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"A-About 100. M-Master Aro thought that.. That it wouldn't take m-m-much to get rid of Maria's army." Corin stuttered. I leaned down close to his face, within kissing distance.

"Well, guess what? There is no 'Maria', Corin. There is me. There is Jasper. There is us. But there is no Maria." His eyes widened in fear.

"N-no-"

"Tear him apart." Jasper cut in. Emmett obeyed, tossing the pieces in the fire, fueling the purple flames.

"Can I?" Alec asked. He reminded me of a little kid on Christmas, wanting to unwrap his presents. "I always hated her.."

I nodded. "Sure." Rose spoke.

Once the Guard was no more, I turned to Jasper, burying my head in his chest. His arm wrapped around my waist. I knew our eyes were both as black as midnight.

"Bella?" Carlisle's voice broke the silence.

Go on crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power, beat me with your chains
And if I'm the king of cowards, you're the queen of pain.

Rusted From The Rain - Billy Talent.

Marcus POV

"Why have they not returned with Whitlock's head on a stick?" Aro sneered, pacing back and forth in front of his throne.

"Brother, there is more than just one person behind this." I explained calmly. Both Cauis and Aro turned their eyes to me.

I sighed.

"Yes, Aro. We must not be forgetting 'Maria'." Cauis snarled. We had suspected for some time that this 'Maria' the fearless leader was nothing but a name with a fake reputation.

But we had yet to prove that theory true.

"The empath is behind this!" Aro yelled hysterically.

My brother, the king of kings, I wondered if he has truly lost his mind. Or what is now left of it. Ever since I had joined the Volturi I had been restless. Then, a smile tugged at my lips and I slowly let it settle over my face. Then I met Didyme.

She was Aro's biological sister, blessed with a power unlike Aro. A power I had never seen in all of my years. The power to make people truly, content, happy.

We became.. Detached from the Volturi. We planned on leaving together, starting our own lives. Maybe even try that 'Vegeterian' diet that Carlisle Cullen seemed so fond of.

Didyme wanted so badly to try it. I always relished in the way her soft red eyes merged with brown whenever she got excited. Her dark brown hair falling in twists and curls, reaching just below her waist.

I would often wrap my fingers through that hair, calming both her and I. Just her natural presence seemed to make me happy. Along with her gift. We had a bond that was unbreakable.

Or so I thought.

My Love's death, over the centuries, sent me into an apathetic malaise. No matter how hard I tried, I could never think about her and feel nothing.

Aro had gone behind my back and killed his sister. His full blooded sister. To keep me in the Volturi. Chelsea had used her power to keep me happy with the Volturi, but they had greatly underestimated me.

They thought me weak. They thought I would remain oblivious.

I had to keep the pretense alive. Whenever a case was brought forth to us, a vampire revealing his or herself to the human world for the sake of love, I would be the only one to vote against their death.

Before Didyme's death, I was a rather cheerful vampire. Maybe as cheerful as Carlisle. But my own brother robbed me of that happiness.

And it was something I could not ever forgive.

"Well," Aro smiled, once again reclaiming himself back to his usual optimism. "We shall be ready. Our army awaits." His smile stretching even more across his elegant face.

I thought it amusing that the army he had to protect us, held no loyalty to Aro, or any of us for that matter. Chelsea could only manipulate their loyalty, as she had mine, for so long. And now that she was gone, those imbeciles held no allegiance to Aro, or Cauis or I for that matter.

It may result in my death. I knew this for a fact.

I did not fear it. I embraced it. If I was to die the true death, I would see my beautiful, loving wife once more.

I would have the true, eternal peace.

"Marcus, my brother." Aro spoke in his energetic voice. "What are your thoughts on this matter at hand?" He gracefully slid into his chair, resting his arms over the edge.

He had stopped looking at my thought when Chelsea thought she had tied me to the Volturi. Permanently.

"There is no avoiding it." I said, my tone bored. I rested my cheek on my hand, keeping my face free of all emotions.

"I suppose." He said, standing up again. He could never stay in one place for too long. "Never mind. I shall retreat to my chambers." He announced, turning on his heel and leaving.

Cauis eyed me warily.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, glancing at him. He smirked.

"Not at all, brother." His smirk widened as his voice turned cold. "Not at all."

His tone did not surprise me. He often used it on the Guard to scare information out of them.

My expression did not change, and I added a lazy smile. "Then I shall retreat to my chambers, also." I rose, turned, and left for my room.

As I lay on my royal red covers of the four poster bed, I closed my eyes and pretended to be human, feeling the sun hit my cold skin, the warmth seeped through me little by little. Didyme and I often did this.

If I closed my eyes, i could imagine her next to me. The wind carrying her voice to my ears, and the sun hitting my skin was her soft, gentle touch.

Yes, what Aro did would never be forgiven.

That is why I have decided to help little Isabella Hale over throw the Volturi. What a glorious leader she would make.

'I love you, Marcus.' I smiled at Didyme's wind disguised voice.