AN: Okay, so first off, thank you to shippergirlky, and a Guest, for reviewing chapter 1! Again, Chapter One was not my own work, but was written by vampireisthenewblack who started this as a one shot called What We Can Be. Thanks again to vampireisthenewblack for making your work available to adapt through Creative Commons, and kudos to anyone who chooses to do the same!

This is the first chapter that I myself have written, and it is a little short because I want to make sure I'm going in a good direction with this before I take off and start running. Since it began as someone else's idea, I am really hoping to get good feedback and I want to be as true to the source material as possible. So please, let me know whether you think I have done that or not, and if I get a big thumbs up from all of you, then I will feel confident to grace you with some longer chapters!

As always, I am not Stephenie Meyer. But I think you knew that already ;-P

-Hugs! BMW

'Open to me, my sister, my love,

my dove, my perfect one;

for my head is wet with dew,

my locks with the drops of the night.'

Song of Songs 5:2

Chapter Two: What Happens Now?

Jane's POV

"Are you going?" Alec asks me.

I don't move from my place beside him lying in his bed. My fingers continue to run through his silky hair as I contemplate the question.

"Do I have a choice, Brother? It will be mandatory to attend." I sigh, wishing nothing more than to stay wrapped in the comforting arms of my twin.

"I do not wish to go either. Maybe we could speak to Aro. He would surely understand." he suggests.

I shake my head. "No, we must not weasel out of it, though I would like nothing better. Aro might understand, but the others would talk. And gossip is something I wish to avoid now. We will go and share in their joy, even if it makes us miserable." I acquiesce, beginning to untwine myself from my brother.

Before I am completely off of the bed, he reaches out. Grabbing me by the arm, he pulls me roughly back into a tight embrace, his tongue gliding lightly over the smooth skin of my throat. "Who said anything about leaving yet? There are still hours before we have to be ready for the ceremony." he whispers, leaving a trail of kisses leading up to my earlobe before nibbling it thoroughly. His breath is sending delightful shivers up my spine.

"Ready to go again Alec? This would be our sixth time this morning! What is it the humans say? Something about an energizer bunny? Whatever that means." I cannot help but giggle.

He growls softly as he cups my breasts possessively. "Yes well... with as many centuries of pent up frustrations as I have under my belt, you can bet I won't be sated for quite sometime, little sister. If ever. I am afraid my dear girl, that I simply cannot get enough of you!" And now his body joins blissfully with mine once more.

Altogether too soon, I have to bite ferociously into his pillow to keep myself from screaming out with my release. We are, after all, not alone in the castle. Following me over the edge, Alec looks around us. He laughs lightly at the shower of feathers it seems I have inadvertently caused in my frenzy. "Do not make fun of me!" I huff in a whisper. "Would you like it better if I had simply cried out and alerted all of Volterra to our coupling!?"

"Yes." he says, surprising me. With a sigh, he explains,

"Either we are doing this or we are not, Jane. What you make me feel, it transcends the barriers of law and decency. We are the exception to an age old rule Jane and I will not cower in fear that we should be discovered. While I might be ashamed of the weakness that led me to succumb to this in the first place, I am not by any means ashamed of the young lady lying in my arms. I am proud to be your brother and your lover, and I couldn't give two figs who knows it!"

I cannot help that my jaw drops during his declaration. Is this really the same boy who tried to talk me out of this three months ago when I first approached him? Have I really weaved such a spell for him to change his tune this much? I cannot help but be a little proud of myself at his words. Hearing him acknowledge our actions so boldly makes me feel justified and even powerful.

"Kiss me." I say, leaving no room for argument, needing to feel his lips on mine.

He smiles like a little boy who just won a prize at the carnival. "With pleasure, milady!" he laughs, proceeding to meet my mouth firmly, overtaking it with his own. I may be all of four feet eight inches, but in Alec's arms I always feel ten feet tall.

The wedding is simple, in the sense that it is simply extravagant. I will not lie and pretend that it does not hurt me to watch Aro himself give Chelsea away. I have always thought of him as our father. He sired us. He saved us. He took us in and made us feel wanted. Important. We are an asset to him, but he has also cares for us as more than that. If I thought Aro capable of love, I would even say he loves us. I do not know if it is love, but at least, it is affection and admiration.

I do not want to be jealous of Chelsea. I barely even like Afton. He is not the cause of the jealousy. It is merely the fact that everyone around us keeps finding their mates. And yet here we are, a brother and a sister, resigned to belong only to each other. As much as I love Alec, I am scared of what we have and scared of what it might mean.

I have not had the courage to ask Marcus about us. I am scared to know. In the months since I first approached Alec, I have come to feel so strongly for him as more than a sister. To the point where it pains me to be separated from him. I am scared of what this might mean. I do not know which is worse. The idea that it could mean something, or the idea that I want it to enough, that this is all just in my head and that nothing will ever come of it.

Which is a more frightening concept? The possibility of learning you are mated to your own brother, or the possibility of spending eternity alone? If only there were another, better, option for us. If only there were others out there, young ones like us. If there were anyone else to love us.

Many years ago, when we first met the Irish Coven, I thought that surely their Maggie would be young enough for my Alec. That maybe he could finally be happy. After all, there was only three years difference in their age and she is the youngest one we have met that The Guard did not destroy. It seems that the covens are all so terrified of breaking the law of Immortal Children, that they seldom even turn teenagers.

Aro will not set any specific age to the law because, as he explains, children tend to be more immature nowadays than they were back in our time. At twelve, as a human, I was practically considered an adult back before we were turned. If not for the trials, I would have been dealing with would be suitors soon enough. These days, children still attend regular school until they are seventeen or eighteen.

Alec shakes me out of my melancholy thoughts by whisking me out onto the dance floor. The wedding has passed me by in a blur and I barely even noticed the ceremonies completion or the beginning of the reception. It isn't until I look into my brother's eyes that I fully snap out of it. Then I am lost to an entirely different thought process altogether.

I momentarily forget myself. I inexcusably forget where we are and who we are and why we cannot be, and I do the unthinkable... I kiss him. Soundly and deeply on the lips. And he is too startled (and far too enamored with me) to even think of pulling away. It is not until I hear the gasps from those around us, that I realize what I have done.

We are caught.

AN: Oh no! What happens now!? How will the Volturi react? What do you think Marcus would make of their bonds? Are Alec and Jane meant to be mates, or will they ever manage to find love without 'keeping it in the family?' Don't forget to press review and let me know what you think!

Mwah! Xoxo!