Introduction!
I had written a drabble, "She committed a Murder Even after suicide" and it wouldn't leave me alone. But I figured that Aro would see Marcus' view on the bonds, so I nixed the idea.
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But what about Caius? The oft forgotten one... Hence the creation of "Pater Noster" I had e-mailed the message below to my friends… and I just copied it. This is the closest I have ever come to a Team Aro story, but if you look between the lines in "Pater Noster" you will notice Caius acts a little like Aro, that is why. This is kind of a treat to "TeamAroPickle".
Below is an original copy of the e-mail I had sent out.
"I wrote this, evidently it is a BellaxAro story, where this is the ending... Apparently, Bella loves Aro. Aro loves Bella, but doesn't tell her. She commits suicide, knowing she could never live without his love. I want to know if I should make this a whole story.
Isabella gently took the razor, dragging it across both of her wrists, blood blooming on her ivory skin. She smiled softly, looking at the beautiful flowers around her, the crumbling walls that hid her from the outside world, feeling the soft springy grass below her bare feet.
She took one step forward, twirling as she did so, dancing. She leapt about, gracefully prancing almost. She did so for about ten minutes before she first stumbled, really her leg refused to hold her up for a moment, and she was off balance, an almost unnoticeable thud even to immortals.
She regained her bearings, and began her deadly dance again. She spun around, elegantly swirling around his garden. For the last time. They would never know why she did this, probably attributing it to her fragile metal state, Only Jane knowing of Isabella's feelings, seeing it in her eyes and those of her master, hoping, like Marcus, the two would be pushed together by fate.
As the blood left her body, she was only propelled by her will. She pushed herself, giving this dance to him. Again, she began to move, but she fell again, her fragile body hitting the grass, making so sound. She lifted herself again, her heart beats numbered, drenched in her own ruby blood that was so valuable to them.
She moved, and finally, when she could go no more, she fell to the ground, never to rise again. She whispered her last words, unintelligible to most. The soft grass was fading from her, the sunlight dimming, the birds' chirping sounding oh so far away.
In his study, he heard her, and ran as fast as he could, praying silently to the god he never believed existed. He was the first there, the only to hear her last heartbeat. His eyes seemed filled with tears, the pain overflowing. He grasped her cooling body, seeing a lingering life, a mere flicker in her eyes. He bit her neck gently, pleading that though she had no blood, she would live with him for eternity.
That he could finally tell her.
Her eyes were dead, and he dropped the shell that was once his secret beloved, her body falling with a loud thud that all the bystanders heard, as they looked upon their master, grief in their crimson eyes.
He broke, the light in his eyes gone with hers, and for the first time ever Aro Volturi finally knew what it was like to cry."