Okay, this is only the Preface, so it's terribly short. Sorry! However, the chapters will be longer, so no worries.
Aro's Point Of View
A vampire was escorted into the throne room by Felix and Demetri. Jane usually chose to participate in the trialing, but alas; she was out with Alec, rounding up tourists for all of us to snack on.
The vampire flinched.
"Introduce yourself," I commanded of the inferior.
"Edward."
"Ah, Edward. Now was that so hard?" He scowled, at which I just laughed.
"Come," I ordered him.
He approached my throne casually, as if he was in the comforts of his own home, instead of the Volturi Castle. How reckless can he possibly be, when in my presence?
Edward flung out his hand, and I rolled my eyes, but met him halfway with my own. At first, I only saw darkness-why?-and then, I saw someone who I never thought I would see again, especially after she just walked out the chamber door so many years earlier.
I gasped, and forced the memory down. He obviously could read minds from a distance, without any contact, and I couldn't risk him knowing the truth, especially is she had never once told him.
"Aro, I have come with a goodbye," she told me one day.
"For how long will you be gone? Shall I see you again?"
She sighed and looked down, away from me. "I suppose you might. One day, perhaps, in the future. Not for a while, though. However, before I do leave, I must give you one command."
"Anything," I promised her.
"Trust no one, and be careful." With that, she ghosted out the door, pausing just to hand her charcoal cloak over to Felix, and a final glance at me.
That was the last time I had seen her, and it had been over a century.
"Do not test me, child, for I have lived many more a day than you," I warned icily, my voice never once cracking, or showing the pain and the weakness that my memory brought about. "Now, what is it that you seek?" I asked him.
"Death," was his solemn plea.
"For many reasons, it shall seem, I cannot grant your wish, Edward."
His face remained blank, void of all emotion. His eyes, however, was a different matter entirely. They flickered through many different feelings: Anger, confusion, hopelessness, hopefulness, and a little more anger.
"Of course," he muttered, his decibels gradually growing. Of course that's what you tell me when my only wish would be death, and not even that can be granted! My love has died, and I do not wish to remain without her, not in any lifetime. My only future, is gone…" he trailed off, his voice lessening again.
"How Romeo and Juliet, of you, Cullen, to wish for death over life, in place of a loved one. I cannot imagine doing such, but then again, I did not love like you."
"At least," Edward begged, "tell me why. Why wont you?"
"For one, you hold too much power. It would be a waste. For another, well, I shall not be sharing that bit of knowledge. It would give away far too much, Edward, and how would that be fair to the rest of my people?"
"My power is a waste if it only brings me grief."
"Oh, how I wish you could donate your gift Cullen, I really do. But, you know that it is only your gift, and you cannot exchange, do you not?"
"I do. But, know this, Aro. I will be back, and when I am, you will want nothing more than to dispose of me."
And with that, he left the room.
How was that? If it's horrible, I'm sorry, but I blame having to write in Aro's POV. He's just icky. Please review, but I'll understand if you don't. Still, please review. :)
~Shecanandshewill