Alec

Once Aro released the Cullens and their new suicidal human pet along their way home...my sister had exited the hall in a frosty fume and attempted to disappear from sight the rest of the afternoon.

Naturally, I was the one who ventured out later to mollify her inner frenzy yet again. My twin's happiness was one vital priority of mine—and even more vital for the entire coven's sake—for a highly distraught Jane could be enough to tip the Volturi's scale downwards to chaos.

I found her lying flat on her stomach upon her classic chaise lounge, her face resting in the crease of her folded arms.

And if I still had to haul air into my mortal lungs, I would have sighed heavily at the scene. Thus I simply rolled my eyes instead, smirked, and strolled up to its edge, seating myself beside her motionless form. I cocked my head, "Are you sleeping, Janie?"

"Yes. I'm dreaming too." I heard her mumble dryly, against the collection of silk cushions angled plentifully alongside the curving back.

"Is this about the Bella-thing who's immune to your wrath?"

"Don't be such a smart-aleck." she hissed.

However, her obvious hateful tone betrayed her liable objections.

"It is." I insisted through a low chuckle. "You cannot feed your own brother falsehoods."

Growling, my sister's shoulders furrowed together as she lifted her head at last. Her chin hit the top of her fist as she looked ahead in wonder. "I could not harm her. How is that even possible?"

"Indeed, she is a peculiar specimen." I mused likewise, observing the spot on her neck where little golden flyaway strands curled over the edge of her velvet hood.

And by that moment, Jane had trashed herself up around to glower my way, to clutch the material of my suit desperately. "You are interested in her too, aren't you?!" she accused me shrilly. "Alec, so help me, spare me the torment. It's one thing to have Aro bestowe so much excitement upon her, but you? I cannot not bear the thought!"

Only my sister was capable of turning red with fury to green with jealously in a matter of seconds 'bout the slightest of details. And I adored her for it. "Janie, honestly what do you think is going to become of her?"

She shook me once over lightly. "...Provided that Aro changes his mind, and shall turn her himself? That'd be the last thing I need—having her newborn-self strut through these corridors, acting as if she is the new polished doll everyone wants to play with. It's sickening. She'll get everything too, Alec...for whatever makes her so special. Aro's praise, a larger room, all your attention...and I shall fade into the background, eventually forgotten."

It was a rare day when Jane felt this threatened by another, by a human at that.

"She's not worthy of the Volturi title." I told her calmly. "Besides, she could never take your place in my life."

I could see she was battling with a little smile now by the way she had to bite her painted lips to cloak it. "Really...? Even if everyone else would be lost in their fascination? You wouldn't be the least bit be tempted to find out why?"

"You are my sun and moon," was my following sworn oath.

Her cold delicate hands loosened the grip they had at my chest and slid up to toy with my jacket collar briefly. "And you, Alec, my earth and sky."

"See?" I chided then. "There's no need to act so melodramatic right now."