Chapter 1: Couldn't Forget
Edited: September 27, 2012
Alec stirred from his sleepless slumber, and he nearly growled at the fact that he couldn't sleep. He could only numb himself and close his eyes, pretending he was actually asleep. Jane sighed beside him, and she frowned at how pathetic the sight looked. An immortal, most importantly a Volturi, was pretending to be like a human. That fact was inexplicable, but then she remembered the date. Her mouth formed a grimace, and she hopped from her position on the balcony and onto the ground. She waltzed beside her brother and plopped herself on top of his platform.
"Anniversary," she whispered. He nodded solemnly.
"She died six hundred years ago," Alec started. "I know I should forget, but I can't. I can't forget all the support she gave me while I - we were still alive. Don't you remember, Jane? She stopped the locals for a while, even though they were persistent. I can't believe - I can't believe she died for us. She died before us because she tried to save us. I can't believe it. She would still be alive if it weren't for them. I - I can't forget someone as special as her."
"I understand," Jane said. "She was your fiancé."
Alec nodded, burying his head in his hands. Even after all this time, he couldn't forget; he didn't want to. She was too special.
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Derron grabbed her entire head and slammed her against the floor. She yelped and clutched her forearms with her palms. Trying to escape, she placed herself on all fours and dragged her nearly limp body across the room. He chuckled under his breath darkly and stalked, much like a predator, toward her. Grabbing her cheek, he turned her around and stepped on her ankle, making her whimper. She tried to claw her way out, but it did nothing, except bother him. He dragged her body, making sure her body scraped against the floorboards. Derron grasped her entire body with both hands and lifted her off the ground, making her face him. He shifted on his feet, meandering closer to the bay window. She looked at the window and nearly cried out. He was going to throw her.
Chest heaving with energy, he clutched her closely and placed his body, with his knees touching the cushion on the bay window, almost outside the window. He grinned maliciously at her, watching her as she cried silently to herself, and threw half her body out the window. Desperately, she threw herself on him, but it was too late; her body was slipping away, with only her feet positioned on the actual glass. Her tears obscured her eyesight, and she began to pray under her breath.
"Now you want me, don't you? I don't repulse you now!"
She whimpered as she felt burly droplets of blood sliding down her ankles and down her neck. Her fingertips glided toward the glass, and almost against her will, she gripped the glass with all her might.