Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer, therefore I do not own Twilight.

Summary: A drabble concerning the Volturi Twins, Jane and Alec. Possibly part of a series.

A/N: This has been wandering around in my head for a while, and I thought it was time to get it out. Next will probably be the Brothers or the Wives. Constructive Criticism and reviews are welcome. Flames are not.

THE TWINS

We are called the Witch Twins, both in this life and in the one previous. For our powers, we are hated and feared by all, second only to the Triumvate of the Volturi Brothers.

Even as children, things happened around up. Little things, like an apple falling from a tree if we were hungry, but enough for people to eventually take notice. Soon, we were blamed for anything that went wrong, even things that couldn't possibly be our fault.

So they burned us at the stake.

When a bully hurt Jane, Alec shouted for him to leave his sister alone. The bully shoved Alec into the dirt and walked away, laughing, only to trip over a fallen stick and break his leg.

We were instantly arrested for witchcraft. A loose nail in the wall let us out of the jailhouse, but they had posted guards as well, and decided to forego the trial before we could escape. We had no chance to plead our innocence, and they condemned us to die by fire, in the hope that we could be cleansed.

The flames brought pain like nothing we had ever experienced. Alec wished with all his might that he was able to shield his sister from the flames. Jane wanted nothing more than to make their accusers suffer the same pain that they were now causing her brother.

Suddenly, the fire was gone. We were in the woods, far from the stake in the town square, and a woman with golden hair and skin that sparkled like ice crystals in the first winter frost was leaning over us, claiming that everything would be all right soon. We thought that we were in Heaven, but then the fire returned, burning hotter than ever before, and we were consumed.

After what we were told was three days, the burning receded, until it was only in our throats, as we thirsted for something that no amount of water could quench.

It was quenched only by blood, and those who tried to take our lives in turn fed us with their own.

Now, we are the most treasured of the Volturi Guard, and Lord Aro treats us like his own children. Those who have done wrong fear us and we are powerful.

No one will ever hurt us again.

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