Alternate endings to "Pater Noster"- Some Parts are directly taken from the story to set the mood/context. This is part of the Our Father Series.

I don't own Twilight, but I do own "Pater Noster"

This is what would have happened if the Volturi had never gotten ahold of Edward, therefore she had never offended Caius

She got better, in a way. She was eventually courted by Alec of all people, but that hurt too. In time, she was changed but declined to go any further in their relationship, preferring to stay in her own room. She was in limbo, purgatory, and with out knowing why she was there she couldn't help herself.

Under it all, she hungered for Caius' presence in her life. At times, she refused Alec's touch, claiming she needed to think, in reality it was too hard to pretend it was Caius. Too hard to remember she was beneath his notice. The years were long and lonely to her, though she still appeared bright and bubbly to most of the castle's inhabitants.

Marcus knew the truth, yet he still refused to reveal it, still having hope for a happy ending. By now, Aro knew of both's suffering. Together the two hoped that the two would eventually come together, like Aro and Sculpicia and Didyme with Marcus.

He waited in the shadows, watching as she grew into an even more beautiful rose, one that he was forbidden to touch. One that he had sworn to protect. He watched as she slipped into an unnoticable recluse, yet still taking part in castle life.

One evening, she was in the castle. All alone. On the night of Saint Marcus' Day. Such a thing was unheard of. He sat there, on the oppisite side a divider, both of their respective windows and benches cut into the same wall.

He knew there was no one else in the castle, she was all alone. He sat, taking comfort in the fact she was with him, even if she wasn't there for him.

She felt the sobs overcome her, he heard her heaving with impossible tears. He longed to hold her, to wipe the ficticious tears away with kisses, to give retribution to whom ever had offended her.

She wallowed in her sadness, and he yearned to gigve her comfort, her sobs the only indication she was there. That is, until she spoke.

"Caius," she sobbed. He wondered if she had discovered him, and he silently stepped out of the bay window, moving slowly towards her.

He had taken his first step out, still far down the hall, in the shadows, when she collasped. She fell out of the bench, onto her knees, her head in her hands, her long tresses preventing her from seeing him.

"Why, Caius" she cried, "why can't you look at me? Why can't you love me, like I do you?" He was startled, and took a step back at her confession. He finally realized that if she was his mate, she too would have felt the pull. He felt like a fool for not realising this, and cursed himself for causing her pain.

She was dry sobbing, heaving her chest, when she felt a single tear fell from her eye to her hand. She felt the moisture and pulled her hands away from her face. She saw the clear salt water sitting on her hand. Such was her grief that she was the first immortal to ever cry. She heard a step down the hall, and looked down it, looking to see who had disturbed her eternal suffering, one she had hope to accept in time.

She saw the only man it would truly effect. His eyes were wide, unreadable. She knew he was going to run away from her because she was so ugly. Because she wasn't worthy of him.

She scrubbed the back of hand across her face, as she knelt down in front of him.

Her voice was thick, and he felt abominable for causing this, "I am sorry Master Caius, I did not mean for you to see that."

A moment later, she found he as in front of her. His crimson eyes were soft, and he tenderly pulled her out of her stance, and gently pressed his lips to hers. An eternal lock of a lover's embrace.

The argument starts before Bella commits suicide.

"How dare you," Aro bellowed, glaring at his brother. Isabella would be walking from her hall to Caius' garden.

"What?" Caius snarled, already in a rage from Isabella's rejection.

"Hurt Isabella," Marcus said tranquilly, the arbitor in this argument, as he had been for all of time. Her delicate feet have just touched the grass.

He snarled, "I barely hurt the harlot," watching as Marcus was finally ruffled, as he had not been for eons.

"Harlot?" Aro screeched, "She has done no such thing. She has been true to you-" She has just taken her first twirl, and Aro has made this fact known to Caius. Her attempts to hide her feelings were futile.

"What?" Caius cried, no longer angry, the prospect of her love more than he could have ever hoped for. Little did they know, this future was in peril. This future might not come to pass, if only they looked outside.

Aro realized he had betrayed Isabella, and said in a low voice, "She was lying in front of Cullen, it was part of a plan to bring him to us. She loved you, and you rejected her so." His heart swelled, before he remembered how he had hurt her so. Surely she would never see him for less than a monster now, he did not know how wrong he was.

He felt defeated, and his eyes widened, and he said, breathlessly, "I love her too." Wishing he could take it all back, the strike, the words, everything. That they could start anew.

That moment outside, below the balconny, the three heard breathless voice, her voice, say, "For you, my darling, my Caius." That was when they heard the dancing, that was when Isabella first stumbled, much of her blood already spilt. They were almost out of time, so close.

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Isabella gently took his knife, that she had taken from her room from when he once cut her peaches, a moment she had treasured with the rest, dragging it across both of her wrists, blood blooming on her ivory skin, the releasing making her euphoric, her white dress beginning to stain a bloody red. She smiled softly, looking at the beautiful flowers around her, the crumbling walls that hid her from the outside world, feeling the soft springy grass below her bare feet. She did not hear the shouting above her, the only words that could have ever made her pause, she only had ears for the music only she could hear.

Her blood was laungiudly leaving her body as she took one step forward, twirling as she did so, dancing, below his very eyes, should he have looked down in from the fray above. She leapt about, gracefully prancing almost.

She was humming, a low tune, and said the only line she could think of, dedicating this to him, "For you, my darling, my Caius," in a voice that betrayed how little life she still had. Her blood was no longer leisurly draining, it was gushing, full force her blood was everywhere. It painted the roses an even more vibrent crimson, the grass soaked in the wetness, her dress covered in the life fluid, the walls splattered from her more vigorous movements.

Above her, they heard her words in the pause in the fray. They looked outside his balcony, where he had swore to never look again, and ran as fast as he could, praying silently to the god he never believed existed, his brothers easily keeing up with him in their desperation.

She was still humming, and did not hear the frantic trio shout, "No!"

She finally stumbled, really her leg refused to hold her up for a moment, and she was off balance, an thud audible to her. She hoped it was all over. Her eyes closed, and she found she could not open them. She welcome the dark bliss, where she dimly thought he would never forget her, no matter how little she mattered to him.

He was the first there, first to hear her slowing heartbeat. His eyes seemed filled with tears, the pain overflowing. He grasped her cooling body, seeing a lingering life, a mere flicker in her eyes. He held her tenderly in his arms, gently sweeping her long tresses out of her face, the blood on her dress staining the white shirt he always wore, the liquid doing more harm than good outside her body. He bit her neck, pleading that she would live with him for eternity. That the fragile star would be bright again.

Jane gently bound her bleeding wrists when she erupted in screams. Though he felt horrid to hear her in pain, he smiled faintly knowing it meant she would never leave him again.

As the guards left, he whispered in her ear, "I love you, Isabella, forever," and he heard her heart flutter, even though the frantic beatings, and he knew it would all end well.

What happens when after Caius slaps Bella, he doesn't close the door?

She cast her eyes down again, he did not see the tears fall down in twin collums down her face. "Master Caius," she murmurred, her voice thick with the tears he did not see, "I am here to tell you that I did not mean to offend you-"

She stopped as his hand flashed out, hitting her face with all of his hand, her head snapping to the side. This time, he felt the wet tears on her face, felt the gushing blood, saw the salt water and the blood mix, and he relished in her pain. "You are a weak human, Isabella, you did not harm me. You words have already told me too much," and she fell to the floor.

He was about to kick her away, as was his normal reaction to rejection, when he was suddenly struck by how cruel he was to the woman he loved.

He knelt by her side, taking her unconcious face in his hands, cradeling it as he gently licked the wounds. He lightly coated them in venom, and they closed up, four pink marks going don her face, where his trim nails had scraped her.

He put her in his bed, she stirred, feeling a cool body beside her. She opened her eyes, seeing Caius' filled with pain. She was confused, and he whispered, "I'm sorry, love, so sorry."

She gently quieted him with an embrace that smothered all his fears away, and he was content in her arms.

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She laid in his arms, luxurating in the warm sensations he envoked, a motion so tender she had never seen the bitter coven member this exposed. They sat in the bay window, looking to the outside world, content in their bubble.

He held her, oh so gently, careful not to hurt her now fragile body. He stroked her hair, the only thing that hadn't changed, remembering her beauty fondly. He still loved her, and thought her beautiful, it was just different.

What happens when Caius hit Bella a little too hard?

She cast her eyes down again, he did not see the tears fall down in twin collumns down her face. "Master Caius," she murmurred, her voice thick with the tears he did not see, "I am here to tell you that I did not mean to offend you-"

She stopped as his hand flashed out, hitting her face with all of his hand. He heard a sickening snap as her head twisted to the side. Too far. The silence where her heart beat was thundering in his ears.

The light was one from her eyes in an instant, and she crumpled to the ground. "Bella," he cried as he caught her, he grasped her cooling body, the cool husk that was once his beloved a tiny bundle of flesh in his arms.

Still he fell to his knees, clutching the cold corpse, gently rocking it, taking the care to gently hold her head in his hands, the wounds did not bleed. His hand left no print, her heart had already stopped beating when it got the full impact. He sobbed, "I didn't mean it, Bella. I didn't mean it," he repeated, that was what alerted the family.

Marcus and Aro arrived there at the same time. Their hearts broke as they saw him, Marcus knelt down beside him, as the rest of the guard arrived. Most seemed to be holding back sobs, and Marcus put his hand on his brother's back. The touch did not comfort him, he would never be the same. "Give her to Marcus, Caius," Aro said, hiding his grief behind the command.

He did not fight, Caius held out his arms to Marcus, and he took the body. Caius caressed her face, where the scratches were, and Marcus stood up. "Felix, make arrangements for her to be buried in the garden," Marcus breathed. He gave the body to the guard member, who in turn began to walk away, all of the guard, the wives, and the other two ancients repeating Caius' gentle touch to her pale, marred, cold, dead face.

He was broken, the light in his eyes gone with hers, and Caius Volturi said his last words to her body as they took it away, "But, I loved you."

Bella decides a different mode of death- the argument happens earlier and Bella is left alone

She walked into the bathroom, knowing the ancients would be there soon, opening the medicinal cabinet. She pulled out the only bottle she needed, holding the cup of water in her other hand. She opened the cap, and took out a small handful of sleeping pills. She took them in incriments of three, and by the time she had finished her head felt fuzzy.

She put the bottle back, finished the glass of water, putting it back by the side of her bed, before crawling back into the middle of the bed. A tear slipped down her scarred face as she though of her unrequited love, of her new family she was leaving. She felt a darkness slowly creep into her head.

A moment later, the three brothers walked into the room. Aro and Marcus both sat in the armchairs beside the bed twin images, their arms crossed, their posture rigid, as they glared at Caius. Caius sat on the edge of the bed, his arm wrapping around Bella as he sat straight up. They did not hear how her heartbeat was infimatecimally slowing down, prearing for death.

He bit his lip, and began slowly, "Bella," he started, looking deeply into her chocolate eyes, "I am deeply sorrowful for hitting you," he said caressing her scars, "I was wrong to hit you. I was angry. Frustrated. I thought you hated me."

He glanced at his brothers, all of them still oblivious to her impending doom, "They told me," her eyes widened and she hoped death to come sooner as he rejected her. She was not prepared for his next words, "And I- I love you Bella." She tried to open her mouth, to tell him what was wrong, anything. But the darkness was a heavy blanket, smothering her, killing her.

She fought for life, this wasn't supposed to be happening. Caius was supposed to hate her, and she was to die in peace. She clawed against the blackness, the spots in her vision, but the darkness was overwhelming her regardless. The silence was long, they thought she was stunned, or her feelings had changed, still Caius was waiting for her responce.

"Bella, love, say something," Caius pleaded, shaking her gently. The three brothers looked at her, finally noticing how her heartbeat was slowing.

Isabella Marie Swan, almost Cullen and Volturi, closed her eyes for the last time, and died.