SUP BITCHEZ? Welcome back to my Volturi chronicles. This is a THERAPY SESSION, coz I haven't had one in a while (by which I mean the twins haven't had one - don't start now)

Songs: Paramore - Let The Flames Begin & Miracle

Now, without further ado, or something along those lines, I give you the Volturi's Terror Twins! And they're getting creative. Uh oh...

The twins stared at Carlisle from across the table in utter disbelief.

"You really cannot be serious," Jane mumbled, her eyes locked on the various oil paints and canvases and easels and different sized brushes that were now hers to use. For a week at least.

Alec was eyeing the guitar with similar skepticism. Neither sibling looked particularly enthusiastic about Carlisle's project.

"It's simple," Carlisle explained, quite proud of his idea. He was warming up to the idea of psychology. Perhaps when this was done, he'd earn a major in psychology. Rehabilitate humans with problems. Give them fresh, new lives. Psychology worked like vampire venom, in that respect. "These," he gestured down to the instruments of creativity. "Are a fitting distraction. For one week, whenever you two feel hurt or angry, instead of turning to violence-" his eyes lingered on Alec for that one "-you will turn that rage into something creative. By this time next week, I want both of you to have put these objects to work to create something beautiful. Jane, the art supplies are yours. I want you to paint something that means a lot to you. Alec, you have the guitar. There are a few picks and music sheets and some extra strings in the box. I want you to write your own song."

Alec had taken on a Marcus expression: he looked completely bored, unshaken by Carlisle's request. He just lifted his shoulders and let them drop in a shrug. "Whatever."

Carlisle dismissed them after this. The twins left, loaded down with their projects. While they walked down the halls to dump their supplies before dinner, they talked.

"This is ridiculous!" Alec hissed angrily. He juggled the unwieldy guitar and the box of extras before chucking them onto bed in disgust. He took a few canvases from Jane and helped her carry them to her room. "He can't make us do this!"

"Mmm," Jane mumbled.

"Jane?" Alec looked bewildered. "You don't...want to do this?"

Jane shrugged, thanking fate that her cheeks did not become inflamed as her brother caught her out. Secretly, she was greatly looking forward to it. She loved painting. She liked the smell of the paint, the different colours (one did tend to get a bit fed up of the constant darkness that the Volturi castle offered), the soft bristles of the brush, the feeling of accomplishment that came with finishing a picture.

"I like painting," she said simply, in a detached tone. Alec copied her shrug.

"Ok then. Well, I'm gonna to go see if guitars float," Alec waved in goodbye after leaving the paint things in Jane's room for her. "See ya."

Unfortunately, to Alec's disappointment, guitars did float. He took it back to his room, sighing. He didn't need to go wait for dinner for another hour and a half. How boring. He lay down on his bed beside the guitar. Casually, he dragged his fingers over strings. They chimed gently.

The tune to Alec's favourite song popped into his head. He sat up, curiosity painted over his features. Stubbornness warred with eagerness and Alec bit granite lip as he stared at the instrument. Eventually, he seized a pick and began to strum cautiously. The tune from his head worked it's way to his fingers and soon he had taught himself the whole song.

Jane POV

I had just set up my new painting supplies when Alec's sweet music filled the castle. I stopped what I was doing and listened, captivated. I recognised the song - it was Alec's favourite. Numb, by Linkin Park. He liked it so because it reminded him of his power. Linkin Park were ok, but I was more of an Evanescence fan.

Time passed quickly as I listened. There was no other sound in the castle. Everyone was as enchanted as I. After perfecting the first song, he moved on to another. Alec had always been a quick learner.

After a while, I began to paint. I daubed my brush into the light purple, mixing it with navy until it darkened perfectly. My brush strokes were careful and accurate. I worked at human speed, savouring it. I did not paint often.

When I heard Chelsea coming, I twitched an old sheet over my canvas. I so hated revealing unfinished work. Alec's notes continued.

Chelsea knocked twice, and let herself in. She grinned when she saw what I was up to. She knew that I adored painting. She was the one who had introduced me to it while I was newly born.

"You had better clean up, dinner in two minutes," she announced. I sighed. I was not like my brother - I believed there were things more precious than mealtimes.

I was in a deliriously good mood for a change, so I tidied up as I was told and trotted after Chelsea for dinner.

Everyone was gathered quietly, listening. That was when realised that Alec wasn't there.

!

Everyone looked pleasantly surprised by his absence, and the beautiful music that replaced him. Aro looked wondered. The music was drowned out infuriatingly by the chatter and babble of humans. I expected Alec to hear and come running, but he never did. When we had finished our meal, the sound of the guitar was still there.

For the first time ever, Alec had missed a meal.

"Truly, this is miraculous," Aro muttered.

"Everybody mark their calenders!" Santiago yelled.

This time the music was drowned out by laughter.

Ok, ti iwhat mwriting looe when I don't edit, becaus of hs stupid fucking writing thing. It is nbelievibl annoying. It drives me up the wall. Though ofourse when I r to show it, it don't look half as bad. Review for love...or something else. I am feeling discouraged.