I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA.
A/N: Hey guys! So I just want to tell you that, for my story, Alec and Jane will be portrayed by the people who play them in the movies. So Alec will look like Cameron Bright and Jane will look like Dakota Fanning. And, since you guys know that Cameron looks older than 13 years old, I'm going to make it so that Alec and Jane were turned when they were eighteen years old.
Max's P.O.V.
A few days later I finally get the nerve to go and speak to Alec. But I practically have to force myself to walk up to him in the main room where most of Aro's "meetings" happen. I stay hidden in the hallway, but am able to see him with his back to me, talking to his sister. I bite my lip as I convince myself to start walking. I walk over to him slowly, and I know that he knows that I'm coming. He keeps his back straight and stiff, he looks like a statue. When I get to him, I stand behind him with my arms folded across my chest, waiting for him to turn around. I look him over for a minute as I decide what to do. He's fairly good looking with dark brown hair that kind of sweeps to one side, and a good build. After a minute with him still not turning around, I decide to speak.
"Alec I think we need to talk," I say softly. I'm not even pissed off at him anymore, but for some reason I just want to get to know him. I kind of feel drawn to him or something. After an eight of a second he turns around to face me; his red eyes meet my gold ones.
"Why do you say that?" he asks. I look at him for a moment as I tuck a strand of blond hair behind my ear.
"Because I just want to talk. I have to stay here for six months and I don't want us to be avoiding each other the entire time. I want us to at least be good acquaintances, okay?" I look at him in hope that he will agree. And part of me wants him to agree so badly, and I'm not sure why. Isn't he supposed to be the bad guy? Part of the "Witch Twin" duo who has killed a lot of innocent people or something? I push those thoughts from my mind as he answers me. He nods slowly.
"Okay, I'll talk to you," he says. I turn to Jane and give her a look. She locks eyes with me for a second before understanding that she needs to leave us alone. She nods and starts to back away towards the entrance leading into a hallway that leads to the west wing of the castle.
"Okay," she says. "I'm going to go talk to Chelsea and leave the two of you alone." When she's gone I turn back to her brother. Alec is looking at me as if he knows what I'm going to ask him. I stay silent, not knowing how to start this kind of conversation. God Max, it's not like you're getting ready to have the sex talk with him. I internally shudder when I remember the day my parents gave me "the talk". I was thirteen and I had my first big crush on a boy in school, so they felt like it was necessary to torture me.
"Come on, we can talk somewhere else," he says. I frown but follow him through the castle without question. We walk for a couple of minutes before finally stopping in front of a wooden door. Alec then takes out a key and puts it in the keyhole and turns it. Now I'm confused; why does he bother to lock the door when he lives in a place filled with vampires? He flings the door open and we both step into the room. I look around and see the it's his bedroom. Three of the walls are painted a shade of brown-ish tan, while the fourth is made of wood. I figure that when he had his room set up, Alec had whoever glue the wood over the brick. The floor is made of stone with a brown rug covering it. There is a simple queen-sized bed that is against the wooden wall, with a wooden nightstand on either side of it. And lastly, a stone fireplace that is not currently lit. There is a pile of books next to his bed that look like they have been read one too many times and a flat screen TV resting on a mahogany TV stand. When I look more closely, I can see movies such as "V for Vendetta", "Pulp Fiction", and "Of Mice and Men". I smile at the fact that I now know something about him besides the fact that he doesn't have a lot of patience. Plus, "Of Mice and Men" is my favorite book of all time; well that and "Into the Wild" by Jon Krakauer, based on a true story that takes place in the early nineties, about a guy name Chris McCandless a.k.a. Alex who gives up almost everything he has, including twenty-something thousand dollars to a charity that helps fight hunger, to go on a two-year trek through the U.S. and finally, in April of 1992, he hiked into the Stampede Trail in Denali Borough, Alaska. To make a long story short, he ate a seed that contained swainsonine and ironically died of starvation sometime in August of '92.
"We can talk in here," Alec says, shutting the door behind him. I nod and sit down on the foot of the bed, simply out of habit, facing the head of the bed with my legs crossed. He also sits down on the bed without a word, or shoes on, facing me.
"Nice room," I compliment him. He nods but otherwise doesn't say anything. Finally, after a moment, he speaks.
"So I'm guessing you want to know my life story?" I nod and he begins. "Jane and I were born a little before 800 A.D. in England to an Anglo-Saxon mother and a Frankish father. From the beginning my sister and I were different from everyone else. Weird things would happen around us; bad things would happen to those people who were unkind to my family, and good things would happen to those who were nice to us. Eventually, as we grew, people started to notice and were afraid of us and didn't like us. Finally, when we were eighteen, the superstitious locals of my village found Jane and I too much to endure; we were accused of witchcraft and were sentenced to be burnt at the stake." My thoughts towards him continue to soften as he tells his tale. Even though what I went through was worse, in my opinion anyway, I can't imagine being burnt at the stake.
"Fortunately Aro, who had been watching over Jan and I since we were toddlers, got word of what locals were going to do to us, so he rushed over to help. He managed to get to us without a second to spare and took us back here. He then changed us into vampires and we've been with him ever since." I look at him for a moment, trying to figure out what to say next.
"That must have been awful," I say finally. He shrugs.
"It's not as bad as the having to go through the holocaust, but it's still pretty shitty." He refuses to look at me and just looks at his hands; so I reach out, without thinking I might add, and grab one of his hands with mine. I feel a surge of electricity flow through me when our hands touch. I instantly pull my hand back and look down.
"So, uh… when did you and Jane first discover your powers as vampires?" He makes a face as if he's trying to remember.
"I'm not sure, but the first time we used them in battle was about a decade after we were changed. We used them to annihilate the Romanian's army of over one hundred vampires." I raise my eyebrows.
"Jeez," I breathe. He nods in understanding, then shakes his head.
"I didn't want to do it," he admits.
"Do what?"
"Destroy all of those people. I didn't feel like we were doing the right thing, but Aro saved my life and so I felt like I owed it to him to help him with that."
"And every other annihilation for then on, right?" I retort.
"What do you want me to say?" he says sharply. I flinch and his face automatically softens. "I'm sorry, it's just I wish I could get out of this place, you know? I would, if it wasn't for Jane. She wants to stay here; she thinks that we have a good life here. So I stay." We're quiet for a moment and I decide to take advantage of the silence to get out of there. Don't get me wrong, I kind of like talking to Alec, but this is getting to be too awkward for comfort so I need to get out before I say something stupid. I stand up and clear my throat.
"I'd better get going. Noah's probably looking for me," I tell him. He looks up at me and nods.
"Well, thanks for listening."
"No problem. I'll talk to you later." I go over to the door, open it, look back at him one last time, and leave, closing the door behind me.
A/N: What did you guys think? Please review!
~Gina