Eleazar's POV
The first time I saw them was when they were just children, nothing less and nothing more there was no bloodlust in them no indication of what they would become just children.
"Eleazar" Aro said he didn't have to say another word I knew what I had to do, I step forward in the direction of them they were clinging onto each other terrified in the corner they looked like each other both had a mop of messy brown hair and their green eyes sparkled with fear the boy whimpered as I lifted my hand to touch his sisters face, I saw burning torture, fire, people screaming and her enjoying it. I shuddered at the thought and moved on to the boy here I saw mist, people lying motionless on the floor not even twitching then I saw the guard with the boy in the middle by his sister smiling I shuddered again stepping back this time.
"Eleazar" Aro repeated I turned to face him I nodded… the signal
"What are names children?" Aro asked them
"Alec" The boy replied
"Jane" The girl told Aro confidently like she was trying to hide the true fear in her eyes. Aro turned to me and grinned I forced a smile.
3 years later…
The smoke was suffocating, the flames were stinging my hands as I reached for them behind me people were screaming in fear and agony as my family was let loose something inside me was enjoying listening to them, enjoying the way the tables had turned and now the hunters were being hunted. A child's screams rang in my ears "Stay focused Eleazar" I told myself I was blinded by the smoke then a child's body fell into my arms I quickly pulled the broken body out of the flames it was the little girl Jane but the sparkle in her eye had gone now its was just deathly black, there was no childlike innocence left in her now. As I carried the limp body I heard Felix shout "I've got the boy!" as I dragged Jane towards Aro I whispered in her ear "Don't worry you will be fine" as I handed her to Aro I thought I heard the tiniest whisper "Thank you" I felt Aro's cold hands touch mine as I let Jane go as I turned around to the destruction of the village and the mangled bodies of the villagers I heard a child's scream in agony, a scream signalling the death of childhood.