Hey guys this is chapter. . . idk I think ten :D anyways
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Alec Pov.

Jane and I stared at our momma in shock. How was she alive? We saw her get burned at the stake for raising us.

When Jane and I were born, we lived a happy life. We were born as Jane Dakota Charles and Alec Matthew Charles, a family with just barely enough money to survive but we didn't care. We had a mother and father that loved us and we couldn't have been happier until "it" happened.

Flashback:

Jane and I were only eight years old and we were playing outside our small house, until two boys, around ten years old, came up to us. Being the big brother that I am, I pulled Jane behind me to protect her in case they tried something.

"Look George it's the devil spawns" one of the boys sneered at Jane and I while he spoke to 'George'. I heard Jane whimper quietly behind me. This was a time where having twins was a rare occurrence and if you happened to have one, both the parents and the child would be ridiculed for it.

"Leave us alone" I said trying to keep the fear out of my voice. Father always said to be strong, if something happened to him I had to be strong for mother and Jane.

They laughed mockingly. "Not gonna happen" George said as he pushed me, hard enough to send me tumbling to the ground and land awkwardly on my arm causing it to break. I cried out as waves of pain traveled up my arm.

"Alec!" I heard Jane cry out my name as the kids laughed at my pain. I opened my eyes, which I hadn't realized I closed, to see Jane glaring at them, which was impressive given her small eight year old frame being towered by their tall ten year old bodies. What I found really shocking was when George, the one who pushed me, collapsed in pain.

The kids stared at Jane and I in shock and fear. I didn't care, all I cared about was getting Jane and I back home before something bad happened.

"Jane" I called out weakly distracting her long enough for the other boy to help George up and run home calling for their parents. I sighed knowing that something bad would happen but for now I forced my body from the cold ground, with the help of my lovely sister, and together we walked back to our house.

It had been a couple of months since the 'event' happened and my arm had healed nicely. I was right when I had thought that something bad was going to happen. Rumors were going around that Jane and I were witches and we were practicing witchcraft, and that our parents were possessed by the devil for conceiving us. One day Jane and I walked into the market, everyone distanced themselves far away from us and whispered and I was able to catch parts of what they were saying, "witch twins. . .can't wait. . . Sunday"

I didn't understand what they were saying but it didn't sound good. And I was right.

Later that week, late Sunday night, as our family went to bed after celebrating Jane and I's 9th birthday, I woke up to a loud BANG coming from the front door. I looked around Jane and I's shared room and seeing her startled eyes, I got out of my bed, to comfort her, just as the door opened. We looked up in fear, but sighed in relief when it was just our parents.

"Alec, I want you to take Jane and hide in the closet. Stay there and don't make a sound until either daddy or I come to get you, okay. If we aren't back by morning I want you to run away okay" Mother whispered frantically. I looked into her eyes and for the first time ever in my life I saw fear and panic in them. I nodded, my nine year old mind somewhat understanding the seriousness of this situation.

She hugged Jane and I giving us both a kiss on the cheek and our father pulled Jane and I in for a hug. Mother joined in soon and we stayed like that until another loud bang came from the front door. We broke apart and our father ushered us to the closet door and once we got in, shut it firmly but not before giving us one last teary look.

I tried to see Jane in the darkness and was shocked to see silent tears making its way down her delicate face. Wordlessly I pulled her into my body as we tried to hear what was happening. We both heard yelling from our parents and from what sounded like the other villagers.

The front door slammed shut and I took a risk and slowly opened the closet door. I peeked my head outside and looked around. Seeing that the coast was clear I crawled out of the closet along with my sister. We both stopped and waited for a few minutes to see if everyone was gone. When we were sure the no one was there, I silently made my way the window with Jane trailing behind me.

We looked out the window and saw a mob of villagers, armed with torches and pitchforks, lead our parents towards a makeshift stage at the center of the market. There were two stakes surrounded by twigs and cloth. I gasped in shock, finally figuring out what they were going to do.

They tied our mother and father to the stakes. The crowd was cheering as the priest walked up to the stage and stopped when he was right in front of them.

"Michael and Sarah Charles, accused of being possessed by the devil and conceiving the 'witch twins', shall today at the eighteenth hour be burnt at the stake until dead. Michael, Sarah repent and God may forgive you for your sins." The voice of the priest can be heard of even from our house. Jane choked back a sob, while I had tears running silently down my face.

Our parents said nothing instead they looked in our direction, as if they can see us through the mob. They somehow found us, staring at them with tears in our eyes. Mother mouthed 'we love you both, be safe, and run'. But we didn't listen and instead held their loving gaze even when the priest lit the pyre, sending our mother and father in flames. They said nothing instead gave us one last loving gaze before they were gone.

Jane collapsed in tears, while I held her in somewhat shock. The only two people who loved us and protected us were gone. After a few minutes of grieving, I stood dragging Jane up in the process. We had to run, we couldn't be caught. We had to honor our parents dying wish, I thought as I pulled Jane through the small house and out the back door. We ran away from the market place, where black smoke rose from the stage, and the cheering of the villagers could be heard. Hand in hand, Jane and I ran through the empty town, tears clouding our eyesight, not caring where we were going as long as it was away from the terrible people.

We ran into someone causing us all to tumble to the ground. Jane and I scooted back; thinking it was one of the villagers who came to look for us. We looked up and saw a beautiful women standing there. Her small heart shaped face and high cheekbones were framed by perfect brunette ringlets falling around her shoulders. Her warm, caring brown eyes, which you could get lost in, held a certain motherly feel in them.

"Oh I'm sorry sweethearts I wasn't watching where I was going" her voice was like a waterfall, smooth and gentle.

Jane and I stared at this woman in shock. Didn't she know that we were supposedly the 'witch twins' and that we were dangerous. Of course, mother and father told us that we weren't but we thought differently.

"Oh my, it's you" the woman gasped. Well she does know who Jane and I were. I braced myself for her yell for help and the other villagers coming to finish Jane and I off.

"Oh you poor things, I saw what happened to your parents and I'm so sorry about that." I looked up in shock. This beautiful woman cared about us? She didn't call for help?

As I thought this, she pulled Jane and I into her warm embrace. Jane and I stiffened before relaxing into the hug. She's so warm, and gentle. Like mother was.

A couple of minutes later, she released us and we sat back smiling at her.

She opened her mouth like she was about to say something until, in the distance, we could hear the yells and shouts of the villagers looking for us. I panicked and Jane looked scared, I quickly looked at the lady asking for help. She nodded and pulled us up from the ground. She bent down and scooped some dirt and rubbed it all over Jane and I's face and clothes. Then she grabbed our hands and walked in the direction she was going until we bumped into her.

I could hear the sounds of the villagers coming closer and I knew Jane could too. I tightened my grip on her hand as I heard the villagers closing in on us.

"You there! Who are those children? If they are the witch twins, hand them over right now" the head villager demanded.

The lady turned around feigning innocence. "I do not know what you are talking about. These are my children Alexander, and Dahlia. They snuck out of bed to play outside in the mud and I was coming to get them." The head villager looked at Jane and I closely, but I could tell the mud she smeared all over our face made us unrecognizable.

After a few minutes of examining us closely, the head villager sighed "Alright, hurry home then. The witch twins are still out there and they are dangerous." With that said, he and the crowd turned around and headed in the direction of our old house.

Once his back was turned, Jane and I did the reasonable thing, someone our age would do and stuck our tongues out at him. The lady laughed and it sounded like water, smooth and gentle.

"Come now, they are looking for you. I think it is best if you stay at my house for the night. By the way my name is Celeste." The lady said. I nodded and I introduced Jane and I, thanking her multiple times.

She smiled and continued to lead us through the village. She led us off the main road and into the forest, following a small path that was hidden by bushes and shrubs. We followed the path, until we came upon a small wooden cabin in the middle of a clearing. there was a small garden off to the side that had strawberries, tomatoes, squash, potatoes, and other herbs growing in it.

We entered the cabin and Celeste lit candles, lighting up the interior of the house. It was small, with two bedrooms and a small kitchen but it looked very cozy. She led Jane and I to one of the bedrooms, and left us, gently closing the door behind her.

"She reminds me of mother" Jane's soft, and childish voice breaking the silence. I nodded in agreement, trying to fight back the tears that reminded me of mother.

We were silent for a while until Celeste's voice called us out. We walked out hesitantly, but quickened our pace when we smelled stew. When we got to the small cooking fire, she ladled out enough stew to fill the three bowels she had out, and putting a slice of bread on the side.

As we were eating she told us about her past and why she moved to this village, and we told her some stories of our family.

It's been three years since then and Jane and I have been living with Celeste. At first we didn't want to impose on her or anything but she insisted, saying that she liked the company and that in the short time we stayed with her, she already thought of us like her children. It was then that Jane called her momma, and Celeste's smile couldn't have gotten any bigger. She pulled us into a hug and called us her miei figli, or my children.

She taught Jane how to garden, cook, and sew clothes, for when our playing would get a little too rough. She taught me basic self defense, to protect Jane and myself, and hunting, to get food. But she taught both of us to read and write saying she wanted her 'babies' to be smarter than the other kids.

One day I went hunting with the small knife and spear that momma taught me how to make. When I went back home with the medium sized deer, boasting about my kill, Jane immediatly skinned and cut the deer with the help of momma. Momma went to get some herbs and vegetables from the garden, when Jane tried to cook the deer by herself.

The deer burned and black smoke rose from the chimny, while Jane and I frantically tried to put it out. Momma ran into the house panicking.

"Jane, Alec the villagers saw the smoke, they're on their way here"

I froze in shock. For the past three years, we have been living isolated from the rest of the village, hunting and gathering our own food to try to stay away from them and now they found us.

Jane looked guilty,staring at the floor in shame.

"sweetie don't be sad, sooner or later they would have found us anyways. It's not your fault" momma cooed, tiliting Jane's chin up to see her face.

Momma led us outside and towards the edge of the forest. "Jane, Alec I want you to stay here, stay hidden but not to far into the forest that you get lost okay" momma said. We wanted to protest but hearing the seriousness in her voice, we just nodded. She kissed both of us on the forehead, "ti amo i miei figli" she whispered. "amiamo anche voi momma" we answered back.

She ushered us gently into the forest and giving us one last smile, walked to the front of the house to await the villagers.

We stared at our momma, scared of what would happen to her. There was a couple of mintues of silence, the wind wasn't blowing, the birds weren't chirping, and the forest was utterly quiet.

Then we heard them, the unmistakable chant of the villagers calling out for blood, the smoke rising through the trees from their torches, and the crunch-crack they made as they plowed through the forest. I looked back at momma. She still had the calm look in her eyes, but her body was tensed, as if waiting for someone to jump out.

After a couple of agonizingly long minutes passed by, the first of the villagers could be seen. Marching out of the forest with their torches, and pitchforks.

"there she is!" one of the villagers exclaimed, and they all rushed towards momma and grabbed her by the arms, dragging her back into the forest and back towards the village

Jane gently pulled my arm, whining, and together we ran through the forest until we reached spot where we could view the marketplace of the village. A sense of déjà vu overcame me, as I saw the makeshift stage and stake.

I looked at Jane and saw she already had tears running down her face, since we already knew what would happen.

They tied momma to the stake as the same priest who killed our parents came up and spoke "Celeste accused of raising, and hiding the witch twins shall today at the twelfth hour be burnt at the stake until dead. Celeste repent and God may forgive you for your sins."

Jane and I sobbed. Why do they always kill the ones we love? I looked up just in time to see the priest light the pyre.

"momma" I whispered. As if she could hear me, her head snapped to our direction. Despite the situation she smiled at us, closed her eyes, and disappeared in the flames.

Jane fell to her knees sobbing, while I tried to get her to calm down. But it was too late. The villagers heard Jane sobbing and surrounded us.

"Let us finally rid ourselves of the witch twins" the priest cried out as the other villagers shouted in agreement.

They grabbed jane and I and dragged us to the stage. They tied us both to the stake that momma was tied on earlier. I looked down and didn't see her ashes. The wind must have blown them away, I thought as they piled twigs and cloths to burn.

"Jane Dakota Charles and Alec Matthew Charles, accused of witchcraft shall today at the thirteenth hour be burnt at the stake until dead. Jane, Alec repent and God may forgive you of your sins."

End flashback:

After that the priest lit the pyre and we were burnt. Just when I thought we were about to die, Aro and the rest of the guard came, killed off the rest of the villagers, and changed us. Every day since then, Jane and I never stopped thinking of momma. We thought she was dead but here she was.

"Momma?" Jane and I both whispered.

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