Jane and Alec were never twins. They were triplets. But their sister died centuries ago. Didn't she?
Alec's POV
There was screaming outside again, and I could smell the burning. Some-one was going to be burnt tonight. I prayed it would not be me, or my sisters. But somehow, I knew that it was. Three sets of twins had been burnt in the last month, accused of being the devil's spawn. We were triplets. If they were the devils spawn, then we were the devil re-incarnated. We had to be got rid of. The burning going stronger. They were heading for us. I ran out the back with my sisters, the heat from the torches and bonfires marring with the cold of December. The youngest of the three of us ran ahead, escaping their grasp. I saw her disappear up a tree. I followed. I reached down for Jane's hand. But it wasn't there. She was older than the two of us, but couldn't keep up. I jumped down from the safety of the tree, and tried to push her up the tree, but we were caught by the mob.
They couldn't find our sister, and we wouldn't tell them where she was. Our parents died when we were young, so we had cared for each other. We were all we had left. The flames licked at my feet while they asked where she was, but we couldn't, and wouldn't answer. We kept our silence until the flames caught onto Jane's skirt, "Alec!" she screamed, terrified. She may be the oldest but I was the male, I should be able to care for my sisters. I started pleading while the flames made their way up Jane's skirt; she was alternating between screaming and crying. Then the flames disappeared, along with the villages.
But one fire was replaced by another, fire in my veins. I could feel my body dying, and screamed along with my sister. My last human thought was of the sister we were leaving behind. Isabella.
Isabella's POV
I watched as my brother and sister were taken by the mob. I wanted to jump down and free them, but I was a fourteen year old girl, I couldn't take on all the men from the village. They weren't telling where I was, so it wouldn't do any good to sacrifice myself. As Jane started to scream, I realised they had lost interest in me, I made my way down from the tree. But I wasn't watching where I was going, I slipped and fell through the frozen lake. I would join my siblings in heaven.
Only minutes later I was pulled out the lake. I was freezing cold, more cold than I should be if I had been in for only minutes. Someone asked my name, "I…Bella." The person smiled.
"My name's Emily." I was confused. There was no Emily in my village, and anyway, Emily was a girl's name. She was wearing trousers, she couldn't be called Emily. I must have mis-heard. "We need to warm her up. Sam?" I was picked up, and faded into unconsciousness.
Jane's POV
The end of another day at Volterra. I looked into the mirror in mine and Alec's shared room, then at the third bed we'd insisted on having. Just because Isabella was dead, long dead, didn't mean we had to forget her. That night I lay in bed like almost every other night, drying sobbing for our sister in Alec's arms.
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