A/N: This is my first fanfic. If you need any visual references to characters, I have it in my profile. The idea for this story came from the first moment I saw Cameron Bright play Alec in New Moon. After the movie I got this idea in my head. Who is this young sadistic vampire? Why is he the way he is? And most importantly WHO IS THIS CAMERON BRIGHT? Phew, sorry, fangirl moment. I really hope you enjoy this story.

As many authors, I like to write with music on. So from now on, I'll post a new song that I think relates to the chapter below. For this one it is: Broken by Lifehouse

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. SM owns.

A scream crammed my wind pipe and devoured all of the air that had once filled my burning lungs. Hair damp from sweat and constant turning hung in clumps in front of my eyes. My mind felt caught in-between dream and reality.

Suddenly I heard footsteps in the hallway. Moonlight from outside the window showed a dark figure looming in the door way. My brother stood there with a bat in hand and a sour look on his face. I tried to calm my breathing, only to realize I had been holding my breath all along.

"I would have thought the Mafia had broken in and taken you hostage," he answered, both sarcasm and bitterness crept into his tone.

"And you would have done so well to protect me with a tee-ball bat," I retorted back.

"Swing batter batter…" he chanted softly. I rolled my eyes. He has got to be the dorkiest brother alive…wait…no, he's-

But I was cut off because two sets of footsteps were heard through the walls of my bedroom. My eyes opened just enough to see my maid and my guardian a.k.a. my teacher were staring at me with worried looks. I slowly sat up and smiled as if everything was ok. I'd practiced that smile for seven years, and it'd never failed me.

I know he was dead. My brother, that is. He had been gone since I was nine and now I was sixteen. My dreams were the only things that kept him alive.

"The business world has no need for anything but drive and confidence. Nothing should get in the way of progress." Or so my mother told me. My definition: show weakness and you're dead. What brings down an empire like the one my mom had built from the ground up is emotional weakness.

Dad isn't in the picture because he left when I was just one, leaving Mom to fend for herself and two kids barely old enough to live without a father. My brother thinks that was when she became so ruthless and cold.

The very few trips to the office include passing employers with eyes of steel and faces as hard as stone. I don't think I've ever seen a smile in the times I've been there. That's where my brother comes in. Cameron, he was the sunshine of the family. All smiles and no worries. He and mom were like opposites. You couldn't go a day without a collision.

Cameron knew he wanted too much, but that didn't stop him. He would sneak me out after a fight with Mom. We would do stuff from concerts, to swimming in the lake, to sleeping under the stars where there were no lights to dim their brightness. Those were the days until the time Jason and Mom really went at each other.

I had come back form piano lessons early and snuck in through the back gate. It was Cameron's birthday and I had saved enough to get him something after lessons. As I approached the house, I heard screams and shouts and things being thrown. I quickly hid behind the well groomed rhododendron bushes until the back door opened suddenly. Cameron stood there wild eyed and as crazy as I had ever seen him. He stalked from the house and didn't even look back as my mom threw every possible piece of household paraphernalia out towards him. This was the biggest fight I had ever heard them get into.

Finally Mom realized he wasn't going to listen to her, so she slammed the back door. I heard the lock click; that was enough for me. Things can only get better from here because this has to be the worse there is.

I closed my eyes and reopened them after a few seconds thinking its ok. When I do, I saw the empty yard that once held my fuming brother, but now only holds a memory of a trip to Hades and back. I feel numb to the touch and crying would only make it worse. Waiting for him was the most excruciating pain that my heart has ever had to endure.

So I waited for him to return, to see him come back and take my hand so we could go off together and do something fun. Even if I knew it was only an illusion that masked the hurt. Hours passed and I slowly drifted into sleep. I did not dream though, only nightmares arose and never stopped.

The next day our groundskeeper found me curled up in a ball under the holly bush, clinging to his present with a death grip. He didn't even get to see his fifteenth birthday present.

After that I never stopped hoping that one day, he would come back. Then to our astonishment, three years later we found in the morning paper that he died in a car crash somewhere in England. To my amazement, Mom didn't even cry at the funeral with no body. The crash said that the fire burned most of the evidence before the police could navigate the winding roads of rural Berkshire. No, she just got colder.

Control freak that she was, she now wanted to make me one too, an exact copy of her. Maybe better since her version wasn't enough to save Cameron. Then it started: my transformation into a talking, properly programmed, and mannerly robot. Re-wired from the inside out.

Alec's POV

"You wrenched children! You'll wish you were dead when I get through with you!" a drunken man's voice screeched into the night. I grabbed my sister's delicate hand in mine. It was cold, cold to the very bones. We ran in between the houses and streets we knew all too well. I lifted her hand to my mouth just as we turned onto a street that branched off the road. I let my balmy and frantic breaths deplete the icy sensation coming off her small fingers. We would need them where we were going.

The bag of stolen goods hung dangerously close to slipping from my grip, so I reached up to slide the handles up my shoulder. Well, I guessed you couldn't really call them stolen. More like "reclaimed" goods.

"Alec, they're coming!" Jane whispered for my ears only. Her tone was panicked with fear rippling through every syllable. I was scared too, but I had to contain it. She needed me to be strong. Right then, my focus was on the horizon up ahead, where the last bits of golden sunlight were succumbing to the twilight. I looked to the ground to see a straight and smooth path, and then looked behind me. Jane was right. I could just make out the random flitters of light that bobbed and bounced as if on water. Torches; they were getting closer. I pulled Jane a little harder then necessary because she stumbled beside me. There was no time for apologies. They were getting closer. And the closer they got to us, the closer we were to certain death.

A violent cough resounded inside Jane's chest. She heaved and sputtered like a rusty old pipe. One violent spasm after another sent her lungs into a convulsion. I sent a sideways glance her way. One look was enough to tell me she couldn't go on like this. The only chance of escape now was to get to where HE had specified. The rendezvous point was just over the rocky outcroppings then down to the lake.

HE had given me a proposition too good to give up. Our choice: to betray the very people who had raised us or stay here where the very people who raised us had betray us. To the villagers we were the "Witch Twins" but to HIM we meant something. We were useful and had a reason for existing. He made what was once only a fool's dream a reality. In a world like this, you learned that hope was too frail to take for granted and that fear is what makes you weak. Therefore, no matter how desperate things may seem, you're only as strong as the bone that backs you up.

"Alec, something's wrong with your back," Jane said to me. Fear was slowly creeping into panic. I needed to keep her safe, and that meant I needed to keep her calm. I quickly reached with my free hand to my waist. Then, I probed along the soft fabric of my tunic up along my spine. The familiar holes and patches felt reassuring and also an astringent reminder of the people and their means of causing the very tears to unwind.

"Jane, I think you are imagining things. I don't have time to play games. We need to get to HIM." I was usually never stern with her; only when need be.

"But Alec, it's sticking out! No, no! We need to stop. Doesn't it hurt?"

"Jane-"

"I'm not going until you get it out." Why was she being so stubborn? I wasted no time in scooping her light body into my arms. She had warned me, but I hadn't listened. An acute throbbing hit the place in between my shoulder blades. Suddenly, Jane's little body was ten times heavier then it should have been. I dropped her down and kneeled on the ground, dragging my fingers along the soft pebbles of clay and limestone. Before Jane could turn to see my strained face, I numbed my body and sent a cold wave of mist around the punctured tissue. Then, as delicately as I could, I reached behind my back to feel the soft index feathers that lead to the long wooden shaft. The arrow that had hollowed itself in my back muscle easily slipped out and clattered alongside me. At the tip, blood tinted the pile point.

Damnit, I thought only to myself. They were rapidly approaching. Footsteps felt through the earth, vibrations of heavy feet. One, breath, one heartbeat, one blink and they had reached us. No hope was left for us now. My brain shut off all possibilities of elusion. I would not perjure myself into thinking like a fool.

What little moon light that shone, cast hard shadows on our pursuer's faces. Their expressions were hard and unforgiving. A man I supposed of average stature reached for Jane with grubby fingers, rubbed hard with dirt from the long day's work. Somewhere inside me, though I did not know where, I snarled, deep and low. They would not touch her; I would die ten fold before that would ever come to pass. Jane scurried behind me, whimpering with short, staccato sobs.

I may not have been a lot of things to people, but I was for a lifetime vow, Jane's protector, her only protector. She meant everything to me and I would not let them take that away from me. They had taken so much already. I lunged at the man with all of my strength. He was caught off guard and stumbled back a couple paces. He smelled of liquor and smoke. That meant he had been in the pub. The pub was the perfect place to find men too drunk for their own good, and willing to start a fight.

After the initial shock, his face contorted to that of resentment. The bystanders from the mob only stared in horror, shock, and then ominous grins. Too late and I had realized my mistake.

Oh crap.

Either the guy who had tried to touch my sister was a giant or the others were shrimps compared to him. At full height which I had not taken note of before he was well over a foot over the rest; around six foot five to be exact. This was trouble. Now his eyes were astute with the adrenaline that coursed through his veins. The mob gave way to allow room for him. He cracked his knuckles and made a move for me.

Weight crashed into my chest, and all of the air was inequitably taken from my lungs. My rib bones screamed in protest then snapped when they could not take anymore. The pain was there, but I took no account of it. I had more important matters to deal with. The muscles in my arms flexed out when I tried to get the large man off of me. Screams split through my ears making my back arc to see who it had come from. Among the screams was Jane's, and that was enough to get me the last bit of strength.

I rolled the man off of me and into the grass along the road. As I did though, a warm and wet liquid splashed face so I couldn't see. Dull thuds indiscriminately hit the ground around me. I used my tunic sleeve to wipe the fluid from my eyes. Red color had stained my shirt; it was bloods. My eyelids fluttered up and down a few times, and then when my vision cleared, I found myself in the middle of a circle of unmoving bodies.

"Jane!" I screamed, looking at my own risk at the lifeless bodies around me, checking to see if anyone of them might be hers. When she did not answer, I screamed it again into the night.

"Alec, I'm over here." Jane replied. I traced the small sound back to its body. Jane sat a few yards away from me. She was crying, her tears shone bright in the light of the moon. A sound like nothing else I had ever heard escaped from her lips. She wasn't crying, but laughing. She had not laughed in so long. Wait, no! I had never heard her laugh. Cackle after cackle sent shivers down my spine.

"Jane, what have you done?" I whispered a feeble attempt.

"Brother don't you see? These horrid men are dead. The night is young in its awakening. We are free to do as we please. No one will hurt us."

"You are mistaken, little child." A voice called from behind a cloak of darkness. One look in the eyes told me that the end was near.

"Jane?"

"Alec, I can't see. Who is it? Alec. Alec, Alec!

"Alec!" A voice cried waking me from my revere. Jane appeared in the marble door way as I once again was drawn back to the real world.

"They are coming. Be ready."

I just starred back at her crimson eyes, not giving any sign of moving from my spot.

"Then don't come. Make yourself part of the disgusting population of dust mites in here. How can you even stand it with all of the dust?" No response. Finally she gave up and added with a prissy Hrmph! "More for us."

I simply turned my head back to the window. Jane's footsteps faded as she went to the great hall. My memories, well more like jumbled images, were like the pieces to a puzzle that had stumped me for the past 426 years…or was it 427? Did it really matter? I was stuck in the body of an almost 17 year old. I had lost count over the past few decades anyway. Those eyes…the last person I ever saw before my memories stopped short had purple eyes. A light tint of violet pigments that faded to a gray towards the pupil. Who was this person? Why couldn't I remember anything after that moment so long ago?

I tortured my self with those questions everyday since I had changed. Sitting by the window in the library was the calmest place I could think of in this whole castle. There, I could sit in peace to sort out my problems. Who knew that the smell of leather bound books and fresh ink could be so relaxing. The place was practically my own. No one else bothered to disturb me there. Unless you were my sister, in that case Mi casa es su casa. She knew me better then anyone else, so she was right in that my thirst was taking over my sense of priority. With one last glance outside, I leaped off of the ledge and made my way down the immense halls and numerous doors.

The doors to the great hall swung open beside me as I strutted my way over beside my sister. The others were already there, waiting patiently for the next crop. For some the wait was too boring for them, so they collected groups of others to hope to strike a conversation about the same old stuff. The soft tinkle of voices filtered through the high ceilinged room with ease. For others, they stood as still as stone with faces of steel trying desperately to control the desire for blood. All went silent though when our accelerated sense of hearing caught the faint sounds of camera shutters and Heidi's cloud boots. Every muscle in my body tensed as I waited for the door to crack open.

A sliver of light spilled from the door way and in swarmed our meal. Our leader stood up to greet the purple eyed hunter.

"It seems you have gotten lucky this time," our leader said after he touched her hand to his, "There are enough for one each." The hunter simply smiled and gestured for us to come forward and claim our victims.

They attacked our group with the stealth of a predatory animal. Fangs were unsheathed and then made contact with delicate skin. The very smell of blood was enough to make me lose control. I wanted though to take my time. I felt that savoring the meal was the best way to experience the satisfaction afterwards.

I looked around for my target somewhere in the crowd. Only I couldn't find it. Every other had already found theirs and I was left with nothing. The burning in my throat could hold me back no longer. The animal inside overtook me. I lounged at the nearest human. Felix, the one who had originally claimed it, growled at me and ripped the body away. With my fangs dripping blood, I went to the next and next until most of the bodies were completely drained by the others before I could get anywhere near them. The only body with flowing red blood cells left was with Demitri. I wasted no time fighting my way between lifeless shells that were once humans over to Demitri. I attached my fangs into the sweet juice and started to refract it. Demitri however did not take light of my intrusion.

"Get off. This one's mine, get your own." Heidi had miscalculated in her gathering of the humans. I would talk to her later about this. I let go hesitantly and that was when I saw her. A beautiful face which kept those eyes. The eyes my memories had captured. I wanted them, more then anything in my entire existence. There was nothing that could get in the way now.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Don't be scared to review or give constructive criticism.