Sorry about the summary, I'm not very good at those. If anyone has a better one, let me know. I'll give you credit. And for those of you wondering why I'm posting a new story, read the author's note at the bottom.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

The Volturi family didn't have much luck with raising their children. The first major tragedy had happened when their son, Aro, had disappeared. Luciano and his wife, Mirella, had lost many children throughout their marriage, but the disappearance of their oldest son had been a shock compared to the common deaths of babies and small children. But they had one daughter who nearly made it to adulthood.

Didyme was a sweet, obedient child. It was very hard to not adore the girl, who was so rarely seen without a smile. Many people were shocked when Didyme was not the first girl of her age to be married, as so many boys wished to have the pretty girl as their wife. This shock only increased when a young man named Aldo asked for her hand. Luciano and Mirella were ecstatic that a boy from a wealthy family wanted to marry their daughter, and Didyme was convinced that her parents knew best.

It never occurred to her that they could be wrong about him.

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Didyme sniffled, and wiped away tears with the back of her hand. She was curled up in her bed, feeling completely hopeless, as his words echoed in her mind.

"You're a very beautiful girl, Didyme."

She didn't feel beautiful. She felt ugly, even hideous. The brunette shuddered, and tried to ignore her feelings. Just trying to push it to the back of her mind didn't work, so she tried distracting herself instead. Sniffling, she sat up, and looked at the used bed sheets. Used…

Didyme suddenly felt like the sheets. She felt used and dirty. Unlike the sheets, though, something was bubbling up inside of her. It wasn't sick, although that had come up a few times. It wasn't anger, she was sure of it. It must have been rage that conflicted with her sadness. Anger seemed too juvenile now, something far away. Anger was what people felt when something bad happened. Rage was much, much worse, and saved for when absolutely horrible things happened.

Maybe, she thought, I'm overreacting. Aldo and I are going to be married. Maybe he has the right to…

She couldn't finish the thought, and she knew it was wrong. She had told him no, told him she needed to be at home, that her family would be waiting… He didn't listen.

Why didn't Aldo need to listen to her, when Didyme had to listen to him? For the first time, Didyme questioned what she'd been told. A cold chill washed over her as she realized that her parents had been the ones to arrange the marriage. Her father, more specifically, even though her mother had supported him.

Were her parents really to blame? Was Aldo? What if she had been at fault? For a moment, Didyme couldn't breathe. There was no way she could've brought it upon herself. She sat there, the only sound her occasional sniffling and heavy breathing, and thought. Finally, she came to a conclusion. First, her parents were a fault, but only a bit. They couldn't have known what would happen. Second, Aldo had hurt her. Third, Didyme was feeling something odd. Something she hadn't felt before. She wanted revenge, and she would have it.

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Didyme stared over the lake, and into the distance. She wasn't looking anywhere, though, only thinking. She had thought that she would feel better now, but she just felt worse. She was ashamed of everything that had happened. She had only wanted to make sure that Aldo paid for what he had done, and that he couldn't hurt anyone ever again. But she had only ruined everything.

She looked down at her hands. They looked clean, and that made her sick. Her hands were far from clean. The brunette would've found it much more appropriate if they were stained red. Didyme slowly walked towards the water, and looked at her reflection.

Her shoulder length hair was messy, and her clothes were wrinkled and slightly torn, with small red spots scattered on her dress. She closed her eyes, and whipped her head to the side. She didn't want to look at herself. She didn't feel like Didyme Volturi anymore.

She wondered what her parents would think, if they knew. She guessed Luciano would be angry and disgusted at his daughter. Her mother wouldn't want her anymore. Mirella might cry, or faint. Like Didyme imagined whoever found Aldo's bloody corpse would. Didyme tried to choke back tears, but failed, and began to sob violently. Slowly, she calmed herself down. She couldn't make much noise. What if someone found her? It was late at night, but it was still possible that someone would notice her.

There was a slight rustle the bushes behind her. Didyme gasped, and jerked around. She couldn't see anything. Looking around again, she turned around, and sighed.

"Hello, Didyme."

Didyme gasped loudly, and nearly fell over. She did something like a small dance with her feet to regain her balance, and then turned to her right, where the voice had come from.

"H-hello," she stuttered, looking at the man in front of her. She could barely make out his features in the moonlight, but what she could see of him was shocking. He appeared to be pale, and his hair was barely visible against the night sky. Didyme could've sworn that she'd seen him before, but couldn't tell where from. "I'm s-sorry, but, w-who are y-you?"

Didyme blushed after she spoke, not sure why she'd been so blunt. She felt relived when the man chuckled.

"My name is Aro."

Suddenly, Didyme realized why she thought she knew him. He looked like her father. Her mind was racing to try and make some connection. She barely even noticed as he stepped towards her. She was still thinking when her neck caught fire.

"I'm sorry. You'll understand soon enough." Didyme hoped so, since she didn't understand anything right now. Who was the man? Why did he look like her father?

The last thing she saw was the man's eyes. They were a vivid red. It was then she made her guess. The man in front of her was the devil, who had come to collect her. After all, she had killed Aldo.

Author's Note: I'm not really sure if this is any good. Please feel free to point out any mistakes. The one thing bothering me is the bed sheets mentioned. Can anyone think of a better word to use, or is it at all time-appropriate?

This was posted simply because I had an idea, not because I'm suddenly interested in Twilight again. I'm probably not going to be updating old stories any time soon. I just thought of this, and I wanted to write it. I'm not sure if this is going to be a one-shot, or a chapter story. Let me know what you think. If I do make this into a chapter story, it'll be a while between updates.