Jane Volturi

I think about it a lot.

Me and my brother.

Though we don't want to.

The memory is so hazy.

So old.

For everyone except of us.

They put ropes around us.

They burned us.

They cheered.

I couldn't take revenge.

Because I couldn't control my gift at the stake.

I was a harmless, fragile, weak human.

I don't think about it anymore and I thank him.

I thank Master Aro.

I thank him because he saved my life, for the family he gave me.