Warning: There are mentions of a sensitive subject here, such as non-con, and if you don't want to read that, skip certain parts. It won't be the actual thing, just mentions of circumstances that're of a sensitive nature to some people.
Her eyes felt heavy as she was dragged back down to the dungeon, her uniform in tatters around her mauled limbs, venom burning through her body from the dozens of bite marks scattered around her once flawless pale skin. She couldn't even speak, struggle or fight back -she was too traumatised, and the men around her laughed as she was dragged back downstairs.
She heard the violent snarl of pure rage as she was dragged into the dungeon, and one of the men sniggered. "Put her in with him. He can have the spoiled goods." He ordered, and she felt herself being tossed inside, hands instantly turning her over and the familiar snarl sounded again. "Bastards," he hissed and she heard the vile monsters laugh before venturing back upstairs, the dungeon doors slamming shut behind them.
Those hands gave her a gentle shake and she opened her eyes, knowing that they probably looked as numb as she felt, were it not for the constant sting of the venom piercing her frozen body. She swallowed. "I'm sorry," she whispered and he shook his head, shrugging his own cloak off of his shoulders. "You have nothing to be sorry for," he stated quietly, wrapping it around her shoulders before pulling her to him, his back resting against the stone wall at the far end of the cage.
"Why're you being nice to me?" She whispered softly, her head resting on his chest. "We hate each other, and we always make sure we remember it," she added and he hummed quietly, giving her a quick glance down. "Because no one deserves to have this done to them," he replied quietly and she was silent for a moment before answering. "You sound like you talk from experience." She said quietly.
He was silent too for a moment and she flickered her coal black eyes up to look at him. "Jane?" She asked and he went ridged, giving her the answer without even answering her. She nodded, closing her eyes. "I should be used to it," she whispered and he frowned, looking down at her. "No you shouldn't be," he replied harshly but she shook her head. "Daddy dearest didn't just hit me," she muttered and he clenched his jaw. "Then he's even more foul than being simple vermin," he spat and she was silent, her eyes remaining shut.
A considerable amount of time went by where neither spoke, and then he looked at her. "What did you mean, you should've killed yourself when you had the chance?" He asked and she swallowed back the pooling venom. "I tried killing myself shortly before I turned. Its how Geoffrey noticed me immediately. I slit my wrists, sat in an alleyway, and waited to die. Someone found me, bandaged my wrists, and sent me back home to my father. He was livid, I ran, Geoffrey found me, changed me, and here we are today." She muttered tiredly.
He nodded, and she glanced at him. "Why were they calling you a witch?" She asked quietly and he scowled. "Because of how I was turned." He answered bitterly and she frowned before realising what he was hinting at. "Witch trials," she murmured and he nodded. "Yes." Came the short, clipped reply.
She nodded too, not wanting to press further, sensing it was a touchy subject. He was silent before he spoke. "We were gifted children," he began, and she closed her eyes, readjusting her head before listening as he spoke. "Master was informed of our existence while we were mere infants, and he travelled to see my sister and I for himself, deciding to take us when we were mature enough."
He spoke as though it was difficult, and she understood in an instant. "You were outcasts because of it, weren't you?" She murmured and he nodded. "We were. We were known as the devils children, the bastards of Satan himself, and while good fortune followed the few who were nice to us, that was far outweighed by the bad that followed those who were cruel to us, and they were many people in the village. Jane was nicer before we were condemned to burn at the stake; I was more so the one who caused trouble, and as such, I received more of the beatings than her from our father."
That made her scoff weakly under her breath. "Jane nice? That I would have to see for myself." She murmured and he gave a slight smirk, his hand coming to rest on her back. "The trial changed her. They tortured us both in order to get us to confess, then branded us, and then burned us. They tried to get me to confess by using my sister against me in ways that merely furthered her hatred of humans," he sneered the word and she listened, remaining silent as she listened to him. "Master Aro arrived just in time to save us, and he destroyed the entire village while we changed." He finished.
Olivia was quiet while she processed all the information. "None of it was your fault," she murmured and he nodded above her. "I know. We were put into brutal training to make us who we are now, and about a decade after our transformation, we were unveiled to the rest of the world during a battle with over a hundred Romanian recruits changed by them in order to oppose the Volturi. We annihilated them easily."
She opened her eyes at that and he looked down at her. "Do you want to talk about what happened upstairs?" He asked quietly and she shook her head, eyes squeezing shut once more. "No," she whispered in a clipped tone and he nodded. "Then I won't make you." He murmured back.