nothing to worry about. They'd be dead in a couple of minutes anyway, why would he give the monsters the satisfaction of hearing his screams. He didn't think of revenge, he didn't think of his reasons for being burned or the fact that he was being burned.
Eyes tightly shut; he focused on dimming his senses. If he couldn't see the flames, they weren't there. If he could numb the pain somehow, then there simply would be no pain. Blocking out the noises of the screams and flames weren't too difficult, though still not the easiest for a small boy to control. The taste and smell were the hardest, he was unsure if he could get that part down. The smoke filled his lungs and made it difficult to breathe, the taste of charcoal in his dry mouth and smell of burning objects, combined with flesh, was difficult to ignore. Suddenly he heard more screams in union, items breaking, orders barking to whoever was listening. His eyes closed tighter, trying to focus on the peace he had almost obtained. The feeling of his body being burned alive came rushing back, a new wave of smoke forcing its way into his mouth as his own screams began to echo around him. He was going to die, and it was painful...
Alec quickly blinked the memory away, turning his back away from the window as the sun began to shine on his back. Centuries had passed since the last time he watched the sun rise, and now he remembered why. Sighing in slight annoyance, he swatted at the curtain and walked swiftly down the long hallway that led to his room. The walls were old, covered in a mixture of stone and marble, sketched into with various designs. Small statues that held a small flame, the only source of light, were lined up in various hallways, also carved with the same marble or stone material that covered the inside walls. No pictures hung, no decorations filled the halls. It all looked the same, minus the small name etched near any door, indicating which room was which.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway as the only sound audible then suddenly stopped. He turned a complete ninety degrees and stopped, his eyes on the simple, carved in word; 'Alec.' Sighing, he opened the marble-like door, and slipped into his room, quickly shutting it behind him in complete silence. His eyes slowly scanned around the slightly large room. It was fairly simple, the walls painted a faint blue with no pictures of himself nor of any other resident in the home. A simple king sized bed lay on the far left side of the room, a dresser, a nightstand with a complementary lamp, and a small refrigerator nestled inside the walk in closet.
His footsteps led him to the inside of his walk-in closet, his eyes scanning over the small amount of clothes he actually had. He saw no purpose of his room to be the size it was with such little that he could claim as his own, but Aro had insisted that it was a room he deserved, a room he had earned; so he took it gracefully. Eyes landing on the miniature fridge now nestled safely in front of him, he crouched down, opening the small door and pulling out a normal sized plastic bottle that had previously held water. Now, however, a thick, red-like liquid rested inside the bottle in his hand.
Rising to his feet, he turned and shut the door with the back of his foot, unscrewing the small cap and taking a swift chug of the contents. His nose instantly scrunched, a grunt slipping out between his lips at the taste. He hated drinking from the bottle instead of straight from a mere human vein, but it wasn't his job to fetch food, it was Heidi's. It wasn't that he was starving, he was just impatient.
Placing the cap securely back onto the bottle, he tossed it onto his bed and quickly followed after it, landing on the comforter before the small container had. He rolled onto his back and absentmindedly folded his arms behind his head. A quiet sigh slipped between his lips, his mind trailing off to his flash back of earlier that morning. His body betrayed him by shuddering at the images, but luckily no one was nearby to see his weakness. 'Not like someone would ask about it.' He thought truthfully. It wasn't normal for someone to ask about ones feelings out in the open. That would point out a possible weakness and too much of a weakness, a difficult weakness to overcome, could get a person replaced. Alec wouldn't have to worry about being replaced however. He was irreplaceable, rare, plus his sister would also be lost and that was something no one would dare tamper with.
"The witch twins." He grumbled to himself. "Oh no. You do not wish to miss with them." At his words, almost like clockwork, his door opened without a single noise, a single indication that anyone had even been near his room to begin with. His eyes were now shut, his head slightly shaking as he made simple "tsk" noises at the intruder.
"Now Jane, it is impolite to just come barging into ones room. Especially when it is clear that said person does not wish to be bothered."
Jane was Alec's twin sister and one of the most feared house members throughout the world. He could picture her perfectly in his mind, her blonde hair in a secure bun to keep it from her angelic-like face. She would be in her work clothes, just as he was; a dark grey cloak with the hood lowered onto her shoulders, simple black heels covering her feet, and a smoky eye shadow to pull it all together. Anyone who saw even a slight glimpse of her would know who it was precisely. She was simply someone people heard about.
"I would never dream of bothering you, dear brother. However, Aro would. You are needed for execution." He heard her say, before disappearing out of the room. His eyes opened, his body slowly sitting up. He glanced around his room quickly, the place looking the exact same as if he had just dreamed his sister's presence. However that was impossible.
Rising to his feet, he slipped out of his room and back down the hallway in the direction he had came from previously at a normal pace. He made a sharp turn to the right and walked to a large, prehistoric looking staircase, descending down them calmly and continuing on his way until he reached a pair of large, marble doors. To any normal person or visitor, the small sketchings engraved into squares on each door just seemed like part of the overall, historic story, but those who lived in the home knew otherwise. He shook his head and pushed open the doors, knowing everyone was patiently waiting for him. Once again he was lucky that he was irreplaceable, valuable.