I originally wrote the first chapter in this story because I was bored and had just finished New Moon. But then I started thinking about it and I really wanted to explore Jane as a character, especially because so few people write about her and I can play around with her a little more. Enjoy! (And please review!)

Had I really been so childish? So weak? Disgusting.' Jane threw the charred and tattered diary down onto my bed with one last look of annoyance.Those were not days she wanted to remember.

Seething with self-annoyance, she stood snatching her cloak off of its hook as she stalked out the door of her chambers. The halls of the Volturi castle were empty, except for the occasional human servant. Jane walked slowly, savoring the scent of their fear as they caught the murderous look on her normally dead face.

Still writhing with her own self hatred she flipped up the hood of her cloak and padded slightly out of the castle, into the busy streets of Volterra. The city buzzed around her in its normal afternoon rush, blissfully unaware of the angry vampire stalking in its shadows.

Jane wasn't really sure where she was going at the moment. She only knew that she needed to get away from the cold stone halls of the castle, and get a hold on her dangerous emotions. Emotions were something she didn't like to have. They were a sign of weakness, and Jane wasn't weak. 'Get a hold of yourself!" she snarled mentally, weaving, unnoticed, through crowds of pedestrians. She turned into an alley, wrinkling her nose at the bitter smell of human waste, and found herself at one of the great stone walls that boarded the city. With an exasperated sigh she leaned against the wall, and sank down, placing her head on her knees in a very un-Jane-like motion. She closed her eyes, and began locking away her anger, her sadness, and along with them, her weakness.

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The pain, the fire, it washed away everything. Every thought, every sense of being, every memory. The townspeople must have been right: she was a witch and now she was burning in hell for it. Her agony-plagued mind could think of no other explanation for the liquid fire that pulsed through her veins. Distantly she heard voices speaking, but she could no sense of their worlds.

"Damn them!" Snarled a mans' voice, soft and whispery despite the fact he was yelling, "The thrice damned fools!"

"Aro! Calm yourself! There is nothing that can be done about it now. I know we wanted to wait to change them, but they would have died had we not changed them now."

"Do you think that I do not realize that, Caius?!" Spat Aro, his voice thick with anger. "But I am worried about what the repercussions might be of changing them this young. They are nine years old for gods' sake!"

Jane didn't understand the men's argument. Were they talking about her brother and her? And if so, what change? The pain was lessening slowly, allowing her to think more clearly.

"I understand your concerns, Aro, but they are intelligent, resilient children. They will cope." Caius said a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"I'm sure the boy will", Aro sighed, exasperated, "it is the girl I worry about. She's not quite so….tough."

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Jane stood watching the other Volturi members as they strolled lazily about the turret, full after the consuming Heidi's' latest catch. Her angelic face was back to its normal dead, bored looking apathy. In fact she was bored. Nothing interesting had happened in months. No rouge vampires, or territorial disputes. Absolutely nothing. She sighed, causing Alec to glance over at her, a questioning look on his face. She shook her head at him, to show him nothing was wrong, and he turned his attention back to a conversation Aro was attempting to have with Marcus. Marcus as usual seemed less than interested in the world around him.

Suddenly Caius's', who was the closest to the entrance, head jerked up and he turned toward the door a frown on his pale features. Seconds later Jane caught a whiff of what had surprised Caius: an unfamiliar vampire's scent. Aro frowned too for a moment, before a smile suddenly lit up his features. He strolled forward, beckoning to Caius, and whispered something intelligible in the white haired vampires' ear. Caius nodded, and then they both turned back to the door.

The door opened, reveling an uncharacteristically frowning Gianna, and an unfamiliar bronze haired male vampire. The male vampire was, like the rest of their kind, beautiful, with alabaster skin and perfect features. But his eyes made Jane stiffen. They were gold, instead of the usual burgundy or bright red. Gold? Had she ever seen gold eyes before? Yes she had: Carlisle the vampire who refused to drink human blood.

The golden-eyed vampire walked straight towards Aro stopping only a few feet in front of him. His face, though it was obvious that his tried to hide it, was contorted in pain. Jane felt a spark of amusement. His face held the same look that she normally only saw on the faces of those whom she tortured.

For a moment he seemed to struggle with his words. Then an odd look replaced his agony. Determination and …. relief maybe? Jane mentally frowned: she hated not being able to place and emotion.

His next words came out strong and sure, more like a demand than a request. "You are Aro no? I am Edward, a member of the Cullen coven, and I have come to ask you a great favor."

Aros' eyebrows raised in surprise at his tone. "Well Edward, it is a pleasure to have any friend of Carlisle amongst us. And what might this favor be?"

The look of determination on his face hardened. "Aro I would like you to kill me."