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If Looks could Kill

Summary:
Jane's story from when she was changed. Okay everyone; i re-edited this story; adding more into it. Have a look at it to find out more!


Notes:
I re-edited the original chapter to see if it makes anymore sence (?) Anyway; it's Jane's story on how she got changed, along with her brother Alec. It was meant to be a one shot, but I got fed up with the orignal. Still a little rough around the edges, but hope you enjoy it!


2. Chapter 2

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JPOV;

“Ha, look. Jane’s over there, on her own again!” called a small child in my class, Thomas. He laughed and ran quickly to the other side of the play ground.

Where was Alec?

My hair rippled in the slight breeze as I stayed, leaned against the wall. I was thinking, yet again on the warm grass, it nearly being summer. I was nearly distracted by the pretty clouds above me, but I managed to keep my thoughts under control. I needed my brother.

I had my brother only; my father had died when I was young, so I was used to being alone, and my mother…she stayed at home.

My black hair hung down my face, cut short. It was so much easier than the long plaits I saw the other children with. ‘Playtime’ was nearly over, and as the teacher called us all in, I always stood at the back. Forgotten. Hidden.

“Jane.” A comforting person stood beside me. I smiled, still staring ahead.

“Hello Alec.” I replied, Before we had to walk inside the rooms for school.

When home time came along, I got from my seat slowly, collecting like my ritual the only book we needed then, and slowly trudged out.

“Is your mum meeting you two at the bottom again?” asked a teacher.

“Yes ma’am.” Alec told her. I ignored the teacher, curious on following a dark haired girl out the room. Before she left the door way she flinched like she had been burned…I had no time for remembering her name. I strode away from her, past the open gate and down the hill. Our mother never met me at the bottom. She rarely attended anything concerned with either Alec or myself. I was fine like that. We walked the half mile to and from my house everyday. No one noticed us as we walked with no sign of an adult. We chatted happily on the way home; about the colours of the summer slowly disappearing and the way that things continued to go wrong for us. That was a topic we mostly visited.

Ever since we were born people ignored us. Alec tried to stand up for me, and despite the fact that we were happy together, brother and sister, people didn’t want to just leave us happy.

We got inside the house. My mother was in the kitchen. I barely listened, until a few words registered in my brain.

“Why do you mean! Jack has never entered this house since he left!” her small, pale frame rocked in place, tightly clutching small fragment of paper in shaking hands. I guess, being so small, something traumatic had been written, as my mother, angry, ripped up the paper. She shot a glaring look at me, filled with neglect, and uncaring.

Power.

I flinched from her stare. “Jane.” She hissed. I jumped again, preparing to crawl from the room. “Jane. Your father’s on his way over. I want you to go away. Now!” I didn’t look back as I scurried from the room. I grabbed my shoes, flicking them on my small feet and grabbed my bag again. I ran outside. In time to see a figure, the same olive skin as mine was, muscles built on top of each other, who was running with me.

“Alec? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” He panted, running along beside me.

I heard a scream. A loud bang echoed the scream, if sounded like pans hitting someone. I glanced back. My father, the one who I had thought to be dead was standing over my mother, hitting her repeatedly.

My emotions turned sour. None of them had ever loved me enough to show me compassion, but I still tasted the anger of them. I wanted a part in this. I wanted to turn back and fight them both. I was stopped by strong arms.

“Let me go.” I struggled again Alec’s hold, but a gradual numbing was crawling along me.

“We have to go Jane.”

“No! I want to stay and see-”

“Jane. We are six years old! We have to go and hid. That” He pointed to the man. “is our father, and I don’t want us to get hurt. We stay together, alright!”

“Alec, Jane!” the teacher called our names, louder than anyone else’s. I stayed still, at the same time as the room went quiet.

“Go away.” I whispered.

“Leave us alone” Alec hissed next to me.

“Stop being a nuisance and stand up now!”

“NO!” I screamed, turning over the table.

A flashback of what had happened a few weeks ago came to my head.

I had seen my father hit her before I had run. I had heard her scream, and a fight had opened up. When the reports had come in, it was discovered that my mother had died from loss of blood. They found my father’s body in a nearby wood. Somebody had shot him.

The same bitterness radiated from me where ever I went. Still people ignored me-and I was always angry. I used that. It was power.

“You wicked child!” screeched the teacher.

“Shut up!” both my brother and I yelled at her. I narrowed my gaze, staring hard at the annoying adult. If we wanted to do nothing no one, and nothing would stop me!

The man screamed and fell to the floor. The other children looked at the man in shock…

I was ten. The huge grassy field stretched away from me. The light brown hair, cut short, and my appearance in general was the only thing that hadn’t changed.

A man was standing in front of me.

“What’s you name.” he asked.

“Like you don’t know.” I told him, before hugging onto my brother’s hand.

“What did you do to those children?”

“I didn’t touch them!”

“Then why did they writhe in pain when they were around you! You must be cursed!”

“Cursed?” I wasn’t cursed. I was blessed if anything. I had a power no one could have. So did Alec. We had special powers, and we were going to stay together.

The man ignored me. “You two are going to regret this all! All these funny things that have been happening. All these people in pain, or not even able to feel anything. And it must be you two!

He stalked forwards, and before I could hurt him, he dragged us both up.

“You’re witch craft has come to an end!”

“We’re not witches!”

Other men were around us both now, and I was struggling desperately against the man’s arms.

“Tie them up!” one of them ordered.

That’s when I noticed that we were in the main part of the village. A giant pole was in the middle, and all around were twigs and sticks. The kind we would have used to build a damn across the river when we were smaller. But now we were more grown up.

“Stop!” called a tall man. He was easily the most beautiful person I had ever seen. His whole skin seemed to sparkle in the light. I gasped.

“Who the hell are you?”

“More witchcraft by the devil children!”

Voices were yelling out. I was quickly set down next to Alec by the man. But not before something heavy landed on my head. Everything went into blackness nearly straight away. But not before the angel voice, the person who I wanted to see again had spoken.

“This is the one who causes the pain.” A soft, angel voice had muttered.

Then the village was screaming.

“Quickly Aro, she’s coming around” muttered a voice. A huge shadow hovered over me. I flinched at his touch strange that I could feel something after so much pain. The pain still stabbed at me, biting at my insides. I tried to scream again, but his hand shot up over my mouth.

“Not here little one.” Whispered an older person. His voice was like singing to my ears. I twisted, writhing in the pain. His skin was pale, and he looked like he was about to crumble away. “Felix.” The man continued. “When will she be one of us fully?”

“Not a few more minutes” said the man, I assumed through my pain was Felix. Even now, it was receding. I had no idea how long I had been on this cold ally way floor. I remember screaming, just before it. But I had screamed a lot in the last…however long it was. No what I had heard was different screaming.

It had something to do with being wanted-like the fact that I had done something to someone. But then I had only seen a blur, and the pain.

One person stuck through it all though.

“Alec” I whispered through the stabbing.

The pain.

It had evaporated.

* * *

I was one of them. Or so I was told. I was powerful. I was changed. People feared me even now. I had my master and I had others like me.

I was special among all of us anyway. My master, the one who had found me, and rescued me, had his own unique power. Felix shared my opinions, but did not regard our masters totally. I owned much to them both. My new life was silent, particular and irreversible. I still enjoyed the sensation of nearly flying as I ran. Or hearing what people were saying far way. Or the pure taste of blood.

* * *

Jane walked down the festival. Her clothes covered all signs of skin, not wanting the sunlight to touch her, or risk the view of humans to see. She ran through the crowd. Something demanded her attention. A fellow of hers had said something about a loose vampire causing a nuisance. He was one from an opposing coven, someone who wouldn’t contain the urge to nature and feast on the pure warmth and strength of the humans around her now. How easy just to eat…

But she mustn’t. Jane focussed her attention on what she had to do. To get Felix and Demetri had to get both him…and a human girl inside. Jane grinned wildly. He was causing trouble. She had to suppress a laugh.