It had been two weeks since the party, and Alec had been spending countless hours working on poetry and writing letters to his romantic pen pal. He sat at his large, mahogany desk in a red velvet chair in his stone chambers. Because the castle was underground, his room had no windows, just one large heavy door with iron locks. He also insisted on having a bed in his room, for reasons no one else understood. It was comforting to have around and he usually laid on it during his morning solitude. Even though vampires don't sleep, it's refreshing to have a period of time to organize thoughts and relax a little. Recently, he had been doing more writing than relaxing, and even more thinking, thinking about Marietta. But that was interrupted with a sudden clicking as someone unlocked his door.

Alec looked up and sat back as Jane stepped through the door and shut it behind her. "Sister,"

Jane looked extremely unhappy, "You're writing to her again, aren't you?" She snapped.

He froze, "Writing to who?" How could Jane POSSIBLY know?

She sighed, "Your little girlfriend." Uncrossing her arm, she revealed a pink envelope and read, "Marietta,"

"Jane-"

"I'm not in a jesting mood brother! I have been to the Cullens more recently than you have, and there was no 'Marietta.' You must've met her at that cursed ball that-" Her eyes spied the purple mask perched on his pillow. "I knew Aro was making a mistake hosting a party!" She dove for the mask.

"Come on Jane," He stood and reached for it.

She pulled it back, "WE are the tag team, you must be delusional thinking you have TIME for a FLING!"

"She's NOT a fling!" He was starting to get aggravated.

"Of COURSE she's not!" She snapped sarcastically, "Honestly! I thought you were smarter than that!"

"This has NOTHING to do with my intelligence!"

"Good! Then cut it out! No more foolish letters! You need to keep your mind on our work anyway! Forget. The. Girl!"

"Forget the jealousy! You can't even come close to understanding until you hear me out!"

"I've HEARD nothing, but I've read PLENTY!" She tossed the envelope at him violently, holding onto the glittery stationary from inside, "Alec, Renesme found your mask and I had to explain. She was super excited-"

"Give it to me!"

"But warned me about your coven's past!" She stopped reading, "WHAT did you TELL her?!"

"Nothing about US!" He shoved Jane backwards snatching the letter, "And it's not up to YOU to dictate who I may and may not talk to!"

"Stick with this girl and you loose ME as an option!"

He stopped, thinking, "You know maybe that would suffice considering ARO was the one who okayed my looking for a mate!"

"A MATE?! You can't POSSIBLY be SERIOUS! I DOUBT they would let you toss away your talents and guard position for some romantic notion! They might even eliminate the possibility!"

"They wouldn't TOUCH her and if you so much as THREATEN I SWEAR-"

"Oh don't bulk up at me! How dare you! You think meeting some little girl makes you a big bad man?! NO! That makes you a pedophile ACTING like an ignorant CHILD!"

"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT-" The infuriated shout turned into a wail as his back arched before he hit the ground, reeling.

Jane was glaring, focusing all of her energy on the pain she was inflicting upon her twin, "Funny brother, I thought our gifts couldn't work on each other! Maybe that's yet another thing that's changed! So I may have PROMISED to not use my talent on you?! Well YOU promised that WE were the team!" On each inflection, he jerked in utter agony. Her rage wasn't CLOSE to being satisfied, beyond furious. She watched him for a moment, calming herself back to being rational, then pried the piece of paper out of his drawn up hand. "Now then, Aro MAY have agreed to letting you look for a girl…but I wonder how he would feel about her being a Cullen?" She narrowed her eyes again, intensifying, bring forth an actual scream from him, almost making her smile, as she turned, "Let's find out." Jane shut the door and locked it behind her, swinging the key around her finger as she made her way to the throne room, leaving her brother in a cringing, whimpering heap behind her.