Aro
To be frank, my level of curiosity has been always a little toxic, and so like an addict, I have kept observing the Witch Twins more closely and privately for all these years, purely out of my own interests and philosophies.
Observing them like this is almost excruciating too, and so I feel an aching pull on my insides whenever I do—but it's not as if I am unfamiliar with life's hardships. After a few centuries or so, they all begin to blur together until it's difficult to even care anymore about the time in between.
Jane walks gracefully into the jury hall and approaches the open spot beside her twin, even without a proper greeting for him. He notices Alec never complains though, being long accustomed to the concept of a deafened silence. Instead Alec merely flashes her a half-smirk; his sign of acknowledging her as he concentrates on contracting his black mist from the latest rebel we've recently discovered plundering carelessly around Greece.
Felix and Demetri are ready on defense with their strength, like always, and I'm proud of that. But my main attention jerks back to Alec and Jane.
They wait across the way there, side by side, elbows nearly touching. They're so comfortable in each other's company, through thick and thin, they accept each other. I still find that a bit odd, unsettling even. Personally, I cannot and never quite have, felt that way towards Didyme, for she had brought me such obvious disappointment. In fact, my sister has once brought me so much disappointment before that I had to take care of the...situation myself. Remarkably enough however, I have never looked back since my sister turned her back on me, nearly ruining the coven.
The current interrogation loosens up once Caius pushes it to a close, suggestions what the verdict should be. The black mist is completely gone now and Jane has had her turn to play a little too.
The next morning I stroll up the twins with a pleasant smile, switching on my gift, taking each one of their hands in mine own. Both of their postures remain calm, unsuspicious of my inner searching, because I know they can't read my memories in return. They do not know the real intention for my prying. Their trust for me prevents them from ever questioning me about it every time. And I have read them before, yes, although I am left wondering if there is something I could have missed? Sometimes even the small reminiscences can falter overtime and be distorted, but theirs are not. Alec's memories are the same over and over again, just as Jane's are constant and unwavering. I cannot catch a trace of malice or betrayal in their minds. They have relied on their bond unconditionally from early childhood, never knowing anything else outside of it—never really wanting to know anything else.
Yet, on occasion, Alec may throw out a sarcastic remark at her simply because he appears to be in the mood to tease her. But since its Alec saying it, Jane only rolls her eyes and easily keeps her wrath in check, and Alec leaves the conversation totally free and unscathed.
One evening after dinner, Jane and Heidi are quarreling. Jane, with her shining blonde locks coming undone from its ties and ice in her angelic tone, accuses her fellow vampress of doing wrong (by taking down more bodies than she did apparently). Heidi tries to defend herself using logic, for that's all she had to use against Jane. She reminded Jane that she is somewhat smaller than the rest, and didn't necessarily need as much blood as they do. Why would it matter if she drank less?
I watch from the sidelines, supposing Jane would torture Heidi now. After all, my darling little Jane is basically a slave to her own wicked temper, I'm afraid. And she doesn't favor the lesser guards scolding her. Nevertheless, all Jane does then is shoot Heidi another dirty look as Alec takes her hand and leads her away, promising to take her on a big hunt tomorrow, and the heated scene cools off instantly.
I sigh.
Such a good protective brother Alec is. Such a lucky sister Jane is.
Days pass and I'm still dwelling on such relationships while my thoughts drift back to Didyme.
Was Didyme in the wrong back then? Probably not. From what I know of it, her side of the story with Marcus seemed innocent enough. Between the two, was Aro the one who betrayed her instead when he killed her behind everyone's back? ...I'd say yes more than not. I mean, he basically pulled a "Cain and Abel" with her.
Understand that I wrote this chapter in the way how Aro might view the past. (He wants to believe he was the real victim in it all and he had to kill his sister for the good of the coven. Who knows what's really going on in that half-mad mind of his anyway.)
Therefore, could he sometimes be envious, or in awe by the twins because they appear to be what he wished he and Didyme could have been? If they did have a connection more like Jane and Alec's, could it have prevented Didyme's decision from leaving the Volturi with Marcus? It's possible, and that's what I tried to explore.