Hey! This is a new part of the "Pater Noster" Series… and I figured you guys would like a treat… it is not finished… however! I have most of it written in my notebook, so the moment I have spare time I will type it up and finish it… so I have half a story posted here, and an alternate ending. I need a beta so, message me if you are interested! I need someone who can deal with dark/odd themes… *P.s. for this one I will be writing the section names in Russian, this one will have a happy ending... I think*
Disclaimer, I do not own Twilight, but I can bring Caius to his knees in my stories!
Our Father, who art in heaven,
He saw her at church.
He was wearing a cloak of dusky gray, silently standing at the back of the church, looking at the foolish humans, looking out for the one spreading propaganda that vampires remained in Volterra.
He looked for the man seeing he was not there, and with his guard, went to leave the church. They made their way to the doors, the only human near them a woman.
She thin, with circles under her eyes, overly so. Her hair was long, mahogany locks going to her waist. She looked lost, in a way.
He did not look into her eyes, but he felt a pull to the girl. A light draft came through the window, and, he smelled her.
hallowed be thy Name.
It took all of his limitless self-control to not drain the girl then and there. He clenched his jaw, hearing a small grinding noise, and his posture became rigid. He stopped breathing, simply sighing the short command, "Bring her," before sweeping out of the room.
Behind him, the few immortals stood confused, before beginning the dance to lure the human to the castle.
thy kingdom come,
At the castle, Caius spoke with his brother, telling him of his intentions with the girl. Telling him of his plans of how he wished to kill his la tua cantante. Aro felt pity for the child, her death would not be an easy one, hers' would be a tortured soul, a banshee.
Inwardly, Aro was disgusted with the things he wished to do to the girl. It was cruel, beyond the norm for vampire, torture. The Volturi prided themselves on their level of refinement, that they did unnecessarily torture humans, very much.
But what Caius wanted to do was barbaric, animalistic, going to his barest instincts.
However, he could not stop Caius, he could only reign him in, dampen his ideas, tone him down, and pray for the tortured soul of the girl.
thy will be done,
The girl was in the dungeon of the castle, the depths of the Earth untouched for the most part of three hundred years, chained to the wall, as if she could escape the eyes of the two guards who watched the only entrance to the foundations of the subterranean level. She was standing, drooping from exhaustion.
The manacles were tight on her wrists as well, her skin threatening to break and exposed the precious life fluid. She wore only a tattered black cloak, a gift from Demitri, and her beautiful neck was marred by the bruises from where they had throttled her when she cried out in pain.
Her eyes were bloodshot from her crying in the empty stone prison, her wise brown eyes were dead from the loss of hope to ever live or die peacefully as she had hoped. She would not beg for her life, for she had no wish to live it, for her life was finished already.
on earth as it is in heaven.
He appeared in the cavernous room, in a collared shirt and a set of black pants. The sleeved were rolled up, so that he could move easily, and he looked excited, as he had not been in so long.
He strode up to her, "Why hello precious," he purred into her ear, making her quiver in fear, tilting her head away from him, exposing her neck.
He leaned down, licking a trail from her ear to her collarbone, she shivered, and her undressed state, exhaustion, and the moisture making her unbearably cool.
Give us this day, our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
Amen.
Alternate Ending!
"It's a pity you killed the human girl," Marcus muttered, looking at her corpse in the corner.
"Why?" Caius snapped, trying to free himself of the inexplicable guilt that followed him, "why should I feel guilty for killing the human?"
Marcus' eyes looked at him, filled with an ancient pain, "In the truest sense, she was your soul mate."
English Translation of Chapter Names
Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy Name.
thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day, our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
Amen.