I DON'T OWN ANYTHING TWILIGHT RELATED.

Hey people, I am very sorry about the late update but I have had several deaths in my family to deal with. It is true what they say when they say that when death visits, he collects in bulk. Tomorrow I will attend the fifth funeral in two weeks.

But on with this chapter. There is nothing happy about this one and not for the reason that the Volturi has arrived. No………..it's because in this chapter you will be told of Varsha and Sangeetta's story. I know that this is not my best work so please don't flame me. I will try to redo this chapter when things get better, but for now I think I owe you guys a chapter.

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UNKNOWN FAMILY TIES.

Chapter Ten

Marcus' POV

My life had been monotonous and lonely since my dear Didyme left me. At least that was until I had found those two. They became and still are the only reason that I am still in existence.

I remember the day that I had found them on that cold night in India. We, the Volturi, had come to investigate a coven for the creation of a Newborn army. The creator had been merciless and careless. He could not have been bother about how many lives he was taking. He kept the humans he intended to change in cages like animals; making them lie in their own filth and refused to feed them. He showed no care in keeping them alive. If a human died from the cold or starvation, their body was simply tossed aside in some ditch and they were forgotten. That vampire had sickened me to no end and I had no regret whatsoever in taking his pathetic existence away.

However besides all the anger I felt towards that man, I am still silently thankful to him for leading me to my daughters. You see, it is protocol of sorts that we are to destroy all humans who know of our secret. Well that was what I was busy doing when I found them, both curled together as if shielding one another from us. It was their bond that had halted me. It was the bond of sisters and it was stronger than anything I have ever seen. Cautiously, I move to stand in front of them and gently lifted their faces to look into their eyes. They squirmed and writhe under my cold touch but allowed to me to look at them. To say that these human girls were beauties of a different class was a complete understatement. However I would later be told that they consider their beauty to be a curse rather than a blessing.

I remember that night so well, even with the flawless vampire memory. Their eyes told a story, one of pain and hurt and I felt this sudden urge to protect them. It was only then that I realized that I had formed a father-daughter bond with these girls.

"Aro," I called quietly. I knew he would hear me.

Instantly, he was at my side and I held my hand out to him not trusting myself to speak. I needed him to understand that these girls were daughters to me and that I had every intent to change them but I would need his support when dealing with Caius.

"Do what you must brother." Was all he said before he moved away.

"Alec, Demetri, Heidi," I called before returning my attention to my newly found daughters.

"My dears, my name is Marcus and I wish to save you. You may have already noticed that we are different to you and that is because we are vampires. For me to save you, I have to change you and allow you to become one of us. This will pain you greatly but it must be done. Do you understand me?" I asked. Slowly they both looked up at me and nodded.

"I will be here when you awaken." That was all I said before I bit down on their necks.

"Alec, Demetri, Heidi, you are to stay here with these two. I know nothing about them yet but they are my daughters. Protect them with your lives." With that I turned away to complete my task.

It has been several centuries since the girls have been changed and never once had I regretted it.

So now, it is with a father's heart that I have chosen to visit my friends in Forks. I missed my daughters and Caius was getting on my nerves. That man seriously failed to realize that I am one of the best fighters in the vampire world and could easily kill him by simply lifting my finger.

I heard their discussions from far as I made a quick approach with my guards. I was shocked to hear that they wanted to be mothers since they never told me this and I became slightly anger by that.

Finally I was at the door. It truly surprised me that no one was yet aware of my presence. I turned to my guard that consisted of Alec and Demetri for some answer only to see that they were both as befuddled as I was. Sighing lightly, I did the polite thing and knocked.

Instantly, all movement stopped but only for a second. After a couple of seconds I heard someone, most likely Carlisle, take cautious steps towards the door having registered the scents of the guard and myself. I did not know why this was. Had he not lived with us for several decades? Should he not have known my scent as well as the scent of the guard? Carlisle truly is an odd little man but he still is a great and wise friend unlike the two idiots I know and am forced to live with in Volterra.

Cautiously, the door opened to reveal my dear friend flanked by two young and quite muscular men. Who they were, I did not know but from their scent, I had a pretty good guess.

"Why hello, Carlisle, my old friend. I t has been a long time. Has it not?" I asked with a small smile on my face.

"Marcus?" he asked. Clearly he was stunned. His face was priceless and absolutely comical to look at so much so that I could not help the chuckle that escaped my lips.

"Why of course it is I that is unless you were expecting the buffoons I call brothers."

"No it's not that. It's just that we were not expecting anyone at all." He replied with a small smile all the while stepping aside to allow my guard and myself to enter.

"Once again Carlisle, the beauty of your home stuns me. However I still do prefer the one that you have in Aspen." It was a true statement of course. Esme was a genius when it came to designing homes and never left anything to the imagination.

"Well that compliment should be directed to Esme as always." He said with a chuckle.

Smiling at him, I nodded in agreement.

"Speaking of Esme, where is my little sister?" It was only now that I realized that I had not seen anyone from the family other than Carlisle and those two boys.

"Marcus," I heard the sweet voice that belonged to Esme call to me before she appeared, "you might be old but you have no right to call me little."

Both Carlisle and I could not help the chuckle that escaped our lips. She appeared with both hands on her hips like a mother about to scold a child for his wrong doings but looked more like an angry kitten doing battle with a ball of twine.

"Esme, my dear," I sighed as I embraced her, "I am over four thousand years old. I am considered to be one of the ancients in the vampire world. So when we logically compare the ages of four thousand to a mere eighty years, you are for all intents and purposes considered to be little."

"Fine, I surrender. Unwillingly though but please Marcus come on in. As you have already seen, we have some new family members to introduce you to." She said indicating to the boys who were eying Alec and Demetri as if they were competition.

"Oh, I think I already know two of them." Before Carlisle or Esme could ask any further question, I was tackled to the floor by the two creatures that my eyes longed to see. Breathing deeply, I drowned myself in their scents before I opened my eyes to stare into the faces of my daughters. To see their beautiful eyes, to hear every breathe they took; to just have them in my arms was enough to soothe my fatherly pains.

"DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Hello my dears. Sangeetta, Varsha, you both have no idea how it pained me to have you away from me. My daughters, I love you both with my life but can we please stand but after all Demetri and Alec are waiting for their turn to hug you."

"DEMETRI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"ALEC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Hello princesses." Instantly my daughters were removed from my chest and pulled into hugs by both Demetri and Alec. I was shocked when Demetri and Alec formed brotherly bonds with those two and so quick too.

"Hey little sis. What you been up to?" From the looks on the Cullen's faces, none of them knew of this connection.

"Sangeetta, Varsha, have you told the Cullens about yourselves." I asked.

Sighing they pulled themselves away from Demetri and Alec and walked towards me as I now sat on the couch. Lowering themselves, Sangeetta buried herself into my shoulder as Varsha cuddled into my side playing with one of my buttons.

"We never got a chance." Was all they said before they both broke down into heartbreaking sobs.

"Hush my dears. I am here. Your brothers are here. Nothing like that will ever happen to you again."

I looked towards both Carlisle and his family to see both confusion and sympathy etched on their faces. Since my arrival their stance had relaxed considerably. Alice and Jasper were now seated on the couch next to Bella and Emmett. Carlisle and Esme still stood close by the two younger boys, each placing a comforting hand on the shoulders of the now trembling boys. I was only when I locked eyes with them did I see the bond they had formed with my daughters. It was the bond of mates. God, this was one thing that I never wanted to happen but I guess I will have to accept it. Damn it!!!!!!

"What are your names boys?" I asked coldly. I had to play the father role and no son of a gun was going to be with my daughter unless I gave them a health dose of fear first.

"I am Jacob Black and this is Seth Clearwater."

"And you have imprinted on my daughters." It was not a question since I already knew through their bonds.

"Here is the thing boys. I am their father. I love them to death. I am also one of the oldest men in the world. I have seen a lot. I know for a fact you are shape shifters just by your smell. I know you both see my daughters as your mates and I know better than anyone else the pain you would have to endure should they leave you. I am willing to accept these relationships but after I tell you their stories today, you both more than anyone else will need to be there for them."

I waited for them to nod before I continued.

"Come sit by them. They are going to need all the comfort they could get." With that Jacob and Seth came and took their seats next to Sangeetta and Varsha. Demetri and Alec sat at their sisters' feet while Carlisle and Esme sat on the love seat opposite to their children.

"What I am about to tell you will be hard for you to hear. It is not a story of the faint hearted. I put all of our stories to shame but one thing that is does show is how cruel and callous this world truly is. How woman were tried as if they were nothing more than objects of beauty. How we as men are truly vile creatures."

"Biologically, Sangeetta and Varsha are sisters. Sangeetta is a year older than Varsha. They were born into poverty but into a society where beauty was coveted over all else. The man who was responsible for bring them into the world was a cruel and calculating man. Even then when they still nursed from their mother; both my daughters' faiths were already sealed. At the age of ten and nine, Sangeetta and Varsha were sold to a woman for a mere two hundred rupees. If you do the math, it was more than twenty dollars. It was that woman who was responsible for my daughters experiencing the worst pain unimaginable to the world."

It was at this moment that the sobs of both Sangeetta and Varsha grew louder as the memories of their life came back to them. They both buried themselves further into my chest and they reached a hand towards their mates. I knew it was painful for them to hear but the Cullens and more so their mates deserved to hear the truth.

Sighing I continued.

"At that time, India was under the rule of the British. The European men who visited the shore of India were stunned by the beauty of the Indian women. As a result of that, the profitable business of courtesans began. I use the term courtesan but please keeping mind that I am using a light term. Both Sangeetta and Varsha began their training of sorts. They were required to know the art forms of their culture and if they failed to perform well, they were punished."

"How?" Esme asked in a small voice. "How were they punished?"

"They were beaten. At least that is what Sangeetta said. Varsha however was not so vague. Varsha recalled that one day both Sangeetta and she were practicing their dancing when one of the other girls tripped and fell. She said that instantly, that girl was pulled to her feet and stripped of her clothing. She was dragged to an unsheltered area at the back of the manor and thrown into a pool of mud only to be yanked up and chained to a wall. It was at that moment that the woman who bought them struck the girl with a whip instantly slicing her skin open. The girl was then left for days out in the open with no food or water. It was just her, chained to the wall bear for the entire world to see. Five days later a group of men were brought to the girl and she was repeated raped until she had passed out from extensive blood loss. To this day they do not know if that girl made it."

"Varsha," Seth called while pulling her to face him, "baby, I love you but I need to know. Did that ever happen to you?" Weakly she nodded before she crushed herself into his chest. Sangeetta was no better and was now in Jacob's lap and had buried her head in his shoulder while he place gentle kisses on her forehead and reassured her of his love.

"At the age of fifteen they were both sold to a rich merchant as a present for his son's birthday. That boy was probably the vilest creature I had ever encountered. For two years he repeatedly raped my daughters. There were nights that they recalled when he would invite his friends over. They said that it was on these nights that they would be raped by every single man who had come. Sangeetta was eighteen when she decided that she had had enough and thought it would be best to simply take her life. On the night when they had both planed their deaths, they were discovered and to this day they have never recovered from that type of punishment. For ten days they were beaten raped and starved. Just before their release however, when they thought that they had experienced it all, they were branded. Now on at the base of their spines, there is the tell tale signs of the branding. The brand was in the shape of angel wings. I had hoped that I would have faded during the change but all that happened was that it became pitch black and now just looks like a tattoo."

"For two more years, life had continued and had taken up a painful form. Eat, be fucked, and sleep. That was all their lives consisted of. That was until they were kidnapped by a vampire. He was once responsible for the creation of a vampire army and it was then that I was introduced to these two. He had intentions of changing them but to be treated the same way as in their human life. When I stumbled upon them, the bond was formed instantly and since then they have been my daughters."

With that I ended the life story of my daughters. To say that everyone was shocked was an understatement. Esme was sobbing into Carlisle's shoulder. Alice was speechless looked in a conversation with Jasper, their eyes showing they emotions they both felt. Alec and Demetri placed their chins on their sisters' laps as they looked at them and played with their hair. Bella was wrapped in Emmett's arms as she trembled slightly but not from the cold.

"I know that now may not be the best time since we all have a lot to digest but may I ask you were Edward and Rosalie is." They reactions I got were not the ones I expected. Bella began to sob into Emmett's chest. Both Alice and Jasper hissed and Carlisle and Esme lowered their head in shame.

"Rosalie and Edward have left the family, Marcus." Came Carlisle's short reply.

"How? I mean why? You see both Edward and Bella shared the bonds of mates and I was wondering what could possible lead him to abandon his mate.

Suddenly, Alice's eyes glazed over. When she returned to us, her expression was grim and pained.

"I think I could answer that." Was all she said.