JANE'S POV

The blood on the walls dripped onto the floors and flowed like a river towards me. The blood on my pale, naked body was all over, making my blonde hair a sickly red color.

There screams echoed in my head. I pressed my hands against my ears, whimpering at the sounds. No matter what I did though I couldn't block them out.

Images of fires, blood and decapitated beings flashed through my mind.

People screamed as I looked at them. My hands shook in terror.

What the hell did they do to me? I told them I just wanted to help people. That I wanted to leave with Alec, Eleazear and Carmen. But then a woman appeared and for some reason I stayed.

I didn't want to leave. I loved them too much to leave. There milky red ruby eyes haunted me. I was thankful they saved me and Alec but I hated that they used us.

Especially Alec. He would have joined because I did. He became a monster so he could stay with me. Just like he promised when we were put at the stake and the flames were starting to burn at our ankles.

Father, Angelo and everyone else in town were clapping and cheering. They thought they had gotten rid of the evil in the town. They were wrong. Aro, Cauis, Marcus, Eleazear, Felix and Demetri saved us and turned us.

They killed most of the village people but they saved dad, Angelo and a few other survivors that I knew alive for us. We were thirsty and crazed. Without thinking we killed them.

Angelo came back though. When he first came back I was happy and then Alec started going weird again. When we came back from Forks he stopped talking to me and grew distant it wasn't until Gianna died he started being himself again. But then Angelo joined and things got worse.

I cried at the thoughts of our death. How dad cut my long curly hair, raped me and left me in that damp basement with that sickly burning tar over my eyes.

Alec stayed with me, his own body battered from Angelo and Dad's rage. His hands had been stuck together with the burning tar.

"Are you okay?" A voice asked me. I jumped in alarm, forgetting I was nude, to see Cynthia standing there.

She looked away as I quickly grabbed my clothes and put them on.

"I'm okay," I lied.

"You sure? I heard you crying," Cynthia replied, unconvinced.

I was about to say something but the broken gasps and tearless sobs I had been holding in broke out.

Cynthia's expression softened and she clicked her tongue, "Rachelle told me what happened. Come hang out with me for awhile."

Surprised I nodded and followed her.