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How I Became

Summary:
I heard yells and cries from the street below and a loud pounding on our wooden front door. Alec’s breathing suddenly ceased, his eyes darting everywhere before finally settling on mine. I looked at him and shuffled nearer, wondering what would happen when they finally caught us. A fanfiction about Alec and Jane set in Volturra in the year 1607. i always wondered how Alec and Jane hadbecome Vampires and after reading their bios on Lexicon, i came up with this.... plz R&R!!! i have also posted this on FanFiction.net under Crimson_Snow96


Notes:
Hi, Please read the COMPLETE VERSION of this sory on faniction.net @ http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4701444/1/How_I_Became love you guysxxx


1. Fear

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I could hear them. Their heavy footsteps pounded on the cobbles outside our house, each moment coming closer, a mob of townspeople, all wanting our blood. My heart was in my mouth, my breaths short and sharp. The fear I felt was immeasurable as I fought back the tears, careful not to show Alec my emotions. I glanced at him now and even in the gloom, it was clear he felt the same as I. His small, pale olive face, framed with short, thick, dark brown hair, was drawn and thin, his midnight eyes full of dread for what was coming.

"What will they do to us?"

Alec's soft whisper was barely audible, yet it filled the humid air with fright and panic. I tried to answer, to tell him that we would be okay, but the words caught in my mouth, choking me. It took several attempts to speak before I finally gave up, swallowing and shrugged my shoulders, clenching my teeth to stop the inevitable tears from pouring down my face. I knew what would happen. I had heard people whisper about it, glancing towards me, their eyes full of loathing, fear and curiosity. My own small hand gripped the silver chain that hung around my neck, the miniature cross digging into my palm; I looked down and to my surprise saw a warm trail of crimson liquid trickling into my lap.

Blood.

God help us.

We were hiding in the tiny storage room at the top of our small, crooked house. Alec was sitting cross-legged infront of me, playing with an old vase he had found piled on one of the many heaps of junk scattered about the room. The vase was chipped and cracked with a faint hint of what once may have been a flower pattern on the outside edge, he looked up at me with his large eyes.

"Jane?"

"yes?" I whispered back

"you woud tell me if something horrible is going to happen right?"

I felt a horrible weight drop in my stomach. We were twins and were rarely seen parted we told each other everything, there were never secrets between us, atleast untill now.

"No stop," I told myself, trying to rid myself of the guilty feeling that overwhelmed me. "You are just trying to protect him"

I nodded my head.

It was dusty up in the attic room and smelled of damp and rotting wood. The roof was right above us and the little light we had came through the cracks and holes in the aged, slate tiles. I looked up through one of those cracks, hoping to catch a glimpse of the moon. Had it been a clear sky, I would have seen a great white orb hanging there, giving me hope. But it was cloudy, the great dark shapes floating across the sky like dark angels, heavy and low in the almost sinister expanse of darkness.

That night was unbearably hot and sticky. It was mid-summer and the heavens had not opened for almost two months. Plague had savaged the small city leaving behind the constant smell of rotting flesh, always present was the fear of death, like a shadow, it followed you everywhere. I felt perspiration run down my forehead; I tried to wipe it away however some managed to land in side my mouth. It was salty hot, and tasted of the constant terror that ran through me.

I heard yells and cries from the street below and a loud pounding on our wooden front door. Alec’s breathing suddenly ceased, his eyes darting everywhere before finally settling on mine. I looked at him and shuffled nearer, wondering what would happen when they finally caught us. I knew roughly; it would be slow and painful, but I was more interested on what would happen after. Would we get to heaven? If our condemners were right we would not. I knew that some thought we would be cast into the fiery pits of hell and burn for a thousand years. Others felt it more likely that we would be welcomed by The Devil with open arms, and be rewarded for our time on the earth, spreading his news. I knew this from listening to the conversations of the people in the streets.

“Devil’s Child”

“Spawn of Satan”

“Witches”

“Murderers”

That is what they called us. Saying such through clenched teeth looking at us with such loathing and hatred I felt both intimidated and angered at the same time. We were not these things. We were innocent of sin, children not even of twelve summers old; but they feared us. That is what I could not work out.

Why? We had not done anything wrong