Sam' POV
"Alec." I said as I looked at him, still deep in thought. His face was the picture of agony, which made me feel helpless for the very first time. "Alec, please talk to me. Are you right? I'm such an a-hole. I should learn to keep my mouth shut."
"Sam, I... I think I need to tell you the story of how Jane and I became what we are today." his usual silky voice was now rough and hoarse. I got up from his embrace to face him properly. I put my hands on his temples and made him focus on what I was about to say.
"Alec, I can tell that you're not comfortable with talking about it. I won't push you to tell me. It has to be your own will. You know that I'll always be here for you whatever happens. But I want you to trust me, not feel obligated to tell me. Are we clear?" I asked him. He hugged me tightly and I could almost feel the recent add of negative energy flow out of him.
"You're right but I trust you. You will never fully understand me if you don't know my past. But I shall warn you. It's not a pretty story." he said as he leaned over a tree trunk and pulled us in a comfortable sitting position.
"As long as you'll feel better I'll even go to hell for you. You're the only reason why I don't quit."
"Well, as I told you, Jane and I were born in 1703 in a little village in Germany. When we were born, everyone was amazed. At that time, women lost their babies like flies. It was quite a surprise when our mother gave birth to two health children. We lived a prosperous life full of happiness. My father was hard working and we were slightly richer than the average peasants. Our ancestors were wise and by the time my father's generation was born, we had enough money to live in a comfortable, almost luxurious place. Everything was going smoothly for us until Jane and I were ten. I shall remember that day until I meet my final death. It was raining hard and Jane was at the windowsill, waiting impatiently for mama and papa to return. They had some business to conduct and had to leave home for a week. Maryann, our maid was cleaning up after supper and I was helping her. Then our uncle came and told us that our parents had both died in a flash flood and that everything that our father possessed was rightfully his. He had lost the inheritance since our dad was the first born. Jane started crying and through sobs asked him what would happen to us and he told her that we would end up in a place where abandoned and orphan children go. Maryann opposed him. She said that as long as she's alive she'll never leave us. He hit her hard but she was quite strong for a woman and she tried to defend herself. He griped her hair and pushed her down the stairs. I'll remember forever the sickening crack we heard as her head hit the floor. I tried to restrain Jane from going down the stairs but she managed to get away from me. I ran to catch up with her and I found her with blood all over her hands and nightgown. She was stroking Maryann's bloody hair and crying so hard that I though she would die too. I went to comfort her but she pushed past me and darted upstairs. She tried to hit Uncle but he pushed her and her head hit the windowsill. Then Uncle spit on us and left us in the dark. Jane was not hurt so badly but her head was bleeding. After a while Jane calmed down and we went in our parents room. We said a little prayer so that God would guide mama, papa and Maryann to heaven." he said.
His mind was no longer next to me but in some far away place, I could almost see the little Alec comforting his sister while trying hard not to cry. Trying to be strong for his little sister.
"Oh, Alec." I said and I hugged him a little.
"We managed to smuggle some family heirlooms before they came back for us. Uncle started beating Jane for shouting at him and when I tried to defend her he slapped me across the face. He made me carry Maryann's body outside. When we arrived at the place we were supposed to stay; we were horrified. The building looked more like an ugly prison rather then a place for children. There were metal bars at the windows and many long walls to prevent the boys from entering the girls' dormitories. The trouble began only a week after. Though mass was obligatory everyday for both boys and girls in a room in their own dormitory, on Sunday we had to go to a chapel were both girls and boys could attend mass. That would earn Jane and me a few minutes to talk. Her face was twisted in pain as a nun had beaten her. She hadn't eaten anything for two days and she was starving. Jane always saw the bright side of everything. She told me that another nun was kind to her and she would give her some food when the other nun wasn't looking. That night Jane was awake waiting for the kind nun to bringthe food. After she gave Jane the food, some thing happened and she fell down the stairs. Since Jane was up she went to see what happened and once again she saw the blood and went rushing there. The cruel nun came in and saw Jane, with blood all over her. She started shouting that Jane was a murderer. Everything went downhill from that moment. Jane was beaten everyday, she was starving as no one bothered to give her food except the little something I managed to give her on Sunday without no one noticing. She was not allowed to sleep with the other girls and she had to stay away from everybody. Things for me weren't going great either. I was very weak as a child so I was bullied often. The older boys would steal my food and the teachers hated me as I was the 'witch girl's brother'. I was beat often. In fact I still have a few scars that are still barley visible." he said as he removed his tie and a few buttons and showed me his shoulders.
He was right. There were multiple, barely there white lines. I kissed his shoulder before I could stop myself. I kept thinking of little Alec getting whipped. It made me fell very, very murderous.
"Alec..." I mumbled. What else was there to say?
"But Jane was far worst than me. At night I would think about that nun and wish her all the worst and unfathomable ways for her to die. And one Sunday night after seeing Jane looking dead on her feet I got so angry that I closed my eyes and pretended to squeeze that nun's heart. I don't know if it was just a coincidence that they found her dead in her bed the following morning or if it was a small manifestation of my powers. Did you ever wonder why you are able to glance in the past, present and future?" he asked me.
"Yeah, when I was human I recall that when I would have a bad or a good feeling about something I would always be right. In fact I remember quite well that before I was turned into a vampire I was thinking that I would meet somebody on the road that would want to hurt me. Of course I was thinking about a rapist or a kidnapper not a bloodsucking monster." I concluded dramatically. I couldn't help not noticing the fact that I was slowly forgetting my human live. The memories felt fuzzy. They were listened with week ears and witnessed with week eyes. Anyway, I really never cherished those memories. My human life flunked big time.
"As you know then that man raped Jane. From that time on Jane changed, she was not her self anymore. She killed or injured many of her bullies one night. It was as if a wall was built around her heart. She hated everybody except me. That man ended up dead a week after he rapid her. And the people suggested that it was me, as he was staying in the boy's dormitory. They were right. From that moment on I knew we had to leave as the people were plotting to kill us. We spent about nine months hiding from the people. They were looking for us. Jane was slowing us down as she was terribly sick. She would cough so hard that blood would come out of her mouth."
"Tuberculosis." I thought but I must have said it out loud as Alec nodded.
"The people caught us when I stooped at a house to ask a family to give us some scraps. They took us back to our home town. They did terrible things to us that I swore I would never tell another soul. Finally they burnt us. Jane was shouting insults at the crowd and wishing them all the pain that we were suffering. I, on the other hand, was quiet. I wanted to let go of the pain. I wanted Jane to stop suffering. The pain was too much! I could feel my skin melting under the hot flames. By the time Aro and the others arrived to save us we were unconscious. The next thing I know was that I woke up as a vampire after feeling a terrible pain once more." he finished with eyes closed.
"Don't worry Alec, you're with me now. Nothing bad is going to happen." I said as I tilted his face to mine. We were so close that with every word I said my lips would brush with his. He finally kissed me so deeply that I thought I would faint in his arms. We must have kissed for a long time.
"You know, I can relate about what happened to Jane in my vision." I said softly. It was not a memory I liked to ponder on. Suddenly his sweet and anguished face became outraged and confused at the same time.
"What? But you smell untouched! You have the blood of a virgin! Has a man put his hands on you?" he asked me as he held my head tightly between the palms of his hands.
"No, no! I am still a... virgin. But something happened and I was almost harassed. Luckily I had an encyclopedia in my hands and very bright reflexes." I said shyly. I smelled untouched? How could he smell me and realise that I was a virgin? Unfortunately he still looked baffled so I had to elaborate.
"Would you like to tell me what happened?" he asked me gently as if the trees would fall on us if he spoke any louder.
"Well, long story short. I was a selfish girl living in a prefect world until my dad died when I was eleven. I had everything I wanted as we were quite rich. My mum couldn't get over my dad's death because she was a weak woman. She needed a man to support her. So she went online and got herself a long serious of boyfriends. Since she didn't care anymore I had to take care of everything so I had to put away my snotty attitude and put on my big girl pants. But I couldn't stand her bedmates which would end up being my step-dad for some months. One of these bedmates had a son older than me. Once my mum and his father went out, he invited some friends over. I despised him and his friends so I stayed in my room. They got drunk and he came in my room and started talking gibberish. He tried to put his hands on me but I slapped his hands right away. Then he tried to touch me by force so I kicked him hard between his legs and in his head with the encyclopedia and he was unconscious before you can say 'ouch'." I said smiling as I remembered his howl of pain as my leg fractured his family jewels. He darn right deserved it.
Alec's POV
I couldn't believe that some filthy low life almost got his hands on my girl. Just the tought made me want to rip his throat.
"That's my girl! Tough and feisty." I said as I smiled at her, trying to hide my murderous glare. She grinned back at me.
"Alec, can we to my room? I really need to change. Take a good long glance at seventeenth century Lady Samantha as she's going in storage." she said as she got up.
"Of course. You should take a bath in the vanilla bath salts. They are really relaxing and after that fight with Jane you really need to relax." I advised her. She nodded and we left for her room.
"Can I enter?" I asked her politely.
"Of course." she said as she took my hand and led me in. "Would you mind waiting for me while I shower? I promise I'll take the shortest shower in all time."
"Not at all. Take all the time you need. It's not like we are going to die anytime soon." I told her and her smile broadened. I watched her as she ran across the room, picking up a dress from her closet. Not that I would have minded watching her in her underwear. She was a sight for sore eyes.
"Man, I really miss jeans." she said with a sigh."The next time I'll go out I'm buying some jeans for sure. I really hate skirts. Especially long ones." she said as she looked at the dress with exasperation.
"In my times women always wore skirts. Nowadays woman aren't the same as they were three centuries ago." I thought out loud. I sat on the bed and looked at her as her expression changed from irritation to anger.
"Don't be such a sexist. Woman can do everything that men can, and maybe even better." she said hastily. I noticed how defensive and aggressive she got when people, even involuntary, hinted that she was weak. I acted quickly, as I didn't want her to get me wrong.
"Don't get me wrong. That was just a fact. In my opinion women have improved their living. They have every right to be treated as equals as males." I said matter-of-factly.
"Good." she said and she leaned on the bed to kiss me quickly before she scurried into the bathroom.
I sat there quietly and focused on what was happening in the other room. I heard the water rushing and the soft sound of the silky fabric sliding off skin. I had to restrain myself from bursting through the door and touch that soft skin myself. Then, everything that happened came back to me. Why had I told her what happened to me in my human days? I never told anybody else about that except for Jane. And Jane was a chapter of her own. What in the world was happening with her? She knew that nobody in the whole wide world could ever replace or even dent the bond we shared, yet she still was jealous of Sam. And Sam, well, I didn't know what I should think about her. She was different and she made me feel like a different person. I would never get bloodlust when I was with her, she almost made me feel... human. Sometimes it made me feel awkward. Around her I would feel a little annoying throb on the left side of my chest. It enraged me so much that some useless low life put his hands on my girl. She was mine and nobody could touch her except for me. She was my virgin. It was a sign.
What was I saying? If she had heard what I just thought, she would have clawed my eyes out. I squeezed my nose bridge. Well, at least I was certain on one thing. I would mate with her sooner or later. I wanted her. I wanted to feel her soft peachy skin under my hands while she screamed my name.
Oh God please spare me. I was truly going mad.