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.

Bella hears what they are saying….

How dare you," Aro bellowed, glaring at his brother. They did not hear the heartbeat of Isabella beneath them, in Caius' garden.

"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.

He snarled, "I barely hurt the harlot," watching as Marcus was finally ruffled, as he had not been for eons. They did not hear her steps, nor any of the low noises she made.

"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, 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. Surely she would never see him for less than a monster now.

He felt defeated, and his eyes widened, and he said, loud in the silence around them, "I loved her too." Wishing he could take it all back.

That moment outside, below the balcony, the three finally heard a voice cry, "Caius!"

~.o.O.o.~

All was quite in the gardens beneath his study, where Isabella twirled her mind drifting from this world. A shout broke the silence.

"How dare you," a commanding voice roared, she looked around as she thought they had found her. She was alone as she realized the voice was that of Aro, hearing it come from above her, her blood oozing slowly from her delicate wrists.

She quelled as she heard the tones of her secret beloved in anger, "What?" his voice raw and feral in the clear air, almost quaking in fear from it.

Then, someone murmurred something she didn't catch, her ears straining like those in the rest of the castle, again beginning to dance when there was no one near by.

Again, her love's furious growl rung out, "I barely hurt the harlot," this time she doubled over, shaking in self-hatred for causing him to be like that. For there was no other who had offended him so, hating the very space she inhabited for offending him.

"Harlot?" her savoir came in the form of Aro, "She has done no such thing. She has been true to you-" Tears formed in her eyes as he told Caius of her love for him, one she believed to should be quashed for his hatred of her, the darkness in her mind forming more densly, the last dredges of her will relinquishing control to her self loathing.

"What?" She heard his voice ring out, to her sounding incredulous, as if her love was something to take as shamful, that she was worse than the dirt on the floor.

She heard no more, collasping on the grass, her knees holding her erect, as she cried into her hands, blood mixing with the tears. But the blood was coming out slowly now, the cuts forming scabs on her now-healing wrists. She sobbed, hating herself for not being beautiful enough for him, for not pleasing him, for being such a terrible person.

She wept tears of haterd for herself, loathing herself for so offending him, as she tugged her wrists, hoping they would again open, and she would suceed in killing herself. But it did no good, and they began to close up as her body fought with her. Finding no words to sooth her, she simply cried his name.

~.o.O.o.~

They looked outside the window, the brothers seeing the poor girl on her knees. Crying tears, her blood spattered across the garden, shaking with hic cups, and her voice gutteral as she whispered the name of her beloved again and again. Only a few moments later, Caius was by her side, gently taking her hands from her amazed face. Kissing the salty tears from her eyes, so sweetly as her heart and her eyes wept tears of joy as he whispered his love to her.