Hello my handful of readers! I'm very sorry that I haven't updated in awhile. It's taking me longer for SEVERAL reasons.

1. Terrifying writer's block. Suck.

2. Summer Reading List. Double Suck.

- Waiting for Godot is a great play…if you want to commit yourself into a loony bin.

3. I've been working on a HUGE project lately that I'm hoping to publish someday and that takes up time.

So I deeply apologize to keep the two of you waiting. HAHA! I hope you like this chapter. And I also hope to have another finished before I leave for a week.

Thanks for reading!

Love,

KMM

Jane awoke on the cold stone floor. It felt cool even to her. She opened her eyes to see the three wives surround her. Didyme pulled her up, Jane's weariness was pushed aside as a happier, bubbly emotion boiled in her silent chest. "I'm sorry Jane." Alec said solemnly. Jane didn't look to him. "You were growing frantic…" She tightened her lips. "Jane," Alec reached out to his sister but she pulled away from him. Her eyes were black and cold. She watched the elders with hunger for revenge.

"I see that it will do me of no good to fight you. You have my loyalty Volturi," She bowed her head as Aro's grin grew. "May I leave?" She asked politely, directing her attention to the man on the left. The kinder of the three.

"Yes, of course my dear. Didyme will tell you when to come back," He smiled, nodding to his wife.

"Yes, Marcus." Didyme bowed her head, leading the twins into the hallway outside of the throne room. She looked at Jane's face, the beautiful angelic features were contorted in a grimace. Didyme didn't need any powers to realize the situation at hand. "Jane, I'm sorry dearest. The elders are only trying to protect you, and the rest of our kind."

Jane pushed away the suffocating happiness that pulled at her. She didn't want to smile at this. She didn't want to feel vivacious and warm about being cold and dead. "I understand. I'm going to my room now," She hid the emotion that was building in her throat. She wouldn't be stopped from feeling. Not by her brother. Not by anyone.

Didyme nodded her head in agreement. "Alright," She said nervously. "Ok. Yes, go ahead sweet." Alec watched his sister. He couldn't stop the guilt that crept up in his mind. He looked to her, hoping she would look back. She didn't. "Jane," He whispered. "Jane…I'm…" She left swiftly, not waiting for his explanations or apologies. "Sorry…" Alec finished solemnly.

Jane latched the door to the tower room. She looked from above. Dark was nesting into the town. Stars were hidden again by the clouds. Volterra wasn't beautiful like her mother had once described it. Jane sat on the plush bed. Her fingers picked at the breathtaking duvet, the useless, mocking duvet. She leaned against the pillows. Her dark brown curls sprayed across her angelic face. She closed her eyes, one hand resting on the bodice of her ivory gown. The lengthy dress created a sea of fabric as she sat, her fingertips dancing lithely from her stomach to her side, playing against the bedspread. Jane played memories and images in her mind over and over. She wanted to remember her mother's description, her father's laugh, their love. She couldn't. It was gone. All of it was gone.

Jane could only remember the terrible night. 'It was bad judgment…' She told herself over again. That girl didn't know what she was doing…she was out of her mind. The town was confused, on false pretenses. They didn't know. 'But they did.' A small voice whispered inside her. Jane stood up from the bed, looking into the small vanity mirror across the room. She was beautiful and flawless. She looked like royalty, but she was miserable. The jewels and beauty could not compensate what she had lost, what she had paid for to get them. She looked to the window again. She could leave this life. She could live a normal life. She could be normal again.

She went to the door; she had to talk to Alec. Alec would be excited to leave too! Wouldn't he? Jane argued in silence. Her mind debated, pushing and pulling with questions and answers. It seemed like forever the battle went on. But she finally made her decision. She would leave him. She would leave the last of her family. Maybe it wouldn't sting as bad if she did. Jane crept to the window, peering over the edge. How would she leave? She saw a man approach the tower. He was oblivious of the monsters that lived there. Jane tried to hide but his scent pulled her closer. The magnetic scent scraped down her throat, torching her insides as she tried to hold herself to the stone floor. There she fought. She had to have control. Jane writhed on the floor trying to keep the appalling bloodlust from overtaking her. She bit her lip to keep quiet.

She had to leave. She had to get away from these vampires. The bloodlust would be over! The thirst would quit if she left. It had to. If she demanded on changing it would. The burning died down and she could think clearly again. It was time. Her mind buzzed as the sweet breeze caught her hair. It wrapped around her, holding her. This would end. The nightmare would be over and she would normal again. Reunited with ones that should have never been lost.

Her fingers touched the stone edge. It's time. She slipped off the jeweled shoes. It's time. She raised her body up, looking over the sill. It's time. With two words, one final breath in, and hopeless desire she was ready.

She threw herself out the window. It was time.

'I will not fight with you.'

Sorry it's short! Next one will be longer, PROMISE!

Um…K. Pass it on.