Author's Note: Here's chapter two. It's shorter. Definitely not the twenty-five hundred of the first. This was also written in about five minutes flat, so it's not way too great. I'm working on the next now though! Jane is a little OOC through the whole story. Oh, and I have a contest. It's posted somewhere on the site in the Twilight section. Or just go on my profile and find it. Guess what it's called. "Twilight Contest". Such a creative name, I know. Green means go! The review button is green! So go review! Keep writing (and reading)! Peace!

~Eyes

I Live to Torture

That perverted vampire had lost any chances with me. He must've known, after knowing me for hundreds of years, you do not joke, much less attempt to, around me. Or aimed at me, for that matter. I was now strong enough to feed for myself, so I quickly ran down and drained a few humans. They didn't seem as appetizing as before, for some reason. Weird. I hurried back up to my room, trying to avoid attention, especially from Aro. I really didn't want him to see every moment from last night. Not the best memory. Just as I'd hoped, I made it back to my room unnoticed. I grabbed my iPod, and a tattered copy of Dracula. I just found it so funny to see all the misconceptions the humans came up with. Of course, most weren't too far off the mark. I mean, we don't go in the sunlight often, if at all. We drink blood, that was an obvious one. And then the physical traits, pale skin, etc, etc. We didn't have fangs though, nor did we fear garlic. Ooh, a strange, onion-like vegetable. I'm trembling I'm so afraid. They also think we sleep in coffins. What's up with that? I mean, we don't sleep at all, but if we did, why would it be in coffins? Seriously, humans had such low intellect. Although it might be kind of cool to turn into a bat. That would be just awesome. I wonder if our fur would sparkle? Or if we'd end up looking like Nosferatu.

A loud knock on my door took me out of my little daydream.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Me," Demetri's voice called. I frowned at the sound.

"Go away," I told him. He didn't listen. The door creaked, and he stepped over to my bed.

"Jane, I'm sor-"

"Give it up. You and your perverted sense of humor aren't permitted in this room any longer. Out," I said, pointing to the door.

"Ja-"

"Out!" He looked determined to stay. He walked over to the chair in front of my desk, and sat there, arms crossed. Very bad idea, Demetri, very bad. I snickered, and gave him the smallest dose of my power he'd ever witnessed. I saw his face cringe in pain, and his hands were now clutching the sides of the chair. I smiled in victory. When I ceased the attack, he was panting in relief.

"Out," I repeated. Still panting, he gave me a hurt, maybe disappointed look, and left wordlessly. I couldn't get his sad face out of my mind now. What had I done? First, I fall in love. Number one on the "Things Jane Refuses to Do" list. Then, I totally reject him, and don't let him apologize. I was more of a monster than I thought possible. That should've made me happy. I loved to hate. But it didn't. I had lost most of my sense of any sort of dislike since he came. Once again, a knock at my door interrupted my thoughts.

"Demetri, I told you, stay out!" I said. He was getting annoying.

"Jane, it's Felix, not Demetri," Felix said. I instantly regretted snapping at him.

"Oh. Come in," I said. How much dumber could I sound?

"Aro says he has a mission for you," he finished, then got up and left. I groaned, but walked out to Aro's study. I hoped he hadn't heard about last night yet.

"Jane, come in," Aro said, right as my hand was reaching for the doorknob. I swung it open, and sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. Demetri, sadly, was in the other.

"I have a task for the two of you. I just need someone to go check up on the Cullens," he said. My eyes bulged in shock as he continued, "It is Carlisle's wedding anniversary soon, I need you to deliver my gift. You'll be staying for about one week." I was appalled. He was sending me to the Cullens. Was Demetri, who shouldn't be coming with me anyway, supposed to be my defense? I didn't want to go if they had a shield. I hated shields. I hadn't realized, that Aro had reached out and read my thoughts. Dammit!

"You two will leave tonight, I already have your flight tickets," he said, dismissing us. He pulled me back to speak though.

"Jane, I saw your thoughts. If Demetri did anyth-"

"Aro, please don't waste your time. I'm fine, and he's a valuable member to the Guard. I'll be fine," I told him, no matter how much I really wanted him to just go off and burn Demetri at the stake. Aro nodded in understanding, and I left the room to pack. Halfway down the hall from my room, he came up behind me and tossed me over his shoulder. I punched and kicked, but he didn't let me down.

"Put me down, dammit Demetri! Now!" I yelled, but he just kept walking, until he stopped in my room. I was thrown onto the bed, and he stood with his arms crossed.

"What the hell do you want?" I snapped. He narrowed his eyes.

"You obviously won't let me speak unless I force you. So you're gonna sit here, and listen," he demanded. I ignored the request, and pulled my headphones on over my hair. He quickly pulled them back off, and tossed them onto my desk.

"Can you just leave me here to pack, in peace? I'd rather go on this trip with Felix, and you know just how annoying he is. Out," I said. He didn't listen.

"You never set any limits, Jane. You couldn't expect me to know how far you were prepared to go, or how fast you would be. This isn't completely my fault." Not his fault? Not his fault? Even after the whole brother yelling at sister's boyfriend about limits, it was my fault? I just rolled my eyes. I decided not to talk to him until I was forced to. I walked to my closet, and began stuffing clothes in a duffel bag. He didn't take that as an acceptable answer.

"Jane, don't ignore me like that. You know as well as I do that I really am sorry. Give up the act, because I'm not buying it." He was completely right, of course. But when was he ever wrong? Without turning around, I answered what he wanted.

"Okay, Demetri. I accept your apology. Doesn't mean I want you back," I said. I zipped up my bag, and turned to leave. He was directly behind me, lowered to my height.

"You sure about that?"