Author's Note
I do not own Twilight.
Agatha and Gregory opened their home and the island to them. The only drawback was that there were no humans on the island.
"None come here to visit. It's too remote," Gregory explained.
"We might occasionally get some scientists. But the humans tend to notice if those go missing," Agatha added.
Alec frowned. "But what do you eat?"
The sheep, apparently. It was filthy, degrading-
But they had to eat.
And if this was the price of freedom.
They would pay it, they would pay it a million times over. So they ate and drank from the sheep, and watched as their eyes slowly lost the crimson colour they had been for hundreds of years and turned the same deep gold as the vegetarian vampires. They hated the sight of themselves in the mirror, so the fix for that was to remove the mirror in the room Agatha said they could have for their own and hide it under the bed so they didn't have to look at it.
It took them eight years to finally stop feeling the jerk of surprise when they looked at each other. Along with humans, it seemed no other vampires ever came here. The Volturi certainly never came looking.
"Perhaps they went looking for us in Florida," Alec suggested one day as they skipped stones on the beach.
Jane laughed. "Can you imagine how pissed Aro must have been?"
"Oh, he must have been losing his mind! Even more after Demetri, Felix, and Santiago."
"He's still got Renata."
"He's probably got the gifted Cullens by now too."
Jane threw another stone. "Not our problem."
They were free.
And they weren't quite sure when it happened – somewhere around the fifteen year mark – but one of them slipped up and called Agatha 'mum.'
She had frozen for a moment, frowned at them a little, and then smiled. "You can call me that if you like."
So they did.
It felt like having a real family, someone other than just each other, and that was nice.