A bit of a short chapter but I'm still writting. I'm hoping to have something else up soon but work is putting me on the rack lol. I love it though. Thank you for the comments and questions and the love from last chapt. Means a great deal to me.

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I am about to board my plane and thus don't have a lot of time to do my normal roll call but rest assured that next time I will post it for you.

this Chapter is a little heavy and things must get worse before they get better, folks. Thank you and see you soon.

Sulpicia's P.O.V

Every day spent feels like a fate worse than death. I have long forgotten what a kind words sound like, or a gentle touch. My life twisted from such promise to one of slavery and contempt. I was so loved in my former life, so cared for, so, respected. My sisters and I were just starting our lives with our respective men that were to call us wives. My life had color. One filled with art, and joy, and happiness. I wanted to teach to those in need and to children that were coming of age in our village. Ever since my own mentor, it has become a passion of mine. The woman I followed was one of such grace and beauty both inside and out. She took me to the less developed places in our village and taught me humility. The care she took with each and every soul was awe inspiring. 'You must always take care young one. Remember to be thankful for what you have in this world. Some are not so fortunate as you can see. Everything we do has a price, and a price must always be paid.' The last spoken words of such a beautiful woman.

The very next day she was cut down where she slept. The demons that I now call kin, slew my entire village and took whatever they fancied. Thus started my sisters and mine's terrible existence. The three of us stayed together to better ward off the savages that have captured us. Long days we traveled with little food and water. Delirium was to set in soon, it seemed like a blessing when we were found by the Kings. The three of them so beautiful and civilized we latched on to their kindness with vigor. Marcus made it known that he had found his forever in our lovely Didyme. Dora and I were so relieved for it seemed like we were finally safe.

Once changed the other brother's sought our affections but were denied. Aro was a sly man and I grew too blind to his plotting. I brushed him off without a care until the fateful day our beloved Didyme was killed. There is were things changed…into this. My first time wasn't enjoyable nor was it out of love. Marcus faded, Athenodora once full of fire, now timid and meek. And myself, just a statue waiting for fire to rain from the heavens. My ignorance placed me right into the clutches of someone who would kill their own happiness if it meant power and control. My ignorance demanded my life, and that is the price I paid.

Rosalie's P.O.V

The dark, dank cell I now call my temporary home seemed to close in around me. Everything as unchanging as my body. My thoughts laid waste to my memories. My time with my family was often on my mind. Did they survive after I was gone? What of our survivors? Flashes of Royce and his men nearly gutted me in the hours of the night. His face contorted into one of pure evil above me. In my time I often thought about what changed so suddenly in the man. Was he ever a man?

The first day I met him was like any other. He was handsome, yes, but I wasn't interested in him. I wanted a simple man with a child like grin and a sound mind for love and his family. Royce was very prim and proper, always painted with a slick grin, and a little on the uptight side. So I was a bit disheartened when my father took an instant like of him. He was strong and smart, but best of all, he was rich and could care for his family. His father and mine sought to our courtship immediately. Like a good child I did as I was told without question. Our first meeting was lovely. He was well mannered and polite, never a toe out of line. He wanted a son to teach and love and often told me how beautiful I was. I sucked it up with every word. Every meeting afterwards leading up to our wedding was the same.

My excitement grew knowing that I was to finally have a family soon. All I ever wanted was to have children and grow old with the man I loved. So I ignored the sideways glances to other women we may have passed. Turned a blind eye to some of the more forceful touches to my skin. Cast off the words of anger when I denied any physical contact before our union. Then it happened. The night before our wedding, the night of his shame, and the night of the last night of my life. Swept into this existence with pain my counterpart. Cursed to ever remember my death by the monster. A ragged breath escapes my lips as my eyes close thinking about that night. The cell walls talking ever so gently but their words are not.

My naivety mocked my eternal life, and I paid the price with my virtue.

Marcus's P.O.V

The fire crackled with such intensity but subtle grace as I watched. It made me envious of it's care free nature. So full of life and so bright. It's strange, the thing that can reduce me to not but ash in mere seconds is also my salvation. How I longed to be like the mighty flame once more. Passionate and bursting with pride. After my talk with Sulpicia I ventured to the library. A place I always frequent when in distress. The old scrolls and books laid by the bucket load at my feet. Searching for anything that could rid me of my thoughts of my brother's possible and ultimate betrayal. Of course I should have known better than to look to the books. Aro is smart and if he did commit such crimes, they wouldn't merely lay on paper. So I must search my memories as I am now doing within my own quarters. Didyme and I were to depart from the harsh politics of this world. We wanted to travel and see the world, live amongst it instead of governing it. When I told Aro his face was one of pure rage. His hateful words spew out against my beautiful beloved. The first and only time thus far that we've fought hand to hand.

Memory

"For over a thousand years have we always been as one and now, because of one wench, you want to abandon us, brother!" My growl was the only answer he received. "No, you can't just leave. You have duties as a king and as a king you have to manage your kingdom!"

"You and Caius will be here to look after our world just fine. There is no reason for me to be here. I wish to travel and spend time with my mate, why can't you just accept that?" Aro snarled loudly and began to pace. An action he often resulted to once he was truly miffed.

"Yes, Didyme, the woman that is your mate and everything you need. She loves you greatly and would do anything for you and you for her. The sweet woman has corrupted you, Marcus. Turning you against your brothers and doing her best to separate you from us, your safety." He then turns to me fully once more and continues his mocking recite.

"When she smiles you swoon, when she bats an eyelash and you melt under the heat. She plays you for a fool each day because she wishes to save her own hide and you allow it. Her ways are no more than a harlot seeking her next meal!" The words was cut at the brim as I charged my brother by the throat. My rage too great listening to his words of hate at my mate.

"You watch what you say about my mate, Aro. We will leave this place when we are ready and there is nothing you can do." I tossed the man into his very own desk and watched as he crashed through to the stone floor. Aro stood to his feet at human pace and leveled me with a righteous glare before leaving me in my angry haze.

Memory end

He didn't speak to me for days after our altercation. Not even a glance was spared my direction when approached. It hurt me to my core to fight my brother but I would not be swayed. I was the older brother, the elder, and he would learn to respect me and mine. I often saw him speaking with a man I've never seen. Everyday their bond grew to one of friendship and I dared hope that he would find some sort of peace with his new companion. The man was frequent in the castle and stole many glances wearily my way. I thought nothing of it and cast it for thought. I sighed deep and painfully thinking about the day I lost my life.

Memory

"Just think my love, one more day and we'll start out new life." My sweet whispered to me with a kiss. "Yes, then I can show you all that this world has to offer."

"You mean annoy me." She playfully jest with another kiss. I knew that I tended to get a little ahead of myself when speaking of my passions; I knew she secretly loved to hear them as well. I watched as my darling stood from our bed in all her glory in the gentle moonlight. My gaze was lost taking in all she gave to offer. The crème skin taunting me with each shimmer, her dark hair that fell gracefully down her back and slender shoulders. Thank the heavens I didn't need to breath for I would have been lost to lack of breath in my body.

"Your gaze burns me, Marcus. Is there something you wish?" She barely turned her head to face me with a smirk.

"Just to bask in your beauty, my love." I stood and placed myself behind her, no longer able to withstand the distance. My lips brushed her shoulders and she smiled that smile I loved so much. How did I become so lucky? "As much as I would love to stay here under your showering love, we have business with your brothers." She turned in my arms and kissed my lips. How could Aro ever say such hate towards her? She was the reason I was ever in the throne halls. My rock and reason to carry on.

We did leave for the meeting only to be faced with explosions and screams of horror and command. We were under attack from our old enemy. Children of the Moon filled our halls and scattered our grounds. Vampires under command of the Romanian's tore into our defenses. My shock wore off as I began to tear into the devils along side my beloved. A well placed backhand sent the creature into the waiting arms of my mate where they were beheaded within her second. Together, we fought our way to the throne room that looked as if a war zone was upon us. I suppose it was.

A shrill cry made me turn my head towards the sound fearing the worst. I saw Caius holding his now snubbed arm as the beast approached him for the final blow. Like any good brother would, I tore into the beast to save my almost fallen brother. Once my little sir was taken care of, we went back to the matter at hand. Soon, things were starting to die down and the enemy was forced to retreat. The last that dared charge was tone to bits. The man I saw with Aro not a day earlier was amongst the ones that had no fear of their death.

He charged me with five of his brutes, but before I could life a finger, Aro stepped in and beheaded them all. His rage feral and biting in his black eyes as he snarled in front of me. With the others gone we were able to set our affairs right once more. It was then that the cry of cries turned me to my death. Sulpicia and Athenodora kneeled down over a body with sobs wracking their frames. There was only one that would cause them to react in such ways, but I prayed it wasn't true. As I stepped with invisible lead towards them my breath became short and stocky. I fell to my knees and doom when my eyes rest upon the object of their, now my, despair.

My everything, my love, my beloved Didyme lay in her second death. The beast had bitten her and was poisoned to her grave. The venom within those animals could not kill us as thought, but render us crazed and savage. No face would ever be familiar to her again. She would forever be like the filth that has taken her mind from me. Anguished sobs filled the destroyed halls of our home as I took what was left of my mate into my arms. It was some time before I registered that Aro had come to me.

"We must burn her." I hissed to him at the thought. "You do not wish to see her as a mindless animal. We must before she wakes, Marcus. You should remember her for who she was, not who she will be now." I knew he made sense, I just couldn't. Sulpicia, Athenodora and myself had to be dragged away as the pyre was built and lit aflame with my love's body on it. The smell is one I would never burn from my memory. I watched as my bond broke along with my heart and withered away.

Memory End

Venom tears clouded my eyes watching the flames of the fireplace. Aro didn't shed a tear for me, nor my fallen mate. The end of my internal existence. His face shown hurt and discomfort but his eyes had shown a triumphant and smug look. When I looked back more technically into the memories, I saw pride in what I thought was our enemy. I noticed how none of them really attacked. Each movement slowed with false anger.

The details in my distress was overlooked but now I could not ignore them. A low growl builds with intensity until I snap and launch a book to the mirror across my room. I was betrayed by my own kin. Played for a fool by the ones I called brother. No doubt that if Aro made plans that he sought Caius for help. I slumped over from my place now directly in front of the fire. I am to blame as well. My pride was the reason I lost my love. I should have seen the treachery from afar, shoulder have spotted the deception.

My pride warranted my soul, and that, is the price I paid.

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Alex