1955
Aro Caius and Marcus were sat at there thrones, Aro's eyes alight with wonder
Caius's eyes burned with rage and shear blood lust. Marcus as always sat there expressionless and looking bored as he always did now days. The coven standing before them was a easy target they had been feeding in the day while there was lots of humans around. Justice needed to be served.
"Now why don't you tell me why you endangered yourself and you coven" Asked Aro flatly gesturing to the slight female to his left it was clear she was the leader as the half crazed vampires listened to her and followed her orders . She shuddered away from his word "Your Coven" according to her she was just a follower off something much larger.
Aro offered her his hand her strawberry blonde curls quivered in fear her crimson eyes darted from side to side glancing at the coven behind her then she stepped forward and took Aro's hand. Aro sucked in a deep breath and sieved through her thoughts and memories
Aro's POV
Her Coven pounced ready to attack little did they know sweet little Jane round the corner her crimson eyes covered by the midnight black cloak she wore was going to incapacitate them any moment. Her brother Alec was going to blind and deafen them while they burned after all they had threatened to expose us they must die. And it saddened me. So much to waste I said to myself. I took the strawberry blondes hand and saw that she was not the leader but sort of manager. Her past was troubled turned 10 years ago at the time of the Jewish obliterating when she was turned she was in her bunk at the concentration camp she awoke alone and afraid her throat parched she killed half of the camp quench her thirst. I heard also in her mind the words "mum" "dad" and my concentration suddenly broke her dry sobs startled me.
"Whats wrong dear" I chided
"Nothing of your concern" she said between sobs
"Ok" was all I could say my long dead heart pitied her
Caius's POV
Filthy nomad's they come here to volterra to take our prey from us steal our food. Not a chance. My eyes took on a red glaze I would have ripped them limb from limb myself but with my age I would have probably have lost and I could expect no help from Marcus he was a vegetable ( you know the horrible things that humans eat) since she died. Then I heard the blond quiver and sob and Aro gently patting her back the big old softie I might get ripped to bits when he heard my thoughts later.
Marcus's POV
Poor girl was all I could think he had lost everything her friends family her life she was broken nothing else to live for she would have taken death a million times over she wanted to die who knows maybe that's why she did it she provoked us to end her life not caring what happened to the others . Why should she no one had cared for her in her hour of need why should she care from any one but herself but underneath all off the pain and sorrow I find a glimpse of hope a tiny spark that she would find her meaning in the world and I wished her well I would not wish my pain on anyone not even criminals and as for Caius I am not a vegetable I am deep in thought about well her… Didyme.