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Tell Me a Story

Suddenly, Astacia started shaking uncontrollably and crying.

"N-no! Get away from me! A-Ahh!" she screamed.

I quickly shook her shoulders, trying to wake the poor girl up. Her ruby eyes snapped open and met mine, teary and pain-filled. She threw her arms around my waist, catching me by surprise. I gently wrapped my arms around her and cooed at her, trying to calm her down.

"Sh.....it's alright. No one will ever hurt you. I'm here. No one will ever touch you again," I whispered, kissing her forehead lightly.

After a while, she calmed down and nuzzled her head in the crook of my neck.

"T-tell me a story," she whispered.

"Hm?" I asked.

"Tell me a story," she repeated, looking up and pleading with those beautiful eyes of hers.

I sighed.

"Okay then....let me tell you the story of my deceased love, Secret and my lovely departed sister, Jane," I said.

She situated herself in a more comfortable position before looking up attentively.

"Let's start with Jane. She was the best sister I could've asked for. She was older than me by about a minute and she would always tease me about it," I laughed a little and Astacia showed a hint of a smile.

"Anyway, she had beautiful blond hair...like that of a mare. She would always take care of me when mother and father were away working. But a little after, mother and father were killed mysteriously. I still don't know how up to this day. My sister and I were left alone, helpless. We stole. We did anything we needed to survive. The village children no longer played with us.... One day, a gang of boys tried to rape my sister. I arrived just in time to land a few good punches on the boys just before they could do anything. As they were down, I glared at them with all the hatred in my eyes and suddenly, they couldn't move. It was as if they couldn't feel anything anymore...as if they weren't even in this world anymore. Later, the villagers suspected Jane and I of being witches, therefore sentencing us to burn at the stakes. We were tied up, nailed onto the damned crosses. They set fire at our feet and I closed my eyes, begging that something, someone would save us. My sister, on the other hand, was screamed and cursing at the villagers. Aro found us later and massacred the entire town. We were forever thankful of him. I got my gift from my wanting of the pain to just go away. My sister got her gift from all the hatred she had to the villagers. It's quite funny actually. I am the antidote to my own twin," I chuckled humorously.

Astacia laughed-and I had to admit it was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard-.

"I'm not laughing about the part where you got burnt at the stakes....that's just cruel of the villagers to do that to two....how old were you then?" she asked.

"My sister and I were both just barely thirteen," I responded.

"Hm," she mumbled.

"Moving along....Secret. My love, my beautiful angel sent to hell. She was the most beautiful creature this world has to offer. Every smile she had would light up the room no matter how dark it was. Every laugh would cheer up even the gloomiest of days. Every touch was like fire soaring through my veins. And every kiss was like heaven all over again. She....completed me. But then she was killed..."

I continued on with the story with tear-filled eyes. As soon as I finished, Astacia glowed a dark violet, her normal ruby eyes turned pitch black.

"A-Astacia? Are you okay?" I whispered.

She turned back into the black dragon that attacked us back in the throne room. But this time, it was different. She was ten times bigger and her body looked so much deadlier. And she spoke.

"You told me your story and now I shall tell you mine. I am Astacia Jane Secret, the Atrocious Vulture, and I feed on other's sorrow and misery. Every sob story, every heartbreak, every death makes me more powerful. So tell me more, Alecxander Volturi...we have all night..."