If this were any other situation, any other man, any other place, Jane would simply think pathetic.
But this wasn't any other man. This man, lying on the hard marble floor wincing from the mental pain she was projecting him, was her master. The man who had saved her so long ago. The man who had taken her under his wing, and taught her the ways of this new, exiting but so cold world.
She looked up to him, adored him, and would give her own life to save him. This man eventually became her obsession, and the receiver of her affection. She was in love with him.
Aro let out a silent scream, but would not beg for mercy, something Jane found unusual. Any other man would cry to the gods, and give everything they had, just to end this pain. But then again, this wasn't any other man, this was Aro. A stubborn man who would never surrender to his enemy. Because that was what she had become. An enemy.
Her name escaped his lips. Not as a plead for help, but as a acknowledgement of her power. He never used to addres her as Jane. He loved her too much to dishonor her name in any situation, any sentence. He used to think she was an angel, the most beautiful child on earth. And that was what aggravated her the most, she was only a child. He would never see her the way she saw him. He would never feel the warm, tingely sensation, called love, take over every part of his body. He would never be in love with her.
Jane let out a tearless sob. He had hurt her, hurt her pride. He had yelled at her, called her stupid and childish. Said she was a fool for thinking those thoughts. And then, he had slapped her. Like with a hot, iron arm leaving a mark on human skin, he had hurt her pride.
Jane pulled herself out of the dreamlike state she was in, and focused only at this stupid man lying at her feet. Just as the blackness consumed her, and turned her once loving, silent heart into ice, Aro screamed at the top of his lungs. A wish for death to come soon, and end this misery. She would grant the man she once loved, his last wish. She bent down and cradled his head in her lap, like a wife holding her dying husband.
"Goodbye my love," she said while kissing his neck softly.
"I forgive you," whispered Aro before leaving the world he held so dear.
She dismantled him, and set the parts on fire, all while singing the lullaby Aro would sing when she was upset.
The smoke lay heavy in the air, and burned her nose. Down the hall, she could hear the footsteps of the guard, coming to their masters rescue. But they weren't his guard any more, she thought with an evil grin on her face. They were her guard now.
Author's Note: This is a short story I wrote in the car, while driving home from a vacation. This story is my first, and was not written under good circumstances (little sister asking questions non-stop, and the music blasting in my ears).
If you could please take a moment to rewiev, and tell me if I'm a horrible writer, I'd be glad:)