Alec and Jane had ended up connecting to another airplane, one that didn't hold more than 20 people on its flight, and landed without delay on the small island. They had made an attempt to see the pilot off, but it seemed he was either spooked by he and Jane, or something else; he guessed the latter. With their bags left in the capable confines of a locker at the small landing area in the tiny airport, with plenty of complaining on Jane's part, they made their way throughout a town that was nearly deserted of any life, and nearly instantly felt highly aware of a tension that warned of something major haunting every corner. "It's quiet." Alec stated in a low voice toward his blonde twin.

"Too quiet." Jane agreed in a monotone note that didn't waver as they walked along the streets; heading for the direction of the only scent that wasn't anywhere close to human. Yet, when they looked down the small cliff from which they stood, Alec became able to see motion somewhere close, and, after a short couple of seconds of sharing a knowing look with his twin, they moved.

They made their way down the cliff and towards the beach with ghost-like silence as both twins continued looking at the small gathering of figures, of which only one seemed to be animated. Of course, Jane didn't waste any time before she allowed her gift to expand and torture the moving woman, whose actions with the frozen figures, statues that Alec realized were deceased impaled humans, stopped abruptly to let out a pain-filled yelp; leaving her work forgotten while her knees met the ground. The two watched as the short haired girl tried making herself smaller, as if that alone would make the horrendous pain go away. "Stop!" She yelled desperately as her naturally red eyes searched for what could possibly be causing her torture.

They made their way towards the screaming woman on the floor, her cries of anguish caused Alec's lips to curl into a tempting smirk. Jane's gift on the woman was working splendidly; the cries only made the situation the more sweet for the twins; whomever had said one could not enjoy one's work? "Looks like someone's been a bad girl." Alec chanted with the omnipresent smirk. He shared a look with Jane, and walked ahead of her to pull the screaming woman upwards from the ground; flinching for a short second, without letting go, when the woman's skin jolted him for the shortest moment. His brows creased together as he looked back toward Jane, yet, when he chose to look back at the woman who had so suddenly stopped screaming, he felt his eyes widening in surprise as he witnessed the once perfectly feminine features of the person he held, changing and shifting right in front of him until he was looking right at a perfect mirror of himself. "Dio..." He whispered lowly, only a couple of seconds before the perfect clone, still in his firm grasp, decided to speak too. "You don't want to do this." Alec's own voice said back at him, and as if in perfect repulsion, Alec quickly let go of the shifted person only long enough for him to speed to his sister and expand his own power toward the once screaming subject; a dark cloud misted around his double, a spark of fear winding its way around Alec as he spoke in a hushed voice toward Jane. "What are your thoughts, sister?" He allowed Jane a break in her powers to speak to him, as he flopped his double's pain for complete and total nothingness.

"This is peculiar." Jane confided as she stared at the perfect copy of her brother sitting with a bewildered expression on the ground, knowing that the mind of the once-girl was probably faded with confusion at the means in which she could possibly think she was most likely dead.

"Quite different. Nothing I've ever seen before." Alec agreed as he nodded and looked away from the spit image of himself on the ground and toward his sister once again.

"We should take her to Aro." Jane's crimson optics finally danced away from the double, forcing herself to look straight at the original life version of her brother. "I am sure he would appreciate a brand new toy. We'll let him choose her..." Jane paused for a second while she looked back at the shifted subject on the ground; could she really call it a woman? It had been a few moments ago... "...it's fate." She finally finished.

The real Alec nodded and followed his sister's eyes to look at his double, taking in an unneeded breath before he tugged his vicious cloud away from the person on the floor, only enough for it to have its senses back, but close enough that Alec could use it again in a moment's notice. "Who are you?" He started. "And don't tell lies; the Volturi don't appreciate liars."

Jane watched as the other Alec looked confusedly around him, and his eyes switched toward her brother, while in a slightly shaken voice he spoke. "Volturi? Who are you?" Jane's brows shot upwards in disbelief at the double's words. "How did you...?" The double stood up as quickly as he could, which looked a little slow compared to the normal speed vampires could move in; still dumbfounded, Jane looked at Alec, who had chosen that moment to share a look with her too. Clearly both twins were slightly confused, for every undead being should be aware of the existence of the Volturi.

"We were sent here to clean up your mess." The real Alec finally said as his eyes shifted toward the man in front of him. "But I think it would be in your best interest to come with us instead. That is, if you wish to live." Alec paused for a moment while his eyes studied the complete figure of his double; his head tilting slightly to the side almost in deception. He truly wished to kill anyone who dared wear his face to confront him. "And I would advise you... shift into your own body."

The double's eyes shifted from Alec to Jane for a moment, but slowly it's features started changing again, slowly transforming into the short haired woman that the twins had first encountered when they approached the beach. The woman's eyes studied Alec for a moment, knowing full well that she had not managed to survive for as long as she had only to be killed by that... child. "Where are we going then?" She said in a voice that made Jane smirk for the way it's tone pretended to hide the fear behind it.

"Italy." Alec answered her with a smirk that mirrored Jane's. "And, of course," he continued, "I think you know what will happen if you try to run." He allowed his cloud of nothingness to blanket the woman's sides, just enough to give her a reminder of what she had felt, before reeling it in and ghosting forward to catch the woman's arm.

Her brow furrowed as Alec's words warned her, yet she couldn't understand what he meant; at least until she started to be unable to feel a thing on her hand and arm. And the frown disappeared into what looked to Alec like a desperate look that only made him let out an amused wave of satisfied laughter when he saw the woman realise what had happened.

But to her, at that very moment, as she realised that the reason she had felt such an incredible numbness had been because of him, Alec suddenly stopped looking like just a child.

To Be Continued.