I was so frustrated! I walked down the hall, disregarding everyone and everything in my path until I reached the West Tower. I quickly climbed the ling spiral staircase until I was looking out of the small domed window that overlooked the entire city of Volterra. This was my place. The place where I could be me, with no one to judge, watch, or annoy me. No one came here, and I was grateful for that. After all, who would understand a mature woman trapped forever in the body of a thirteen year old?
No one.
Not even Alec, my twin brother whom I had confided everything for the last two-hundred years. Sure, I love him, but ever since he found Ezra he really hasn't spent that much time with me. But I wanted him to be happy, and if Ezra made him happy then I how could I possibly say anything against her?
Accept it Jane, I told myself, you're alone. My hands clenched into fists and I felt the ancient rock crumble to the floor as nothing more than dust.
"Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return."
I wondered why people were surprised that I was Christian. Granted, not many people knew… but still, the one's that did never understood. They assumed that it was because I was changed young and my mind wasn't capable of full maturity. They were wrong though, and I had proved it to them through…slightly painful ways. I smiled slightly; my talent was quite a 'spectacular gift' as Aro put it, but I was not sadistic.
Oh, there were so many misconceptions of Jane Volturi. That she was a sadist that used her gift on whomever she wanted to just because it made her happy. That she was Aro's secret lover. That she was just a whore in general. That she was only a child. And many more.
I sighed and sat on the edge of the stone cut-in window, knowing I would never fall. I drew my legs to my chest and rested my chin on my knee, looking out at the darkness that was slowly descending upon the city. I like night, it's my favorite part of a day. You can see the stars, it's quieter, and things are just more peaceful. I never understand why children are afraid of the dark; I never was when I was a child.
"Alec!" I hissed, jumping in through the small window to his bedroom.
"Eh? What?" Alec asked as I shook him awake.
"There's someone outside!" I whispered, pulling his hand so he would get up.
"How do you know?"
"I was taking a walk and I saw a man with a black cloak by our house and—" I hurriedly explained but he cut me off.
"You were taking a walk? Aren't girls afraid of the dark?" Alec asked.
"You act like you're so much older than me, and like I'm a wuss," I said angrily. "Now get up!"
"Ugh, Jane, if no one's there than I swear I'm gonna kill you," Alec muttered, getting up. I led him outside to where I had seen the man but there was nothing there. We circled the house, and again, there was nothing there. "Girls!" Alec murmured angrily as he went back to sleep.
"I know what I saw," I said indignantly before he was asleep and slipped back out the window. I ran away from our house, from Alec, from mother, from life. Little did I know that was the night I had 'met' Aro Volturi.
I opened my eyes and looked at the now dark city, knowing I had to go do my rounds around it. I straightened my legs and then jumped from the window. It was a rather nice fall, after all, it was a high window, and I landed lightly feeling refreshed.
I walked in the shadow of the wall that encircled Volterra, hoping no other members of the guard would find me, or worse, talk to me. I was by the main gate when Ezra caught up with me.
"Jane! Wait up!" She called, jumping over a few houses until she reached me and greeted me with a huge hug.
"Hey Ezra," I said, trying to sound pleasant.
"Isn't tonight just beautiful?" She asked, leaning against the stone wall and looking up at the glittering sky.
"Yeah," I agreed, glancing up at the sky. It's one of the few things that a vampire can't memorize perfectly. It's never the same, always new stars, new beginnings, but never the same.
"You know, Alec has been worried about you," Ezra said.
"Why's that?" I asked, walking again.
"He thinks that you're too alone, that you, well, need someone." Ezra and I walked in silence for awhile.
"He should mind his own business," I said coolly, but inside, I was angered. My brother could have his own fairytale ending, like the children in story books do, but I wouldn't. I never would. I thought he loved me, but he didn't…I know that now.
I took a deep breath and kept on walking, wishing that time would have meaning. Time passes, even when it seems like it doesn't…and how I wish times would change. I brought my cloak closer around me, but that only brought me his scent, and I didn't want that now, I wanted nothing to do with him. I would have flung my cloak off and burned it, but Jane Volturi would never do that, she is loyal to her master and would never do anything against him or his empire.
"Jane really, are you okay?" Ezra asked, concerned. Don't burn, don't burn, don't burn I chanted to myself as Ezra got on my last nerve. I was not sadistic, I was annoyed and I happened to have a powerful that had amazing result son silencing annoying people. Stop it, she makes Alec happy. You want Alec to be happy, right? Right. I tried to make myself believe my resolve, but it was only a halfhearted attempt.
"I'm fine, really. I'm just thinking, I like to think alone." Nice lie, Jane.
"You seem to be 'thinking' a lot lately," Ezra said. I had to calm myself down again before I replied…and even then, I realized I had nothing to say. Then, out of nowhere I blurted out the question.
"Ezra, do you love Alec? I mean, really love him?" Ezra stopped walking and turned to look at me, surprised.
"Yes…yes, I think I do. If that's what makes me feel like I'm human again, then I think so." I nodded,
"Good, Alec deserves someone good like you." If only I deserved someone…
"Er, thank you?" Ezra laughed uncertainly. I laughed dryly; I always had to keep up a mask, but who cared? I was indestructible Jane.
"Welcome," I whispered, though I doubt she heard.
I sped up and soon enough I was far away from her. Here, where I was alone I could take off my disguise and by the fragile and broken girl I am. I ran to the castle and quickly climbed to the roof. There was something empowering about being at the highest point of the city, but power wasn't what I was after. Power is what he wants, and as much as I hate to admit it, he has it. He has power over his empire, power over his brothers, power over me…and whoever can say they have the last of those truly is powerful.
As I lay atop the jagged and rough roof I felt the lightest drops of rain fall upon my upturned face. They were light, cold, wet kisses that reminded me of what it was like to cry, simply because it felt so good, so natural, so human. I felt my hands ball into tiny fists and parts of the roof pulverize.
The rain did wondrous things to my body, which partly wasn't even my body anymore, but his too, the cold embrace from the sky made me feel clean again.
"Please Lord, forgive me," I murmured, thinking of all the lies, the hate, the bitterness that lay within me, but I could not ask for myself to forgive him, nothing could change my hate for him. Lord, forgive me for that too.
Was there anything I did right, anymore?
(A/N: So this is my first Jane/Aro story (however sick, twisted, and angsty it may be.) Please review and tell me what you thought. Please.)