Aro~
"Feast, dear ones." I purred as my prizes pounced on the unsuspecting tourists. I snatched a young woman up. She was pale, with blue eyes, and fine blonde hair. She was Russian, how rare.
As I bit into her skin, her memories of her sweet little daughter flashed through my mind. Dear little Felicity seems to be lost. She was probably among the dead already. I didn't bother searching for a small six year old girl from Russia amongst the corpses.
My next victim was a man. The most peculiar thing, he had also lost his seven year old daughter, Didyme. They were from Ireland. I found it bemusing that his daughter is named after my sister. Not, that the man knew of my sister.
I turned to search for my last meal to find a woman running and screaming for Amaria. I grabbed her and snapped her neck. Amaria, another little girl who has gone missing from her parent's side before the feast. How...peculiar. I drained the London native and piled her with the corpses.
Just out of curiosity I search for three small bodies. I found none.
"Santiago, my dear one, dispose of them...and search for three young children. Three girls. One brunette, one blond, and the last with red hair. I want to make sure that the small children are indeed dead." I commanded as I returned to my throne. Caius cocked his head at me with narrowed eyes.
"Why do you wish to know if human children are dead or not, brother?" he asked. I took my seat.
"Because, brother, their parents didn't seem to know where the three younglings were before the feast." I replied. He scowled but remained silent. I waited for Santiago to return.
"Master," I looked at the vampire, "I found no children among the dead." I frowned.
"Gather Felix and Demetri, Santiago. I want those children found." I demanded. He nodded and left with Felix and Demetri. They were almost out of the throne room when Sulpicia and Athenodora entered.
They both carried a child, while a third skipped and hopped happily between them. They were the missing children, indeed, my eyes did not deceive me.
"Aro!" Sulpicia, my lovely wife said with a brilliant smile as she held dear little Amaria in her arms. "Aren't they precious?"
"Yes, they are." I said staring at my mate incredulously as she let the small child with unruly red curls messily braid her golden waves. Athenodora made a straight line towards Caius who was staring at the small fair haired, Russian doll Felicity who was fast asleep in his wife's arms.
"I want her, Caius. I won't take no for an answer." The fine blond woman declared as she stood in front of her husband. Caius was never one to take orders lightly unless they were from me or his wife.
"Please, Aro, may we keep them?" Sulpicia begged me with pleading red eyes. Who was I to deny my loving mistress a chance to be a mother? I sighed and looked over at Marcus for help to find that he was holding the third child, Didyme, as she showed him her pictures in her little book. He was smiling, such a rare sight. I sighed in defeat.
"Yes, you may care for the younglings." I smiled softly as my wife bent down and pressed her lips to mine.
"Thank you, my love." she purred in satisfaction before turning her attention to Amaria. "Come now, Amaria, you said you were thirsty."
I looked over to see Athenodora place the sleeping Felicity in Caius's lap. He scowled but held the little girl as she curled up in his arms. She suckled her thumb as her other hand fisted in his suit. I watched in disbelief as my brother's sour face softened as the small child cooed in her sleep.
Marcus's soft chuckled pulled my attention to my lone brother as Didyme told him about her dog, Grá.
"...He's an Irish Wolfhound. He's taller than me, even when he's on all four paws!" she informed Marcus excitedly. "They used to use Wolfhounds to hunt the bad wolves that ate the sheepses. Isn't that cool?" The little girl asked. Her bright grey eyes twinkled with unanswered questions and mischief. She pushed a stray curl of dark walnut hair back into the thick, unruly mass of hair that seemed to engulf the small girl.
"Interesting indeed, young Didyme." Marcus mused.
Who am I indeed to deny their happiness? I thought to myself as three small girls wormed their way into the heart of the Volturi.
Tehe, I so ornery! I hope you enjoy this story. It's just a side project. Full of humor, family fun, and vampires learning to raise three little girls. I wonder what might happen...
Oh, and P.S. grá means love in Irish.