Thanks to Nastia Cullen, for pestering me SOOOO much, I had no choice (If I wanted to live…) but to write this…

Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, I would be writing some kind of book, maybe not even a Twilight book, but I would be writing a REAL book, instead of these flimsy FanFictions…. (THAT RULE!!!!!!!!!!!)

I do not know what year this is. You just decide on your own. Okay?

The Witch Children

Jane POV

I looked at the laundry that I was supposed to be hanging up and sighed.

Laundry, the chore. Oh, but for who? I shall tell you: WOMEN.

Do men ever get their hands dirty? No. They just sit home and sleep while we women do ALL the hard work… Oh, and maybe they go out and have fun at a job.

To be fair, I'm not a woman… yet anyways… I can tell my parents are going to marry me off soon… And do I get any say in WHO I get married to? Of course not, I'm just a woman after all, who cares what I have to say about the man I'm going to have to spend the rest of my life with??? That's right: NOBODY.

My friend Alec has all the luck. EVERYONE loves him. But does anyone pay attention to me, except for when I'm needed or supposedly did something wrong? No.

I suppose I should be fair. Alec is one of the few men (boys…) who believe that women should have a say in things. But alas, only a FEW men feel that way… and those men usually get locked up in the asylum sooner or later…

"OOOOH JANE!!!!!!!!" My mother's shrill voice sounded from inside the "house".

"Coming Mother!!!" I answered back.

I ran into the house, and arrived to an unwelcome scene.

There was a man sitting down on a chair next to my father. Now, I wouldn't be so scared if I hadn't known that man.

The man was Michael Van Shroutestone, and he was known in the village for abusive behavior.

Oh, and that brings up more of my argument, if a woman was a abusive, then she would be banished and cast into disgrace, but a MAN, a man only is gossiped about….

I was interrupted from my thoughts. "Jane, sweetie, meet your fiancée." My father said.

What. The. (unwomanly word here). Did. He. Say.?

My face turned a deathly pale white (like it would be for many years to come…/eternity…)

"Pl-pleased to meet you." I stuttered out. Out of all the men, they HAD to pick the one that was most likely to KILL me….

"Pleasure." He replied. "I look forward to the wedding." Wait, WHEN WAS THE WEDDING!!!!!?????

After that, we entertained him with tea, and when he left I quietly asked my parents when the wedding was. Imagine that. Me, Jane, QUIET.

"In a week dear." My mother replied.

"Alright. Good night Father, Good night Mother." I went up to my room, and cried. I sneaked out the window when I thought my parents were asleep.

I went to my secret hideout. Three oak trees had fallen during a thunderstorm a few years before, and they formed a perfect hideout.

Of course, I put some sheepskins on the floor, as non-girly as I was, I didn't want to get murdered by my mother for having dirty pants…..

I cried and I cried. Then, when the moon was high overhead, I heard a voice I knew so well.

"I'm sorry Jane." Alec sat down next to me.

I sniffed. "It's not your fault. It's the worlds. For not letting women have a say in ANYTHING!!!!!!!!"

He laughed at that. Then he sighed.

"If he abuses you, tell me, I shall beat him up." He offered.

I chuckled. "Yes. I am sure that you shall have no trouble beating up somebody that has lived a lot longer than you have, and has much more experience. Besides, do you think I shall actually let him? I shall not go down without a fight!" He laughed and then sighed.

"We should be getting back." I said. I surprised myself, I was NEVER the sensible one….

"We should. I'm sorry Jane." He hugged me and then we both left to our houses.

I prepared myself for the countdown till my life was officially over. A week left.

A week left before I would lose my life. I did not know just how right I was…