Hello Dear Readers…
This might be one of the last installments of this story so cherish it! I'm considering a sequel, but only if more than two people are up for it. So, review, message…opinionate in some way and let me know! :) I'm not sure what I'll do next so if you have any ideas go ahead throw some out there, I'll be glad to take suggestions!
Thanks for Reading!
Love,
KMM
Her body landed on the cobblestone ground. No one saw. No one noticed. She pulled up from the stone street. Her body felt no pain. It bothered her. Her cold diamond skin wasn't bruised or pained. She couldn't die when she was already dead. Her ivory dress was covered in dirt. But she didn't care. The night was quiet. Eerie silence played in the town. The wind that normally carried the trees branches into a sweet symphony with the bustle of the beautiful city had stopped.
The people were sleeping. The people were gone. Darkness served as her cloak. But when the clouds pulled away from the glow of the moon the pearly white of her skin shone. The stars were still hidden. Jane had never been around such cloudy weather or dreary nights before. It seemed like that blurry human day at the bank was her last taste of sunshine, her last taste of real happiness. Not Didyme's generated joy. She left the city finally. In the woods Jane kept running. She didn't stop; she didn't hesitate until she reached the next town. Here, she would be safe.
Jane stalked through the quiet town, past the stone homes and buildings. Her bare feet didn't make a sound as the padded soles hit the rigid rocks. She ran quietly. She finally felt that small bit of freedom. She kept silent as they slept.
The poor unaware humans…the beautiful scent their blood created. It was sudden. The lust of the flesh launched at her body. A lurch at her abdomen stopped her. Her limbs froze, and she was ignorant of her surroundings. The abrupt halt sent her crashing into a side shop. The clay pots around her shattered on the stone streets; the town was no longer quiet. Hushed voices became loud yells. Words like "Thief" and "Vandal" were tossed around as the townspeople approached her.
They were angry, ignoring her distinct vampirisms. They were foolish, looking past the deadly instincts the creature in front of them possessed. They marched after her. Flames were ignited, riots band together to destroy her. She backed away but their scents created havoc in her stomach. She tried not to breathe. …If she could only explain… Jane opened her mouth attempting to talk over them. They didn't stop. "Get her!" They screamed. One looked into her eyes. The red crimson flashed in fear. She tried to stop them, but the one in her eyes saw the truth of the small, beautiful girl. "Witch," He breathed. "Witch!" Terror flooded the townspeople and pain wretched at Jane. "Witch. Witch! Witch!" The name echoed in her head. "Witch! Witch! Witch!" It didn't stop. She couldn't fight it. It was a crime of passion.
Jane ran from the scene. What could she do? Satisfied with her revenge but disgusted with her barbaric attack. She couldn't stop it though. They had turned on her. The people would never accept her. She was a witch. A witch that couldn't go back to the life in the tower, and couldn't go to live a normal life with humans. She was cursed. Jane sat in isolation, her beautiful pure gown now stained. Laying down on the bank outside of the seafaring city she looked up at the stars, the Heavens where her mother now resided. Images flew through her mind. The crimson flood that washed the little town away tugged at her mind. She pulled her eyes away from the calm, twinkling lights. She was alone. A murderer…and she didn't even have God to comfort her. How could the God of the universe love her? A witch, a murderer, an outcast. He couldn't. There wasn't anyone left. Alec loved the Royal ones but Jane despised them. She soon understood why she needed them.
This world wouldn't love her. Ever. She had to go back.
The run back was painful. But Jane moved fast. It was still quiet. Volterra was a pretty city in the dark silence. She ran towards the tower building knowing no one would see the bloodstained gown or its rips and tears that trailed behind her. Jane stared at the dark tower before her. She climbed its edges. Her nails gripped into the gritty stone walls, but she felt no pain. She didn't cringe as she lifted her body up the tall tower. It was easy, she was strong. She kept pulling herself up until she reached the sill. She didn't know if she could continue. The moment came to where she knew she needed to go back to them. She snuck back into the small pane of the window. The night was dead. Nothing moved, nothing breathed. All was quiet. Jane reached her bed and sat down. She didn't feel tired, not physically. Mentally she was intact. But emotionally she had been drained. She lay back on the bed, but sat up when a candle was lit.
"Hello my dear. Out for a night's snack?" Aro stood in her bedroom, along with the other elders.
"No…I…"
"Was running away," One growled.
"Now Caius…let us not assume…" Aro silenced him. Jane's body tensed as the elders stood before her. Behind the tall three black cloaks emerged another familiar face.
"Jane…how could you?" Alec's small whisper haunted and shamed her.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I left…" She said in a small voice. "I just…" She racked her brain for an explanation, but she couldn't tell them the truth.
"Come here child." Aro extended his hand at her frustration, awaiting her to reach him.
Jane did as she was told; she nodded her head, standing up. Her gown swished as she moved, the ripped edges dragged against the cobblestone floor. Her cold hand took Aro's. His lips curled into an unruly smile. Images of the night raced into his mind. He saw all. Nothing was hidden from him. His eyes excavated every nook and cranny of her thoughts. He surfed through new memories and old. The old ones those were stored in the back of her mind. He felt her pain. He saw her sadness, and he explored the cruel jolt of joy. "I see…my dear child. Feeling so alone…so hurt…so cold…dead." He embraced Jane. He knew how to make her stay now. He hugged her shoulders tight knowing she was completely uncomfortable, but also knowing her doubts were slowly but surely drifting. He passed her to Alec. "You may leave whenever you would like, but if you would please stay…we need the two of you," Aro said with cunning solemn. He really had a need for them, but not for what Jane wanted. He needed their power, not their presence.
"I will," Jane answered quietly.
"I should hope so," Aro walked to the window Jane had climbed through. He watched the town, looking blindly out into the dark world. "They will never understand you Jane. You can never go back to those happy days of being human. They won't accept you. They're afraid of you. If you stay, we can protect you. You know that…it's why you came back. We'll keep you safe and you'll never be hurt by them again." He faced the twins, pausing in the middle of his speech. He kept his eyes on Jane, forcing emotions into the crimson irises. He walked closer to his equals.
"All I ask is for your loyalty," He continued, lifting his hands in the air, lifting the Volturi name. " That you will control your power and use it whenever necessary." He looked to his brothers. "We need you Jane. And together, we can live like royalty…live happy. I think your parents would want that."
Jane nodded her head. She would stay here…maybe she would learn to like it. She found one person that wasn't as chilling, Didyme. Maybe it was just her "gift" though. Jane didn't mind either way. She needed someone. Alec seemed too far off now. He wanted power. It wasn't right and Jane knew that…whether Alec did or not, it didn't seem to matter anymore. They would stay together. Jane wouldn't leave again. She was convinced. She would be loyal. She would be trained. She would be loved.
"Don't ever leave again…"
