Rosalie's POV

"My mother had always told us that we were born into magic. We used to take it as some sort of joke." Jo looked down. "We didn't know how true it was."

"My twin and I were born in Texas in 1843." Jasper began. "We were told that our mother was in agony for 34 hours because we were reluctant to come out." He abruptly grinned at Jo. She grinned back.

"We had purplish eyes when we were born- like an amethyst. Our mother said they would turn purplish blue and would fleck with gold later, like hers. It happened when we were about 6. We were so excited when we woke up and our eyes were flecked with gold. They were beautiful. Those were one of the things I regretted leaving behind.

"Our mother was strangely excited too. We didn't understand it. Then it started." Jasper dropped off and Jo continued.

"We would get upset or angry and pencils would roll if the table and cups would fall to the floor. The gold flecks would overtake our eyes and our irises would be ringed with black. It was very eerie. We always kept to ourselves-we weren't very sociable. Naturally people watched us. We didn't mind. We just drew closer to each other."

"It began to ascend. When someone was stupid enough to cross us, something bad would happen to the person. We had a few friends, despite our coldness. Whenever we thought of them, we would be told their family had gotten a lot of money from a dead relative or won a hopeless court case. We just blew it all of. Coincidences. Uncommon ones, but we didn't bother ourselves about it any further.

"Then one day it blew up."

Jasper continued where Jo stopped.

"A particularly devoted hater, William Sullivan, decided it would be funny to cause some trouble. We loved animals, see, and spent more time with our horses, dogs and birds then anything else. We became livid when anyone upset them. Rather silly, but we couldn't help it." He paused, cocked his head, then went on. "We felt as tied to them as we did to each other. Whatever it was that went through his head, I don't know, but he thought he would throw stones at darling Clover, our spaniel. He broke her leg. Immediately the bone snapped, we just...knew our dog was hurt. And we weren't happy at all."

My head automatically turned to Jo. I'd gotten used to their turn by turn format of speaking. That displeased me for a reason. I shook my head as if to clear my thoughts as she began to speak.

"Once he realized he'd hurt our dog, he ran away. I felt angry. Livid. Murderous rage racked my body. I could barely stand due to it. A small part of my mind registered that we were overreacting over a broken bone, but it was overshadowed by the much larger part that wanted to make William pay dearly. All of a sudden, I felt like I could do anything. I looked at my twin, and saw his eyes were gold, ringed with black. I knew mine were the same way. A rational part said this shouldn't be possible, but I felt like I was flying. In my minds eye, I was watching William from above. He was nearing a cliff. Without descending, I reached out...and pushed him over."