Alec

It only took two weeks for things to start ripping at the seams. It took four weeks to question everything my sister and I have ever known.

Marcus was the first to crack out of the three of us, his depression consuming him once again. His mate, Didyme, was once a jewel in a bleak dark cave. She had the power to spread an overwhelming happiness, everyone loved her. She only returned the affection to her mate and in their passions for each other; they lost interest in the power of the Volturi. I can now speak of this freely, they were to leave the guard to live a life of their own. Aro was the one to murder Didyme and Chelsea was the only glue holding Marcus together to stay loyal.

Demetri was the one to whisper in Marcuss ear the truth as they casually passed each other in the lower hall. Demetri knew this would be the spark to light the match and I was the only one in proximity to listen in. I do not know why Demetri let me hear it. Two days before this, Aro had a mental break during the assassination of yet again another rouge vampire killing too many humans for them not to notice. The word has been spreading to our kind that we have fallen. Unfortunately, that is not quite the case.

Aro bellowed with an anger and rage as we have never before seen in our centuries of loyalty. Not only did he tear off the head of this rogue vampire himself, but he ripped him clean of all his limbs throwing them in every direction like a child throwing a tantrum. Aro is never one to do the dirty work himself. He almost seemed.. scared. He acts as if he is grasping at straws, endless meetings I am not invited too, battle rooms being filled for training practice I hide from. There was a war coming and for the first time in a long time, I wanted peace instead.

Jane was the first to chuckle at his antics out loud. the old decaying vampire and pain executing girl stared at each other for only seconds until Aro realized. He quickly composed himself, knowing full well he was outnumbered with the witch twins in the room. It was good to hear her act out in a little rebellion, Aro is after all our father and was always cherished by us, unconditionally. I wonder what was on her mind but she is scarcely seen nowadays at least by me. Did Chelseas power really have that deep of a hold on us for so long? I was already questioning my place here. Will Corins power hold up to the lack of bonds?

Marcuss reaction was not unexpected, we all knew he prefers death over revenge. He confronted Aro and he did not deny killing his own sister. Then Marcus pleaded for death, as Aro did not deserve death. He wanted him to live with the destruction he has caused, forever having to look over his shoulder and pick up the pieces that were left. Aro refused, as one last petty attempt to use his power over him. Then Marcus begged Jane and I, as wiling as we once were, we could not kill him with our newfound morals. This confirmed my suspicion that Jane and I were of the same mind though she dare never speak it directly.

Then Marcus (and his ability to see relationship ties in people) left. No word to others, no note. Maybe one day we will cross paths again. I can only hope he has found some sort of happiness and a proper end.

Despite Demetis unheard whisper of rebellion, I saw his end goal. He wants what Aro has and has failed to maintain, power. We expected Demetri to return to his former Egyptian coven but he stayed to watch it slowly burn, hoping to take Aros place as soon as his head was off his body. Whoever killed Chelsea and Afton, he was not scared of them. At least he appeared not to be. Does Demetri not let Aro see his mind anymore? A better question, does Aro have the authority to do so anymore?

The detox of Chelseas manipulation started innocently enough, the now familiar depression in me coming back. My impulsive coping skills feeling subpar to the only solution that has come to me only now. A bright light in centuries of darkness. A yearning in my chest began to creep, something for me to over analyze and distract me. Where does it come from? What am I missing? What do I really want for myself? I have never pondered these questions before. I could not possibly be the only one with these thoughts. Everyone moved almost herd like now, moving in a flurry of determination and harmony. We had a new enemy, I did not want to fight.

I am not an innocent man. I have killed thousands upon thousands of people, guilty or not. I have tortured more with my ability to deprive the senses. Leaving my victims in nothingness for what I have come to know feels like eternity. So why do I not want to fight? To be alongside my brothers in battle? To stand by my savior and creator? I was more confused than relieved to be out of the fog that was previously invisible to me. I also feel very stupid. Then the shame set in.

Feeding for the first time after our two members end was chaotic. Limbs of other vampires were torn and thrown everywhere as it seems we could not make up our minds on which humans we have claimed. There was a layer of blood covering the floors and an even thicker, dripping layer on the walls. No one was punished. Aro dared not speak as we wrestled each other for blood, to quench our thirst. I believe this was the moment Aro knew he was not as in control anymore as he once was. Yet, most have been cooperative, only acting out in little ways they could get away with. Never daring to leave the castle.

When Jane chuckled in the throne room, that night we finally talked again. I was given the silent treatment for many days, never even looking at me as she rushed through the halls. Thankfully she was the one to break the ice. Confrontation is now something I go to lengths to avoid. She knocked on my door to come into my bedroom but I was greeted by her scent first. She swung my door open and I was met with a facial expression I rarely see on her, panic.

"Brother, I have been distant. I am sorry. Do you trust me?" My sister almost whispered at me, as if everyone was listening in.

"Yes, of course sister" I responded almost too eagerly, desperate for answers and the opportunity to bond again with my twin.

Jane almost rambled at me, she was scared too. "I have done something horrible, we are all going to die."

"Why don't we fight them then? Who are they?" I interrupted her, still not understanding to what extent this single persons powers were.

"Shut up Alec, we need to leave. Right now. I have refused to let Aro read me ever since his mental break, he does not dare try to command me anymore. I have done what I can to help them but my powers are useless now. We need to save ourselves. Pack your things." Her eyes widened with ferocity as she spoke but she got quieter with each word.

I nodded my head and did as she said, starting to feel scared too.