I do not own Twilight, but I do own the Our Father series, my plots, and my heart. Note! Some Parts are directly taken from the story to set the mood/context. This is part of the Our Father Series. I have posted some links (whole, actual, working links) on my profile that tell you what the three ancients look like to me…
New Epilogue Amen
Aro certainly knew of the flower that had been a bud, for the few brief moments in the office that died with the harsh frost of reality. With Bella, Caius too perished, much like she had been when she first arrived in Volterra. He did not have the same fire inside, his eyes dull and empty, always black no matter how often they made him hunt. He no longer cared for life, while the two other brothers lived for their wives Sculpicia and Didyme.
But with each year, Caius found hope. He found her, in a sense.
They held a masquerade ball for her death each year, to which Caius was mysteriously absent from the head table. All vampires were invited, filling the lonely halls with laughter and joy, echoes of what Bella had once brought.
The first year, Caius was in the crowds, unable to look at the Cullens from his brothers' perch on the slight riser in the ballroom. He posed as a nomad, and no one spoke to him, sidestepping his sad aura, preferring to make merry without him.
He stood on the sidelines, simply watching the immortals dance, wishing his Isabell could have seen this, that she would have danced with him.
His wish came true.
A moment later, a slender woman in a beautiful ball gown* (see note \/) appeared in front of him, she had a pair of angel wings, much like those portrayed by Guido Reni. She was aptly dressed as an angel. She wore a simple mask, a white one that covered the upper half of her face. He saw through it in an instant. It was her. He knew the way his chest pulled him to her.
Her chocolate eyes gave her away, but they were filled with sadness, calling out to him. Her lips were ruby, like blood, and she had no heartbeat. None of the other guests noticed her, save the other two ancients.
They exchanged a look, watching the lovers; they gently touched their family, showing them the scene unfolding before them. Her family looked at her, wanting to get closer, yet not wanting to disturb her. Caius bowed low to her, extending his hand silently. She took it; her hands warm, and he held her, the pair dancing. He pulled her milk white chest close to his, and wrapped his arm about her waist.
Tears streamed from her eyes, not soaking into the rich fabrics he wore, disappearing once they left her face. Her wings wrapped themselves around them slightly, hugging him to her just as her arms did. The other people's eyes went straight through them, not seeing them. They waltzed, Caius leading her.
No words were exchanged. She just laid her head on his chest, and he held her, guiding her through the dance still.
As it wore on, she grew cooler, her warmth waning. The faint flush she had was steadily fading away. He knew at some point she had to go, that she was dead, that this could not last, that heaven would not allow him to see his angel for long. He was a dark creature, he wished she would come every year, because heaven's gates would never open for him, the dark demon he was.
As the dance came to a close, she drew him closer to her. Her lips met his, brushing them gently, and continued to his ear, "Heaven's gates are open to all," she breathed, and then, he was alone.
And he believed.
She would visit him every year, on that day, of the ball, showing up in the crowds. She only ever spoke that, every few years, she would chose someone else to honor with a dance in addition to Caius. She dances now with all three ancients and some of the guard, the ones that remember her and still hold a place in her heart. She stays until she sees the Cullens, then she disappears and they wait another year, finding hope.
*You can find Bella's Ball gown here
http:/en dot wikipedia dot org/wiki/File:Empress_Elisabeth_of_Austria_with_diamond_stars_on_her_hair dot jpg
She has a phantom of the opera mask of sorts,
Her wings look like this (This is a painting of the archangel Michael fighting Lucifer, the devil)
http:/en dot wikipedia dot org/wiki/File:Guido_Reni_031 dot jpg
Caius is dressed much like he was in Carlisle's painting, but while his outfit is black, and more subdued, Marcus and Aro's are still the same. Again, I have links as to what the trio look like in my head...
http:/twilightsaga dot wikia dot com/wiki/Volturi It is the third picture from the top.