Chapter 2
I'll jump ahead a few years, as I don't know enough of the minor events of my human life. They came for us one night – the witch hunter and his gang of followers. I think it was probably a though which had been at the back of our minds for a long time. Something about myself and Alec scared the others and only our aunt could bare to be near us.
Our aunt died in the flames before us, a few months before – they took her one day, we were playing in the forest together, Aro said he never had seen two such like us – so alike but so opposite. We heard the crowds at first, the hunts had become so much rarer now – and normally they wouldn't bother us, we would watch though. We ran to the village where the pyre was, a permanent feature – to scare off those who played with the devil. It wasn't shock that I felt – it is hard to describe, because then I saw things through a glazed eyes with a child's raw emotions. Our aunt burned at the stake – her crimes unknown – to us anyway, although we knew it was through association with us – protecting us. Now I know the truth – they needed her out of the way so they could get at us. My aunt screamed out – at what I don't know – maybe the pain of it all.
But her screams soon faded before the fire struck – I took Alec's hand, and turned to face him, he had a sheer look of concentration upon his face as he faced the flames. I turned back – I didn't hold any sadness but anger – the anger boiled in my veins. I looked towards the crowds and gripped Alec's hand, letting my anger overwhelm me – concentrating wishing them pain. The crowd's chants turned to painful screams – everyone around us. Alec's concentration on the flames broke and he looked towards me, I knew what he was thinking – it's over now.
