Thanks to TeamVolturi45, I’ve remembered that this Fanfic existed. I hope some people still want to read it. xDD And, TeamAroPickle, I’ve made a fanfiction.net account, called MisguidedGhostTwilighter. I will check out your stories on there; please read mine. I’ve started writing a JAlice one.
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VAMPirella
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End of Part 24:
Alec’s POV:
Running my hands through my hair, I turned around slowly, taking in the whole room. I turned full circle, turning back to face Aro, Caius, Marcus and Didyme.
“Who was the last person to see her?” I asked. I didn’t know where I was going with this; maybe I needed to blame someone, or maybe I was just grasping at straws.
“It was Didyme and I,” Marcus answered. “We saw her in the corridor.” He pointed to the door at the back of the room, opposite to me.
“How did she leave?” I kept my eyes on the door as I asked this question, considering walking over to it.
“She jumped out of the window, into the courtyard.” Didyme answered this time, her voice weak at the memory.
“And what did she say before she left?”
I started to walk toward the door.
“She said, and I quote: ‘I won’t be returning. However, it doesn’t matter, because I’m half dead already.’”
I winced at the thought of her pain; I could imagine what her face would like, and I couldn’t force the image from my mind. I was failing; I couldn’t look after her. I had reached the door now, and was gripping the wrought gold handle.
“Why would she say that?” I wondered aloud, as something occurred to me. I stepped into the corridor, striding over to the window. “Why would she tell you she was going?”
“I don’t know,” Marcus mused. It sounded like he was following the same train of thought to me. I was aware of him standing just behind me. “Unless…”
“Unless she wanted us to find her,” I followed, the sudden joy shocking me. I threw myself through the window, taking off at a run across the courtyard. I could hear footsteps behind me; more than one set. They were all just as desperate to find Jane as I was. I couldn’t help but question the reasons behind Aro’s worry, though.
I pushed the disturbing thought away. The main thing was finding Jane, before… I shuddered. The thought of what she planned to do… it terrified me. It terrified me more than being dragged off to be burned at the stake, and more than the moment I was bitten by Aro. Because, then, I hadn’t been alone. I’d had Jane. Everything we’d suffered, we’d suffered together. It was wrong for us to be apart. My eyes were burning again. I didn’t blink it away now.
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Part 29:
Alec’s POV:
This pain, this hurt, this ache that I felt at the thought of never seeing my sister again... I should think of it as a weakness. But, as I stood on the stone window ledge, my hands gripping the sides and my body leaning forward into the breeze, I felt it building in me as strength. It was strength, a power that I could use to propel me; propel me to run faster, faster and stronger than ever before.
I didn’t know where she was, but I would know which path to tread. Her light, sprinting feet would leave no footprints and her scent would dissipate on the wind. However, I wouldn’t need those basic devices of tracking. I would, cheesy and soft as it sounded, ‘follow my heart’.
So, with this determination in my head, I pushed myself with my knees out of the window. I landed on my feet, lithe and graceful as a wild cat, and beckoned to the others waiting by the window to follow me. I didn’t wait to see if they joined me; I didn’t wait to hear their questions and their warnings about he immortal children that were still out here, somewhere, in the night. Why should they scare me? Why should they keep me from my sister? They wouldn’t; they couldn’t.
I ran and ran, my feet barely touching the ground. I could hear four sets of feet running behind me and feel the wind in my hair and the grass on my legs. Something changed behind... no, that’s irrelevant, I can’t focus on that. Jane. I have to find Jane. Jane, Jane, Jane...
Her voice; I can hear her voice. Lost in the wind, but strong and clear in my ears. I spun towards the sound, and I saw her. Her smiling face, her thin nose, and her arms spread wide as she raced towards me... my sister.
He stopped still, and so did she. She was really there; I wasn’t hallucinating. My sister, my darling sister. I hadn’t lost her; she hadn’t lost me.
“Jane,” I heard myself whisper; I knew she would hear me.
I could feel the others stopping beside me. Again, that feeling that something had changed... but it didn’t bother me. Jane was just inches from me now; I clasped her in my arms; my darling sister.
The others were a short distance away; I took Jane’s hand in mine and we walked back over to where they were waiting.
“I was so worried about you, sister,” I confessed, knowing that she wouldn’t take my worry kindly.
She didn’t get angry though; she was obviously too overjoyed to feel the fury that she would usually feel.
“You don’t need to worry about me. You, brother, are the one who got kidnapped,” she replied in a teasing tone.
I smiled. “Yes, but I escaped, didn’t I?”
She didn’t respond; we lapsed into friendly silence as we reached Didyme, Caius and Marcus. Didyme started gushing – in her usual, elegant, perfectly pronounced English accent – about how worried she had been about Jane and how glad she was to see her. She always treated Jane and I as children, in the sweetest, most admiring motherly way, and the way she spoke now was so much like a mother to her child.
“Oh, Jane, we were so anxious for you! I fretted terribly. Oh, please, do not flee from us again!”
She continued as Caius asked me about the immortal children.
“Did you hear of any of their tactics, Alec? Did you discover any weaknesses? What is the structure of their army? How can we destroy them?”
Then I heard Didyme’s tone of voice change.
“Jane?” she asked, anxious.
My eyes snapped over to my sister. Her brow was furrowed, her almond shaped eyes dark with concentration.
Automatically, I squeezed her hand and shook her arm. “Jane?” I wanted to know. “What’s wrong?”
“Something’s wrong,” she whispered. “Someone’s missing... someone’s missing... who is it?” Her voice got higher, more panicked at the end.
I scanned our small gathering. Didyme, Caius, Marcus... Caius, Marcus and... Aro! Aro was missing!
“Damnation,” I muttered. “Aro’s not here. Didyme, did you see him leave?”
She shook her head. I thought back, back to when I’d first had a strange feeling that something was different. We were running... running... running past a cave... the immortal children! Had he gone to them? Aro never good resist something new and interesting. But why, why did he have to choose to study this new and interesting thing? What sort of damage could be caused...?
“The immortal children!” I gasped out.
All eyes were on me.
Didyme grasped Marcus’ hand. “They haven’t taken him, have they?” she asked, panicked.
At once, the rest of us shook our heads.
“No,” Caius said. “He’ll be ‘studying’ them.”
He sneered the word ‘studying’; Caius didn’t approve of Aro’s love of trying to learn about things. He much preferred to just vanquish any risk as soon as possible. Sometimes, in situations like this, I shared his opinion.
“We have to find him,” Marcus said, instantly taking control. Didyme clung to his side as he began to make a plan.
“Alec,” he said, turning to me. “How dangerous are there newborns?”
I frowned. “Well, they didn’t actually hurt me, but...”
Marcus nodded. “But they could have done,” he finished. “How many are their numbers?”
I thought back. “About... twenty.”
“We should go back and get some back up,” Didyme said, anxious, gazing up at Marcus’ face.
He shook his head. “There may not be time,” he told her, gravely.
“Let’s go!” Caius exclaimed. He was desperate to fight; I could see it in his eyes.
Marcus nodded. “The faster we act the better.”
Caius charged off, roaring loudly. We all followed him; Didyme ran just behind Marcus, shaking with her worry. Didyme was a constant worrier; she cared too much, but who was I to talk? I cared enough about my sister that I didn’t realise when my leader disappeared; I was weak with my emotion.
I narrowed my eyes, crouched forward and ground my teeth. We were at the cave now; it was time to fight.
Enjoy the part, hopefully.
VAMPirella
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End of Part 24:
Alec’s POV:
Running my hands through my hair, I turned around slowly, taking in the whole room. I turned full circle, turning back to face Aro, Caius, Marcus and Didyme.
“Who was the last person to see her?” I asked. I didn’t know where I was going with this; maybe I needed to blame someone, or maybe I was just grasping at straws.
“It was Didyme and I,” Marcus answered. “We saw her in the corridor.” He pointed to the door at the back of the room, opposite to me.
“How did she leave?” I kept my eyes on the door as I asked this question, considering walking over to it.
“She jumped out of the window, into the courtyard.” Didyme answered this time, her voice weak at the memory.
“And what did she say before she left?”
I started to walk toward the door.
“She said, and I quote: ‘I won’t be returning. However, it doesn’t matter, because I’m half dead already.’”
I winced at the thought of her pain; I could imagine what her face would like, and I couldn’t force the image from my mind. I was failing; I couldn’t look after her. I had reached the door now, and was gripping the wrought gold handle.
“Why would she say that?” I wondered aloud, as something occurred to me. I stepped into the corridor, striding over to the window. “Why would she tell you she was going?”
“I don’t know,” Marcus mused. It sounded like he was following the same train of thought to me. I was aware of him standing just behind me. “Unless…”
“Unless she wanted us to find her,” I followed, the sudden joy shocking me. I threw myself through the window, taking off at a run across the courtyard. I could hear footsteps behind me; more than one set. They were all just as desperate to find Jane as I was. I couldn’t help but question the reasons behind Aro’s worry, though.
I pushed the disturbing thought away. The main thing was finding Jane, before… I shuddered. The thought of what she planned to do… it terrified me. It terrified me more than being dragged off to be burned at the stake, and more than the moment I was bitten by Aro. Because, then, I hadn’t been alone. I’d had Jane. Everything we’d suffered, we’d suffered together. It was wrong for us to be apart. My eyes were burning again. I didn’t blink it away now.
...
Part 29:
Alec’s POV:
This pain, this hurt, this ache that I felt at the thought of never seeing my sister again... I should think of it as a weakness. But, as I stood on the stone window ledge, my hands gripping the sides and my body leaning forward into the breeze, I felt it building in me as strength. It was strength, a power that I could use to propel me; propel me to run faster, faster and stronger than ever before.
I didn’t know where she was, but I would know which path to tread. Her light, sprinting feet would leave no footprints and her scent would dissipate on the wind. However, I wouldn’t need those basic devices of tracking. I would, cheesy and soft as it sounded, ‘follow my heart’.
So, with this determination in my head, I pushed myself with my knees out of the window. I landed on my feet, lithe and graceful as a wild cat, and beckoned to the others waiting by the window to follow me. I didn’t wait to see if they joined me; I didn’t wait to hear their questions and their warnings about he immortal children that were still out here, somewhere, in the night. Why should they scare me? Why should they keep me from my sister? They wouldn’t; they couldn’t.
I ran and ran, my feet barely touching the ground. I could hear four sets of feet running behind me and feel the wind in my hair and the grass on my legs. Something changed behind... no, that’s irrelevant, I can’t focus on that. Jane. I have to find Jane. Jane, Jane, Jane...
Her voice; I can hear her voice. Lost in the wind, but strong and clear in my ears. I spun towards the sound, and I saw her. Her smiling face, her thin nose, and her arms spread wide as she raced towards me... my sister.
He stopped still, and so did she. She was really there; I wasn’t hallucinating. My sister, my darling sister. I hadn’t lost her; she hadn’t lost me.
“Jane,” I heard myself whisper; I knew she would hear me.
I could feel the others stopping beside me. Again, that feeling that something had changed... but it didn’t bother me. Jane was just inches from me now; I clasped her in my arms; my darling sister.
The others were a short distance away; I took Jane’s hand in mine and we walked back over to where they were waiting.
“I was so worried about you, sister,” I confessed, knowing that she wouldn’t take my worry kindly.
She didn’t get angry though; she was obviously too overjoyed to feel the fury that she would usually feel.
“You don’t need to worry about me. You, brother, are the one who got kidnapped,” she replied in a teasing tone.
I smiled. “Yes, but I escaped, didn’t I?”
She didn’t respond; we lapsed into friendly silence as we reached Didyme, Caius and Marcus. Didyme started gushing – in her usual, elegant, perfectly pronounced English accent – about how worried she had been about Jane and how glad she was to see her. She always treated Jane and I as children, in the sweetest, most admiring motherly way, and the way she spoke now was so much like a mother to her child.
“Oh, Jane, we were so anxious for you! I fretted terribly. Oh, please, do not flee from us again!”
She continued as Caius asked me about the immortal children.
“Did you hear of any of their tactics, Alec? Did you discover any weaknesses? What is the structure of their army? How can we destroy them?”
Then I heard Didyme’s tone of voice change.
“Jane?” she asked, anxious.
My eyes snapped over to my sister. Her brow was furrowed, her almond shaped eyes dark with concentration.
Automatically, I squeezed her hand and shook her arm. “Jane?” I wanted to know. “What’s wrong?”
“Something’s wrong,” she whispered. “Someone’s missing... someone’s missing... who is it?” Her voice got higher, more panicked at the end.
I scanned our small gathering. Didyme, Caius, Marcus... Caius, Marcus and... Aro! Aro was missing!
“Damnation,” I muttered. “Aro’s not here. Didyme, did you see him leave?”
She shook her head. I thought back, back to when I’d first had a strange feeling that something was different. We were running... running... running past a cave... the immortal children! Had he gone to them? Aro never good resist something new and interesting. But why, why did he have to choose to study this new and interesting thing? What sort of damage could be caused...?
“The immortal children!” I gasped out.
All eyes were on me.
Didyme grasped Marcus’ hand. “They haven’t taken him, have they?” she asked, panicked.
At once, the rest of us shook our heads.
“No,” Caius said. “He’ll be ‘studying’ them.”
He sneered the word ‘studying’; Caius didn’t approve of Aro’s love of trying to learn about things. He much preferred to just vanquish any risk as soon as possible. Sometimes, in situations like this, I shared his opinion.
“We have to find him,” Marcus said, instantly taking control. Didyme clung to his side as he began to make a plan.
“Alec,” he said, turning to me. “How dangerous are there newborns?”
I frowned. “Well, they didn’t actually hurt me, but...”
Marcus nodded. “But they could have done,” he finished. “How many are their numbers?”
I thought back. “About... twenty.”
“We should go back and get some back up,” Didyme said, anxious, gazing up at Marcus’ face.
He shook his head. “There may not be time,” he told her, gravely.
“Let’s go!” Caius exclaimed. He was desperate to fight; I could see it in his eyes.
Marcus nodded. “The faster we act the better.”
Caius charged off, roaring loudly. We all followed him; Didyme ran just behind Marcus, shaking with her worry. Didyme was a constant worrier; she cared too much, but who was I to talk? I cared enough about my sister that I didn’t realise when my leader disappeared; I was weak with my emotion.
I narrowed my eyes, crouched forward and ground my teeth. We were at the cave now; it was time to fight.
