Thanks to Nastia Cullen for being SOOOOOO persuasive when she didn't even log onto gmail or AIM for a while.
So, in other words, I am getting grouchy without talking to people.
Disclaimer: For the what is it(I believe), the 50th time, I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT!!!!! (Oh, and anyone who can count how many times I've said it, gets a make-believe popsicle!!!!!!)
The Witch Children
Jane POV
I walked into the large room.
Actually, large was an understatement.
It was HUGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was larger than all of my town's acres put together!!!!!
Heck, it was probably bigger than all of England!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alec looked around with me, and then suddenly, I smelled something.
I didn't even think.
I attacked the human, and drank all of his delicious blood.
Alec did the same with another human.
The other vampires watched us with amusement in their eyes.
"You just killed your first human. Congratulations." One of the females said with a tinkling sound.
Surprisingly, I didn't feel anything.
No pity for the humans that we'd killed.
If anything, I felt a sudden pleasure.
A pleasure of finally feeling what resembled normalcy.
I was a vampire.
They were vampires.
I didn't have to be anything else.
Or anyone else.
Finally.
I attacked another human.
And another,
and another.
Until I thought my stomach became bloated.....
I stopped, and the thirst in my throat finally faded.
It didn't disappear, but it definetely faded.
Then, they brought out the vampires.
They explained to us that sometimes when vampires broke the law, the were captured alive.
To be training dummies.
For training new recruits.
Their faces were broken, and their eyes held absolutely no light.
No sign that they were alive.
No hope.
I didn't care.
If I was a pathetic little human, I would be scared.
But I was a vampire.
A future Volturi guard member.
I just killed.
I enjoyed it..
I was quickly told that I should just follow my instincts.
I did.
I ripped that vampire apart.
Then the pieces started moving together.
I glanced at the vampires, puzzled.
"You need to burn the pieces." A male who I later learned was named Demetri.
I looked around for a flame.
"Don't burn them, we might want to "practice" with them more later." Demetri said.
I waited for the pieces to move back together, then I attacked.
Again, and again.
Then, I decided to use my power.
I focused on him writhing, pleading for mercy, yet unable of speak because of the pain.
And to my surprise,
It didn't work.
I tried again,
and again.
It didn't WORK.
I was fuming with rage.
And if my power worked,
Everyone in the run wold feel my wrath.
But it didn't.
And they didn't.
A female noticed, and walked over to me.
"I'm Heidi." She said.
"I think I know why your power isn't working."
I looked at her, surprised.
Was I really THAT obvious???
Apparently yes....
"Does your power focus on pain and anger?" She asked.
I nodded.
"Are you mad at the villagers for burning you?" She questioned.
I gaped.
"Everyone knows. The news travels quickly. So are you?"
I nodded.
"And do you want to cause them pain?"
Another nod.
"Then I think you won't be able to use your power until you it on the villagers."
I nodded. And asked "When?"
"As soon as you're able to control yourselves around humans." She answered.
LATER...............................................
It took nine months.
Nine months of breathing throat burning pain.
Then finally, I had my revenge.
One day in October, I visited the village.
Alec came with me.
As well as a few guard members.
I didn't even look around.
I walked straight to the house.
I went straight inside.
My father was sitting at the table, reading the Bible.
He looked up, and stared.
"JANE? IS THAT YOU??????????" He asked incredulously.
"Perhaps." I said. "Let's go outside."
I turned and left.
He and my mother hurried after me.
I went outside into the town square.
Alec, and the guard walked beside me.
I yelled. "Hear ye, Hear ye, all who watched the marriage and then burning of Jane, (I didn't mention my last name, it no longer belonged to me...) gather in the town square."
They gathered.
I watched them gather,
all of them who watched me burn and wither.
They stared at me, eyes wide open.
I don't think the thought even crossed their minds that I was the one they had declared a witch.
I was the one whose life they'd nearly ruined.
I was the one they nearly killed.
NEARLY.
Then Alec stepped beside me, and the murmuring began.
We could hear it all.
They were murmuring of how we were two angels sent to tell us that they had passed the final Judgement.
Or of how we were two of the devil's children come to take revenge for the killing of his siblings.
They were nearly right.
I spoke once again.
"Would Michael Van Shroutestone kindly step forward?"
He stepped forward.
"W-w-who are you????" He asked, his voice shaking.
"Why Michael," I said with faked concern "Don't you even recognize your fiancee???"
He went pale.
"You-you-you could not possible be Jane!!!" Yet, as he spoke the horrible truth dawned on him.
"I could, and I am." I answered coldly.
"But-but-but-but" He stammered.
"But what? But you didn't mean to burn me? But you didn't mean to make me your wife against your will? Well too bad!" I spat. "You are going to feel my pain."
I focused on my mental picture of him writhing on the floor.
In a matter of seconds, that picture came true.
I lifted my eyes from the pain-stricken man.
I was met with stares of horror.
"Don't worry," I said cooly. "I'll kill him in a few hours."
The crowd cringed.
"Oh, so you cringe for a murderer, but you don't cringe for two innocent young adults?" I asked coldly.
They didn't reply.
"Where is the mayor?" I yelled.
The crowd backed away from him.
"Ahh..... well, here is the mayor who burned a poor defenseless child." I said.
I walked around him.
Mayor Paddington shivered and sweat glistened on his forehead.
"And now you shall feel pain."
It was effortless.
To bring pain to those who deserved it.
All the people in the square felt a dose of my pain.
Except for the woman who married Michael.
She was my first and last show of weakness.
I had Alec numb her, while I quickly killed her.
She was with Michael for over a year, that was punishment enough.
I never had another lapse of character.
When all that was left was Michael, still writhing in pain, I decided to think outside the box.
"Hmmm.........." I droned slowly. "How will I deal with you?"
The overweight slug managed to tremble through the pain.
By now he had learned that his little nearly-a-wife (but thank god I was a "nearly") was not someone who had mercy.
"Hmmm....." I pretended to think. "What did you to me? Oh, yes. You burned me."
He paled.
"And what kind of revenge would this be without torture for torture?" I asked him.
He paled even more.
"I've made you suffer, I've made you fear the future, now, it's time for the last part." I said.
He paled so much he looked like a vampire.
"Ready the fire." I told the guards.
I took my power off of him.
He felt his body all over, as if wondering if the pain left a lasting feeling.
He didn't have time to sigh in relief.
I quickly tied him to a pole.
But I kept one of the ropes I tied him to bathed in oil, and kept it in my hands.
He was not as tough as Alec and I were.
He screamed and yelled with all his power.
Then, when I could tell that if I kept him in for a few more seconds, I pulled him out using the rope soaked in oil.
Then, I handed the slug to Felix, who quickly bit him.
But as my instructions stated, he didn't inject more than half of a drop of venom.
That would keep in in pure torture for at least four days.
I stuck a twig into the flames, now low, pured some oil all over the village, and threw the fire.
No need for leaving evidence behind.
I chuckled as I thought of how much pain Michael was in.
I thought that the future, was now a great thing.
And I could not wait for Michael to wake up.
So, That was pretty long for me, and I think enough for not updating for so long.
Don't worry, Michael will not have a life of luxury!!! :)
I'll try to update soon, but I'm going to start a new story soon, so no promises.
REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Begging so pleadingly for reviews,
Marie