I'm sorry my readers, but this is the last chapter of "The Difference Between". It was very unexpected. I was hoping for another one to make it a good 'even' fifteen. But somehow fate brought us to the end here. I'm going to be starting another one soon. (Hopefully a lighter story.) And there will most likely be a sequel…because I still have ideas for Alec and Jane. Just not now. Haha! So thank you for reading my long winded message and the story!

Love,

KMM

Alec took his sister's arm. Together they walked down into the throne room. Aro's eyes lit up. "Ah, my dear children! How nice of you to join us…we were just about to enjoy a small meal, will you two join us?" The room had been changed from a tall uncomfortable setting into a calming dining place. A long table had been placed in the room and the thrones had been replaced by tall wooden chairs with deep carvings in them that represented some type of nature. The twins moved cautiously towards the table, as Aro waved them closer eagerly and gesturing for them to sit.

Alec smiled, nodding his head calmly. Jane was still uneasy about their diets but she knew that she had to fight through the disgust. She tried to smile but couldn't. She nodded her head meekly. "Good, Heidi should be home soon. Please, please…sit."

This had been Jane's first official meal with the Volturi. Since she had left she hadn't wanted to think of her thirst or last meal. She felt ashamed. Didyme pulled out a seat for Jane and her brother. "Here lovelies, sit here." They did as they were told. Alec had become accustomed to these meals, so he waited patiently. The elders didn't speak. The wives didn't gossip. All was silent.

The conviction attacked at Jane's lost soul. She killed people, several people. Her abashed mind dropped the problems of murders and the charges and accusations. She pressed the guilt from her body filling her thoughts with the new passion she would seek for. Vengeance after all was the only thing that could satisfy her now.

A clacking noise approached the silent room. No one lifted their eyes to the door. Alec's smirk grew. Aro's blood lusting eyes widened. Caius shared his brother's expression. The two wives licked their lips slightly. Didyme and Marcus looked as kind as ever, waiting as patiently as Jane. But Jane wasn't waiting. The guard stood in the background, uneasy and watching. Flesh was near…the scent spread across the room like fresh bread.

The humans didn't last long.

And soon after the meal, the dark congregation pulled their separate ways. That aching feeling of remorse didn't touch Jane this time. What did she have to regret? Living, surviving? Her new surreal life swallowed old morals and memories. Didyme had been right. Time would take its course and she would forget humans as friends. She would forget her mother and father's refusal and disdain for this life.

Jane walked the halls of the tower. She didn't walk back to her room but stayed in her brother's company for a little longer. "Alec," Her brother looked down meeting her glance with a faultless smile, "We haven't talked much since we've been here."

"No, we haven't," Alec said, his smile erased slowly. The edges of it falling but like a desecrated building, it still held intact.

"I have a question for you my dear brother," Jane said, as they walked down the hallway, both in elegance.

"Yes, my Jane?"

Jane looked to Alec curiously; her mind ran with thoughts on how to phrase the question, on how he would answer. "Do…do you think much of them? Mother and Father?" She asked finally. Her breathing had stopped. And even though she was comfortable without breathing…she hadn't been. The waiting was uncomfortable. The needing an answer and him taking an unbearably slow time to speak was uncomfortable. He stopped in the hallway watching Jane's face fall when she realized the question had been too much. "I'm sorry…" Jane said softly.

"No. Don't apologize, Jane. If you're wanting an honest answer from me, no matter the response…I must say no. I do not. They are barely memories to me. Barely imprints on my mind. Isn't that awful? I can't even remember what our father looked like. Whether he looked like me or a stranger…I don't know..." Alec's voice trailed as they walked.

"You don't remember them at all?" She asked frustrated that she had been the only one to remember the two people that ever truly loved them. She stopped in their path, hopefully to have him stop as well.

"Not much, no." Alec shook his head, now walking forward past his sister. He moved to a nearby window and leaned against the sill.

"Alec, they were our parents…the ones that love us most," Jane followed. Her sweet voice turned into poison. It was pained and broken. She looked past her brother and past the window panes.

"And they are dead, Jane. There is no more love for them to share. Here…here is where they love us." Alec explained watching his sister's distressed face.

"Or our power," She whispered into the glass.

"Jane, do not talk like that," Alec demanded. "They have let us into their home. They have accepted us. Aro gave us life. They have taken care of us. If that's not love, what more do you want?" His question took a blow to her chest. If the dead heart could move it would have broken from her brother's words.

She bowed her head in remorse of asking the question. "You're right, I'm sorry dear brother," She said quietly.

Alec's breath was stifled. "Not to worry. I understand that this transition is tough for you." He said, placing his cool hand on her shoulder. He didn't like to see his sister miserable.

"Thank you for your forgiveness…" Jane said, humbly, pulling away from the tall windows. She kept her back to her brother and began to walk down the hallway.

"Do you think of them much?" Alec asked, hoping she would come back. She turned to face him. Even her frown was beautiful.

"Yes, I do," She said solemnly. She didn't look at her brother, wanting to avoid his grimace.

"You shouldn't trouble your mind so…" He said, gruffly but with a hint of compassion.

"Yes, my brother." Jane bowed her head again. She kept her hands clasped together as she walked back to the window sill. She placed her hands down on the sill, keeping her eyes on the few people that took their clumsy strides through the courtyard. A fire surged through Jane, but it wasn't a thirst. Her teeth gritted together with passion.

Alec looked down at her. "Tell me my sister, what are you thinking of now?" He asked this time with a caring voice.

"Vendetta," Jane's growl was a fierce ring, but completely melodious.

Alec's brows knit together. He didn't want his sister to look for such trouble, "Why would you consider such a thing?" His intensity surged through the hallway echoing against the stones.

"Alec, don't you want them to pay for what they've done to us? I remember what they've done to papa, I remember how they murdered mama. And what they did to us. They attacked us, tried to kill us…they'll never accept us, but we aren't the monsters!" Jane's fury grew while she spoke. Her human life forced its memories into her head.

"I understand how this must affect you but Jane…do you really believe that vengeance will give you what you want? Do you believe that that will heal your pain or feed your thirst?" He asked, his crimson eyes looking into hers. His pain began to mirror hers.

"Do you not?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing and her full ruby lips falling into a thin frown.

Alec sighed. "No. But that is the difference between us," He finally said. Jane closed her eyes.

"You're right my brother, that is how we differ. And I assure you, it won't change." Jane left her brother at the window, walking down the hallway without a single regret. Alec would not keep her away from her promise. She would have revenge, she would have justice, and it would be sweet.

"They will never hurt us again..."