My eyes remained intent on Afton as he approached the cluster of Vampires-they were called Newborns, right? I believe they had been referred to as that. He and Santiago appeared perfectly at ease, no one could mistake the fact that this wasn't new to them.
One Newborn rose from the Mortal he had recently drank. I could almost smell his arrogance, and his disgusting ego. He walked right up to Afton, appearing to be sizing him up. That or trying to make himself look taller than his potential opponent, which he failed miserable at, standing at maybe 5'8''. Afton and Santiago stood calmly, looking over the Newborn. Though a threat gleamed in their blood red eyes.
"What's your business on our lands?" The Newborn asked in an obviously faked masculine voice. He seemed to be trying to smirk as well, though the fear was radiant in his scent.
"You seem to be causing quite a trouble among both Mortal and Immortal worlds. Your radical hunts attract far too unneeded attention." Afton cast his gaze over the rest of the group while speaking. Only a mere few looked up warily.
"Well we sure haven't caused any trouble for us." He laughed loudly, bringing more focus to the discussion. "Plus how is it any of your business to come on our hunting grounds and tell us to stop feeding?" The question was noted rhetorical, as he then smiled to himself and tilted his head slightly to where Corin, my brother, and I crouched, having since jumped into an alley. "You sure seem at ease in our territory. If you're so sure of yourselves why are you hiding half your group." His red eyes flickered towards us before stepping in our direction.
Santiago and Corin growled. Other Newborns rose from their spots and slowly headed toward Afton and Santiago.
The lead Newborn continued towards our hiding spot. "What, afraid I'll kill the small brats." He chuckled almost evilly "These your kids? Hm, child Vampires?" His eyes traveled over Alec, then me. "Seems like a good idea. But of course, you will each have to die for us to get them, then we'll make more. That can certainly be arranged."
Afton, Santiago and Corin tensed with the thought. I understood; Young children as Vampires would be far more unruly than Alec and I, more irresponsible and unrestrainable But before we could daunt on that the Newborns leaped at Afton and Santiago. Only one or two drifting towards us with the leader.
Then the leader leaped at us, eyes ablaze, smirk plain on his features. But sooner than he'd left the ground, he fell on his back, screaming in rage, confusion and agony.
Only after seeing Alec and Corins' strange glares did I hear another scream. More feminine, more horrified and more pained and from me. But I didn't silence myself, my eyes closed tightly together. As I allowed myself to fall forward I felt a tight grasp on my arm, unmistakably Alec.
"Go," I heard him say sternly. His other hand curled over my back to grab my other shoulder, pulling me against his chest. Then I heard quiet footsteps running out towards the Newborns, who I heard from the silence had stopped dead, most likely either staring at their leader or me, who still filled the air with screaming.
Ripping and tearing filed in below my screams. Soon I heard flames erupt and a few soft footsteps darting off into the distance. Then Corins' light steps ran back to me. I forced myself to stop, allowing only a small whimper to escape.
"Jane, can you speak?" Alecs' soothing voice whispered lovingly into my ear. He was so good at making me open up, but only to him, of course.
I breathed heavily for a minute, finding it calming. Then I answered in a whisper. "Let's go back."
I began to get up but was rendered prisoner by my brother as he lifted me into his arms bridal-style. "Relax for the trip," He told me. Yet another moment for which I was grateful he knew me so well, knew I needed to think without the distractions of my surroundings. We lingered there for a moment, my eyes remained closed. Finally, we took off, and I let my mind fully think.
My realization then was a true gift; My mind seemed full of room, I found myself able to have several things present even as I zeroed in on one. It was... refreshing. I loved that I finally could relax while also thinking full-on.
Not even I could explain what I had done mere seconds ago. Of course, it scared the shit out of me but I wanted to know why I had done it. First off, I hadn't even attempted on harming the Newborn, but I had. That I assumed was the simple factor that I hadn't gained control of my ability yet, as I had been told. But then I had been screaming, images had flashed only moments before. My brother and I... tied at the stake, flames burning around us, inches from our faces.
I strained to look at him, but... rope, rope had restrained my neck. It dug against my skin with every small movement. "Alec," I choked out against the smoke filling my throat. I could tell he struggled to look at me as well. I remembered; I vowed to return the favor, I would make these people feel the same pain they inflicted upon us.
The next image that had occurred was of the townspeople shouting, as they had when we almost burned. Five people lead them, shouting obscenities and dragging something. The next moment I realized it was my brother and I. His hand desperately tried to get to mine, and we shouted to each other silently. Silent cries and pleas to the other. "Don't let them pull us apart! They will suffer for this! I won't let them separate us even in death!" And these were promises. We keep promises. Before either of us uttered another word, a man to my side brought his hand harshly upon my cheek. I gasped at the sharp pain, the sound ending in a small whimper.
One more image invaded my head. I sat peacefully in my room, just thinking like I was now. But then I wasn't burdened with thinking of these horrific memories. I was simply reflecting on a few things, and silently praying for my brother to end up marrying this perfect girl, beautiful girl he was engaged to. I also occasionally prayed for our terrible classification as Witches to end. Unfortunately, I was soon pulled from my peaceful thoughts.
A loud thundering sounded down the hall outside my bedroom door. Footsteps then pounded down the hall towards my door. A gasp escaped my lips as I scurried back against the wall. My knees pressed against my chest with my fingers linked in front of my ankles.
A moment later five men and two woman burst through the door and I cried out. "Alec!" The villagers took a step back, fear striking their features for a moment. Did they fear that I would strike them? Then they circled around my bed, and the one closest to me, a woman, grabbed one of my arms, a man grabbing the other. I was yanked off my bed before I could call out again. Then I was being pulled down the hall by my arms, once outside I saw my brother being pulled down the stone path as well, tears ran from his eyes. Our hands desperately tried to link as we were dragged away
Away from our home, away from our minimal amount of loved ones, dragged away from our lives.
Dragged away to our death