Author's Note
I do not own Twilight.
They swam out to one island so remote it took them nearly fourteen hours to get there, a feat no human would ever have managed, but then they were no humans. They arrived on the island soaked with seawater but laughing at the state of the other.
"You look terrible," Alec choked out.
Jane took a handful of sand and threw it at him.
He spat out sand and threw a handful back, and then it was war, exhausted though they might have been, rolling across the beach in a tangle of arms and legs, hissing and snarling and grinding sand in the other's face and hair and clothes.
Something disturbed them and they rolled to a stop. Alec, who had come out on top, lifted his head.
There was a woman stood on the path to the beach looking down at them. Though most of her skin was covered, he could see her face sparkling where the dim sunlight hit her.
Another vampire.
He growled low in his throat. Not one of the Denalis, too old.
Jane kicked him off and rolled into a crouch, shaking sand from her hair.
"Can I help you?" called the woman.
Alec stood and then helped Jane to her feet. They moved to the foot of the path. The woman had been in her fifties, perhaps, when she was turned, with bobbed silvery hair.
"I'm Alec," he said. "This is my sister Jane."
The woman held her hand out for him. "Agatha."
They accompanied her back to her little cottage, where she introduced her husband as 'Gregory.'
"What business do you have here Jane and Alec?" Agatha asked.
Alec shrugged. "None really. We left our coven and have been… travelling."
Agatha smiled. "Well, you're welcome to stay with us for as long as you need."
"Thank you."