My arms wouldn't go fast enough, and I knew I was trapped. Alice was right next to me, trying to help me stuff it in.
"Go!" I whispered. "I'll take care of it!"
But she stayed at my side.
Finally, when we had gotten the folder back into the cabinet, we ran to other well concealed door, from where we came. But there was no handle, only a smooth wall.
There probably was a spring mechanism, but it was too late.
The door burst open, and I heard a voice demand, "What the hell is going on?!!"
I stiffened, shocked, and felt Alice tighten beside me.
A small, dark haired little girl was standing right next to the door. She was so small and fragile-looking. She didn't look like she could do anything.
Her face was very beautiful and would have been sweet if not for her expression. Her expression was cold, cruel. But behind the tightly woven façade, I could almost make out a little pain and weakness through her eyes.
What shocked me most was Alice's expression. Sacred and sad, as in defeat. I couldn't believe it. Who could ever be afraid f this little girl?
"Jane," Alice mumbled beside me.
She whipped her gaze at Alice. "What is going on? What are you doing here? How did you get in?" she shot at her.
Alice didn't answer, and she suddenly collapsed and started screaming, a heart-breaking sound.
Jane turned to me, and I could feel her eyes on my skull. Thankfully, Alice had stopped screaming.
I reached for Jane with my mind, drawing her into me with my power. My power worked like strings. Everyone, and I mean everyone, liked me. It was as if as soon as I met them, an invisible string would branch out of me and latch onto them.
Most people's string from my body were strong, an unbreakable cord that gave me perfect control over them. But as soon as a person started liking me for me, not just my power, that rope disappeared.
But Jane's was different. I knew she didn't like me as myself because I could feel her cord. But it was tight, too tight. It was as if she was pulling hard and was about to snap.
But for the moment, she was still attached.
She looked at me, and gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she said.
Yes, better be, I thought.
"Stop whatever you are doing to Alice," I commanded.
"Of course, I did," she said. "I really like you, by the way. You're really friendly."
Alice was staring at her like she ad gone mad, but I only gave Alice a smile. If we could get so powerful a person on our side, we could definitely win and save Jacob. Well, better start with the friendship. It was better for the person to really like me, not just through my power. My power was unstable. Though it had never happened before, I don't know when it could just explode.
"Jane, right?" I asked.
"Yes, that's my name," she said.
"Well, Jane, tell us your story."
Jane stopped at her last sentence. I was surprised. After Alice gave me a brief overview of her, she told us how she came to be. Who knew that this terrifying, ruthless vampire could have been through so much?
I mean, I didn't exactly commend her for being so cruel, but her life had been just so horrible.
She had started out with a perfectly normal life of a colonial girl. She was proper, had good friends, and a caring mother. Until the witch fable was brought in. I mean, seriously, witches? Everybody knows that they don't exist.
But then I guess that I'd have to look in the mirror.
Well, long story short, Jane was betrayed by a couple friends, and sent to the stake with her brother Alec, but Aro saved them. Her heart froze over, and she was what she was now.
I could only feel pity now that I know reality. Outside, she was so pitiless, but it was only a reflection of what she was inside. Vindictive. She had her revenge on the world.
I listened with care. I actually felt bad and wanted to help. When she finished her story, se broke down crying.
I asked her why, and she only said, "You actually care."
I wondered when the last time was when anyone had ever cared for her. Probably not since her parents died. I mean, she could barely relate to her own brother!
Then the string disappeared. She actually like me.
Jane Volturi. The most feared of the, all. The pwer to torture. The cold, cruel eyes. The absolute pet of Aro. With her walls torn down.
Alice was beside me, her expression the same as mine.
Jane was our friend. It was hard to believe, but true. Once somebody's string was gone, their loyalty and friendship was forever.
We three sat there in silence.
That was broken yet again.
"Lucky! Yoo-hooo!!!!!!!!! Lucky, dearest! Where are you? Oh, damnit, I'll find you soon. You're a very good hider! Here I come!" I heard Roger's voice.
"You want to toy with him? He sounds fun," Jane said with a wickedly playful smile.
"I wouldn't turn you down for anything!" I grinned, as we three strode out to meet the very unfortunate Roger.