Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Author's Note: Aro is sick and twisted. So is Jane. But...Sulpicia suspects an even deeper connection. Reviews are love. -Delta
Cursed
The sun descends, throwing odd shadows against the marble walls upon which she passes as she walks, searching for her beloved.
She wrings her silk robe in her hands and bites at her lip, hoping not to disturb him during important and pressing matters.
It's then that she sees her. That vile and wretched little girl.
And that was exactly what she was, a little girl. Yet the way she set her eyes upon her husband, like that of a pagan worshipping her deity. Worse still, she knew that Aro liked it.
He knew every thought the girl has had. Knew when and where she was thinking about him. How she was thinking about him.
"Master…"
She sighed in adoration as Aro's hand curled around the nape of her neck, "My pet."
His voice dripped like thick molasses, sticky and too sweet to be any sort of delicious. It made her marble skin crawl and her empty stomach wretch.
Sulpicia knew that he would come to her that night, and she could see his hand caressing her neck too. Drinking in her thoughts as he did her body.
She prayed he wouldn't see this when the time came.