Preface
WE stood wrapped in our dark cloaks; an emblem of who we were, what we were. Our coal black eyes focused on the fragile being kneeling on the floor in front of us. Aro floated forward; his cape billowing, exaggerating his mystic, inhuman grace to place his pale finger on the poor girls forehead. She tried to hide how she shuddered at his cold touch; how she wished she was anywhere but here.
Aro smiled dolefully "I'm sorry, dear. You can no longer be of use to us."
"No" she whispered, her lips trembling with fear. "Please."
"You have been valuable to us. We shall be mercifully quick."
He lowered his ashen lips to her neck. She let out a single wail before the rest of us hastened to take our share.