Chapter 7: Suicidal
Disclaimer: Still WISH I could own the Twilight Saga and it's characters, but Stephanie Meyer does!
"How are you going to do it?" Elta asked Aro tentatively.
"Well, it will have to involve you disappearing and never returning or returning after a very long period of time," Aro explained. Jane raised her hand again, smiling at her master. "Yes, Jane, dear one?"
"The possibilities are numbered. Kidnapping, murder, or suicide," she explained calmly. Aro nodded.
"Yes, you are correct. But there are flaws with your choices!" he exclaimed, "She cannot be kidnapped because of the simple fact that people will look for her! If her parents put out a worldwide search for her, someone in Africa could recognize her!"
"That is true, master. But then we have the other two possibilities under the heading of death," Jane said a bit scornful, unhappy to have one of her brilliant plans shot down.
"Death was always the reasonable cover," Aro said, deliberating, "But not murder!! Volterra is considered one of the safest cities in the world! I will not have it tainted by the murder of a 16 year old girl!!"
"So I commit suicide. And how would we do that in the most believable manner? Slitting my wrists wouldn't work seeing as that would not affect my body, anymore. Pills wouldn't truly show up in an autopsy," Elta said, choices flashing across her eyes. Jumping!! Walls!! No, the walls are too low for death… Elta thought. Then it hit her as she looked at the ceiling of the room. "So which turret am I jumping off of?"
"Brilliance!! Such intelligence you show us, young one!! Almost unbelievable!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands. "Now, you will jump off the west turret, seeing as it is uninhibited and has a marvelous stair well to the top! I assume you can jump, scream, land, stay still, lie in a coffin, be buried, then wait for us to break you out?" Aro asked. Elta thought about this and nodded.
"I can do all of those things. But how shall you break me out??" she asked.
"Very simply, really. We wait until nightfall, then dig you up, get you out, and rebury the coffin," Jane stated as if it was a kindergarten math test. Elta thought, nodded, thought some more, and nodded again. Then Elta sighed.
"How is my three day absence of changing going to be explained?" Elta asked suddenly. Aro smiled.
"Well, Elta, you were becoming depressed. You had been cutting yourself for quite sometime. You saw the Saint Marcus Day Festival as the perfect chance to run away. As you hid in the deep alleyways of the city and it seemed no one was looking for you, you became suicidal. After your fourth day of disappearance, someone sees a red figure atop the west turret and shouts 'Look up there!' They will all look as you take a leap, your shrill screams echoing throughout the city walls. You'll land with a deafening crunch. When they whisk you away to the hospital, you won't be breathing and your heart will be silent. They will take you to the morgue. Two days later, they will dress you in your family's choice of clothing and put you in a casket. The viewing will be held that day, the ceremony the next day. That night, Felix and Demetri will sneak to the cemetery and dig your casket up, letting you out. You will return to this turret with them," Aro explained, talking with his hands through it all.
"You really go to elaborate lengths to keep up your charade going, don't you?" Elta asked. Aro only smiled.
