Author's Note
I do not own Twilight.
They had hired another car and set out on yet another long drive, swapping cars several times. Alec wasn't sure if anyone was following them, but one of the Romanians had escaped, which meant even if the Volturi didn't come, he might try again for revenge.
"He'll go after them again," was all Jane said of the Cullens and the brief thought that they could stop by their coven despite what Jasper had said.
They were not, of course, going to Florida. Both of them felt a slight queasiness at lying to Jasper, even if they had been doing worse things for hundreds of years. He had been nice to them. He was one of the first people to be nice to them. But if Aro got his hands on him, he would know immediately where they had gone, and that was the last thing they wanted.
At last they arrived in Alaska. The Denalis were out here of course, and there were rumours, they had heard, of a vampire coven living on one of the islands somewhere out here. Aro had always discarded the rumours, and they hardly mattered now. If they could find them it would be nice, but if not, all they needed was each other.
They spent a year in the state, jumping from island to island, chasing each other across the barren ground, doing all the things and playing all the games Aro never allowed. You're my top guards, he would say, my shining gems. Then he would say, now act like it.
But they were barely out of the age range where they had risked becoming immortal children, and the older they got the more they wanted to just be the children they never had chance to be.
Even Cullen's halfbreed mongrel likely looked older than them by now, Jane thought bitterly.