Meet Me When the Wind Changes

As far as anybody was concerned, the Volturi was the bad guy. They were simply there to throw a wrench in everyone's chance at a 'Happily Ever After'. But what horrors brought the Volturi coven around to begin with? This is the story of Jane, Alec, and Demetri and how they came to be.


2. Pain

When I awoke, I thought I was dead. Because I was warm and my body didn't ache.

When I sat up, I became acutely aware of the blazing fire in front of me, the warm blanket is been swaddled in, and the harsh wooden floor under me. I pushed myself to my feet carefully, before making a swift whirl around the room, looking for my brother.

"If it's Alec you're looking for," a smooth voice cut into the air from behind me. I whipped around, faster than I even knew was possible, "you won't find him. He's gone hunting with one of the others."

"Who are you? What do you want?" I asked pointedly, backing myself into a corner. Peering down at my own hands, I was shocked to see that my skin was flawless, porcelain. I'd assumed - and rightfully so - that it would've been gnarled and blackened due to my fiery death sentence.

"My name is Aro, young one." He said cooly, breezing over in my direction. I only slumped down further in my corner, my torn dress crumpling around me, "There is no need to be afraid. I am here to offer you protection. Because unlike your...friendly village folk...I appreciate your talents and would be able to use them."

"Am I dead, Sir?" I asked nervously.

"Yes." He cooed with a smile. I heaved a breath, clutching my chest where my heart once beat, "And no." He reconciled, "You are in the life between lives."



He let the word slide from his tongue like it was common knowledge. I, on the other hand, may have had a heart attack...if my heart still beat, that is.

"W-What?" I gasped, wrapping my arms about my knees tightly as I curled up on the floor. I couldn't handle this.

"You are a vampire, young Jane."

"No. It cannot be. I was burned at the stake. Along with my brother. I should be dead!"

"Sorry to disappoint you, my dear. Now, let us get you cleaned up before your hunt."

He reached down and took hold of my wrist, but I shook him off, "Please. Don't touch me." I pled, curling up in a ball once more, shielding my face from the world.

"My apologies, Miss." He grumbled. I could tell he was beginning to feel out of sorts. Aro didn't seem like the type of person who heard 'no', "Shall I inform you of Alec's return?"

"Yes, please do."

With that, I was alone again, rocking myself like my mother used to. I kept going over everything in my head.

I could feel the stake against my back. I could feel the fire lapping its way up my skin. I could see Alec beside me, eyes closed, body limp; shutting out the pain. There was just no way. Nobody ever survived a burning. Ever.

The only pain I felt now was a dull ache in the back of my throat. I could ignore that, though. For all intents and purposes, I was as healthy as a horse! It made no sense.

Then my memories turned to my father, selling our souls in exchange for him. No father in his right mind would've allowed his own children to burn. I simply wished that he could feel the pain I'd felt. The fire. The burn.

I imagined, instead of Alec, my father hanging on the stake beside me, wailing unintelligible shrieks of pain as the flames engulfed him. I almost smiled at the pain, laughed. Almost.

"Jane, STOP!" A voice shouted, as I was pulled from my reverie.

Once the vision was gone, my eyes snapped upward to Alec. He gazed down at me with worried eyes. I couldn't help but notice his beauty. He was by no means ugly as a human, but brother was nearly god-like.

"Alec," I gasped, flinging my arms wrap around him tightly, "Alec; what's happening?" I whispered.

"These people are going to take care of us." He assured, "You'll have to go feed soon. Then they are going to take us to the new land."

"Feed? You mean-"

"Drink. From a human's neck." Alec said with a huge, toothy grin. I must've looked utterly disgusted, because he felt the need to justify himself, "Jane, Demetri took me hunting not even an hour ago. It is the most exhilarating thing I've ever done. I don't think I've ever felt stronger."

"You mean to say... Alec, you killed someone?" I asked, horrified. He didn't show even the tiniest bit of remorse.

"It's what was have to do to survive now, Jane. We have to or we desiccate. Demetri is waiting for you outside. I can go with you if you'd like."

"No, I'll be fine by myself." I agreed finally. I was going to have to kill someone. But I had a certain someone in mind and I certainly wasn't going to feel bad once I destroyed them. There was only one person in the world that I wouldn't mind seeing dead. My father.

"Jane, before you go-" he grumbled, as I made my way to the door, "Aro believes we have powers. Talents. Something worth keeping. But I'm not sure what mine is. "

"You say it like you expect me to know?" I chuckled half heartedly, "Alec, I don't know anything About these...skills."

"You can inflict pain." He rushed, averting my eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"What I mean to say is, while you were sleeping just now, your eyes flew open and you started shouting bloody murder. Demetri collapsed - he was in here at the time - and he just started writhing. Like he had some sort of epilepsy. It stopped when I woke you up."

"Good." I nodded, not sure how that was going to help me at all, "I shock people in my sleep. Brilliant."

"Now we just have to figure out what my skill is." He admitted.

"We'll start work on that tonight. Right now, I have to go hunting." I admonished, throwing my brother a Cheshire grin, before sauntering to leave.
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