𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 ━━
✧˖*. | ❝Living and breathing was painful.❞ | ✧˖*.
If Cinderella's dream came true, then nightmares could come true too. Her power was not normal nor did it make much sense. Where Alice Cullen was the future, Beatrice Hale was...
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It had only been a day since Alec joined the Olympic Coven and left the Volturi. He learned more of Beatrice. He enjoyed how peaceful she looked when she slept, but he disliked why she slept. The nightmares she had frightened him. He would never admit it because he was too proud to do so, but the thought of Beatrice in pain brought himself pain.
Beatrice had been getting more nightmares every night. She kept dreaming of new people - people that even Edward didn't seem to know, but he knew that something was coming. Every night, she woke up, screaming at the top of her lungs and breathing in the oxygen she didn't need.
Beatrice and Alec were huddled on her bed. She was the only member of the Olympic Coven to have a bed. She didn't quite understand why the others didn't have beds if they were going to have sex in the future, but she let it go.
"Tell me about your life," she whispered.
Alec's hand was wrapped around Beatrice's upper thigh, rubbing his thumb in circular motions. He hummed, closing his eyes to recall the memories of his past.
"It is not a good story," he warned.
Beatrice shrugged. "I don't mind. I'd still like to know."
"I was born in England around eight hundred A.D. I was the son of an Anglo-Saxon woman and a Frankish soldier. Jane is only a few minutes older than me, I believe, but I suppose it does not matter because we are both immortal. We both had strong psychic abilities that were evident even in our human state. Aro told us he knew of us since we were children, but he did not turn us until we grew older because we would have been immortal children."
"How old were you when you were turned?" Beatrice asked curiously, lifting her head up from his shoulder.
He shushed her gently and pushed her head back down. She pouted.
"I am getting there, Beatrice. Bad things happened to people who were unkind us and our family, but good luck followed those who were friendly to us. However, some of the locals were superstitious. They accused us of being witches and we were condemned to be burned at the stake. Aro was informed of our situation by a nomad. He hurried to the village, arriving in time to interrupt the execution. We were turned at around seventeen. We were the most prized members of the guard because of our gifts, but now I suppose it is only Jane who is the most prized."
Beatrice was staring intently at him. "You don't look seventeen."
The corner of his mouth quirked upward. "You look like a child."
