A/N:
Okay. I realize it has been...it is seriously insane how long it has been since I updated. You have no idea how much I am kicking myself. I bet you guys saw this in your e-mail and were like "Blood Melodies? That still exists? I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!" I totally understand. I am so sorry.
Story so far: Read over from the beginning is my best advice. I bet you've all forgotten who the main character is by now. I don't blame you. I'm such a terrible FF author person. Even if I finish this, I can never truly redeem myself. Just...agh.
Agh.
I love you if you're still reading this. You crazy person. I love you.
Alec's POV:
I can deprive her senses for a while, keep her sedate. I don't want them to punish her if- when they find us. I hold her close, trying to find a way to hold her that isn't awkward while I run as fast as I can to the wall that surrounds the castle.
The sky is dark and I am so relieved- once we're out of here, the Volturi can't attack us so easily with humans around, and the lack of sunlight means we won't be immediately recognizable.
"ALEC!"
Jane. My heart shatters. Jane. Jane. Not her. They couldn't send her. Of course they did.
I turn back to her, holding Anna so tight I'm scared she'll combust. Jane's eyes glow in the dim light, alive with malice, cheeks wet with venom tears. "Alec." Her voice is imperious, shaking, and my throat constricts. "Stop this."
"I can't stay here anymore. Jane, you have to understand this. They don't want us. They want what we can do. They twist our minds and you know it. You can come with us, sister. Jane, we don't have much time but if you come with us now we can still do this," I say, frantic. I glance down at Anna. This living reminder.
"Please," she whispers. My head snaps up. Jane begging. Jane. Her blonde hair is curly around her face today, the stiff braids gone. She looks like my sister. Neither of us move, I don't say a word, praying she'll step away, but she can't, can she? I pray for her to see sense. Her lips curl. "You're not my brother." ...and I lose her as her eyes deliberately going to Anna's unconcious form.
Anna, who can't protect herself.
Anna, who starts to scream.
I retract my power as fast as I can but Jane turns her eyes to me and I feel my spine twist in agony, rearing, I try to keep holding Anna but my arms spasm, no-