Author's Notes: Wrote this for a Twilight fanfiction contest (waitwhat? yeah. it just sounded like fun if I did Volturi stuff lol) last fall. I apologize for the fail title; titles were not required for the contest, so I didn't bother thinking of a good one. Mmmmm not much else to say. (other than that I loooooovvveeee Jane and Aro and most of the other Volturi. yesss) Disclaimer.
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The child appraised her meal with arctic eyes.
The man's hands and ankles were bound; he lay contorted on the freezing stones. Yet even as the tiles leeched his warmth, his eyes burned with scorching enmity. "You're a monster," he spat, teeth clicking.
A charming half smile lit Jane's face. One who fought back. How entertaining. "I'm fully aware of that, cretin."
The man seethed through his teeth; a trail of bubbling saliva wandered down his chin. "Spawn of Satan, abject scum, horrid stench! You're no better than black maggots which rot in cankered wood."
Dull vermilion eyes flattened. "You've got a tongue, haven't you?" She closed her eyes for a moment, willing herself not to slaughter the man on the spot. For a moment, she was silent. Then, with a contented sigh and complacent smile on her face, her lashes snapped open.
The man's eyes stretched as a noiseless scream ripped his mouth wide. His body thrashed, limbs jerking as some sick joke. Veins shrieked for release in a distorted face; scarlet blood trickled from a broken vessel.
A knock at the door. With reluctance, Jane flicked her eyes away. As she turned, she could hear the human's heavy breathing, laced with tortured sobs.
Aro stood in the doorway, an affectionate smile on his lips. "Jane, my child," he murmured, stepping towards her.
Jane beamed as delight lit her chest, but the distraction nagged. "Yes, master?"
Aro sighed at the sight of the broken human on the floor. Shaking his head softly, he placed papery fingers on her hair. "Love," he scolded gently, "how often must I tell you? Don't play with your food."