Shall we dance?

[Jane Volturi]

Silence. Jane relished it, every ounce. As she meandered past the glistening fountain in front of the castle she called home. It was past midnight, the moon was hardly visible behind the heavy clouds in the Italian sky.
Even though she was technically part of the "guard", her duties did not include paroles. Yet almost every evening Jane, unless otherwise occupied would walk aimlessly.
The last few years of Jane's existence had passed rather simply. Yes, she had dealt with a few, problems, but nothing major. In fact, if she used such simple language, she would say she was bored.
She walked slowly, even more slowly than a human. She had nowhere to go. She had fed only hours before, two sweet smelling teenage lovers who had not seen it coming. Her eyes were bright ruby.
She walked slowly over to the fountain, and sat quietly on the fountain, enjoying the sweet smells of the air as it rustled past her.

[Rachel Stryker]

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Rachel Jane Stryker
Madness is a Nuisance, and No One is Immune
Your Sister, Mum or Daughter may Become a Raving Loon

And so she was back here. Not the smartest of decisions Rachel had ever made, but in coming here she'd likely avoided them coming for her. She'd started to realise that even her own eyes would grow dark if she was hungry, and thus at this point they were a stormy kind of grey colour; she wasn't too happy about this but there was little she could do. The corset-clad girl wasn't planning on stopping any time.

But the moment she neared the center of Volterra she began to panic; she could smell these vampires. Jane. But no. Rachel didn't bother to ever half do things. She was doing this if it killed her, and it very-well might. There was also another feeling that Rachel found, though, that caused her to laugh a high, joyous note. The nostalgia amused her, and the girl had to prevent herself from skipping. She knew what she was getting into. She knew this was going to end badly. She found this fairly amusing, due to the fact that Rachel had always enjoyed people being rather annoyed at her. And so she quickened her pace, her sense of smell guiding her through the dark night.

"You know, you should think of covering your tracks a little better, instead of childishly allowing anyone to find you," Rachel commented as she came into view of the regretfully pretty, if clearly evil, vampire. "Someone might be following you, darling, and you would never even knew they were there..."

It was easy not to like someone like Jane. But to be her would be so difficult... To live a life so hateful, so completely and hopelessly soulless... Rachel smiled at the thought. And that was why she enjoyed edging the child on, just to get her easy enjoyment. The corset-clad girl turned away from her adversary, already braced for what might come at any moment, and stared quizzicly at the quiet courtyard. Last time she'd been here the smell of human blood had been intoxicating but now, in the middle of the night, had mellowed out into something a bit more bearable.

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[Jane Volturi]

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IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G



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She had heard Rachel approaching long before she came into view. Jane did not turn her body to face the half-bred vampire, the lesser of the species. Jane smiled apathetically.
"I have no need to cover my scent, Rachel." said Jane in a very bored voice.
She was disgusted by the hybrid. The human blood in her veins enticed Jane, but the vampiric scent of her reminded Jane that she was a filthy half-breed.
"Why are you back?" Said Jane. Finally she turned her body around to see Rachel.
Of course she was dressed in her usual attention-seeking outfits. Jane mentally scoffed at the Goth for being so dramatic.
Jane listened to the girls heartbeat. It thrummed as fast as a birds, and the blood it pumped around her body radiated heat, and life.
Jane's crimson eyes focused on Rachels face. It was young, her cheeks flushed with delectable colour.
Jane hadn't used her gift in a few days, and she felt the power prickling behind her eyes. She could so easily disable the hybrid, and just as swiftly rip her head off. But not now. Jane felt little if no interest in the girl. She was tempted to walk away, but her duty forced her to enquire, and perhaps capture, the hybrid.

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