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…
Bella falls asleep, and does not kill herself… (low self-esteem version)
A tear slipped down her scarred face as she though of her unrequited love, of her new family, she had to stay alive for them. She felt a darkness slowly creep into her head, and succumbed to the sleep her body craved so.
.o.0.O.0.o.
"How dare you," Aro bellowed, glaring at his brother. He was enraged he had treated the poor girl as such, almost beating Bella in his anger.
"What?" Caius snarled, already in a rage from Isabella's rejection.
"Hurt Isabella," Marcus said tranquilly, the arbiter in this argument, as he had been for all of time, and always would be.
He snarled, "I barely hurt the harlot," watching as Marcus was finally ruffled, as he had not been for eons. This was new to the both, but Isabella was no harlot or ordinary trollop.
"Harlot?" Aro screeched, "She has done no such thing. She has been true to you-"
"What?" Caius cried, no longer angry, the prospect of her love more than he could have ever hoped for.
Aro realized he had betrayed Isabella, just as Caius had, and said in a low voice, "She was lying in front of Cullen, it was part of a plan to bring him to us. She loved you, and you rejected her so." His heart swelled, before he remembered how he had hurt her so. Surly she would never see him for less than a monster now.
He felt defeated, and his eyes widened, and he said, breathlessly, "I loved her too." Wishing he could take it all back, he sat down, putting his head in his hands.
"Finally," Marcus huffed, "you speak some sense, what are you going to do now?"
Caius paused, "I do not know, brother."
.o.0.O.0.o.
Later, the three brothers walked into the room. Aro and Marcus both sat in the armchairs beside the bed twin images, their arms crossed, their posture rigid, as they glared at Caius. Caius sat on the edge of the bed, his arm wrapping around Bella as he sat straight up.
He bit his lip, and began slowly, "Bella," he started, looking deeply into her chocolate eyes, "I am deeply sorrowful for hitting you," he said caressing her scars, "I was wrong to hit you. I was angry. Frustrated. I thought you hated me."
He glanced at his brothers, both tense, angry, "They told me," her eyes widened and she hoped death to come as he rejected her. She was not prepared for his next words, "And I- I love you Bella."
She froze, but then her eyes narrowed to slits, and she turned over in the bed, curling up.
"I do not believe," she hissed, tears began to flow from her eyes, "your words and actions have already told me too much." Caius flinched as she mocked him with his own words.
"Why do you not believe him, piccola?" Marcus questioned her, gently trying to coax her with his words.
They did not think of how a woman reacts to such emotional turmoil. She sat up, seething as she looked at Caius, "Your brothers must have pressured you to say that. Your words were truthful; you have never been known to lie. You wanted to break the human, humiliate her, it was a game. Yet now, you come into my room, looking as if you have been tortured, and tell me you love me?"
He was about to respond, when she cut him off, screeching, "Why is it you lie Master Caius? Do you wish to torture a human this way? I would never wish this upon another, and though I have long paid my debt to you in my blood, you wish to twist the knife in my heart. A woman cannot live when the one she loves hurts her, lies to her."
By now, the whole castle was listening, and they heard her next words though she whispered them, "You are cruel." She walked to the bay window she had in her room, looking out to the city at midnight. It was black, the sun and moon having died that night.
"You toy with me, saying nothing when you met me, I loved you from the first day here, when you only gave me a passing glance, I knew you could never love me, I know," she whispered still, as the brothers watched her, transfixed where they stood with her words, as the guard and wives were. "We all knew you hated me then, and you pretended to enjoy my company, spending time with me," she toyed with the ledge, as if talking about the whether outside, "I was deceived thinking you were fond of me, if not more. I try to lure Edward in, so I can break all ties with him, and start anew with you, that you might like me then. It backfires, and you end up letting him free, leaving him to haunt me. I try to apologize, and instead of accepting that, I pay my debt in blood and what ever pitiful beauty I had."
She looked at them fully, and they saw how empty her eyes were. "I guess you win," she said, and tipped herself over the ledge.