A/N: Sasha (Tanya's mother) as she is being burned by the Volturi for creating the immortal child, Vasilii.
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Even as I burned and silent screams spilled out of my mouth, I could see. I could see all the wrong things I had done. I saw Tanya, awestruck, tears filling her eyes. I saw them spill down her cheeks as the wind whipped around them.
I was aware of Vasilii, burning in my arms. I'm sorry, my baby...
My daughter would never understand. Was she going to die, too? Because I created an illegal immortal? She was innocent; she did not deserve it.
It had been a split second decision. A dying boy, one who looked so much like Tanya's younger brother—the one she never knew. He had been bleeding profusely and whimpering. I knew it was against the law, and yet I could not resist. Vasilii was just as much of a son as Belasko.
Somehow I had managed to hide his feeding from Tasha, Kate, and Irina. It was hard—the smell of them drove him mad. I tried to teach him.
Then the Volturi found out. I had tried to hide him, but they smelt him. They dragged us both out, and I had tried to stay strong for the girls, but I broke down when they tied me to the wooden stake. I begged, pleaded, screamed, anything to let Vasilii live. It was enough to have Belasko die, but Vasilii, too? No. No.
They did not give in. The Guard threw around words like "monster" and "destructive". He would have to be destroyed. I did too, for creating him in the first place.
Now I was up in the flames of Hell, just as I had when I was being changed. When Belasko ripped his way out of me and when he bit me.
I struggled to keep from letting the agony tumble out of my mouth audibly. And I forced myself to realize that I should never have changed Vasilii, because he would have had a more peaceful death if I hadn't.
And I was leaving my daughter, my only daughter. My Tanya.
I'm sorry, so sorry.
This all happened in less than a second.
And then I was gone.