I can't change just for you

I can't change just for you Part 1

I can't change just for you Part 1

Aro x Reader first person POV

Someone told me when they were going to read one of my one-shots, "You left this world without me", they thought they were going to read about Aro losing his human mate. Actually, it was about Aro's human mate losing him. My mind went back to that reader's idea. Therefore...this is a story about Aro and his human mate from her POV, and how Aro lost her, not to an accident or any attack by an enemy, but to her too frail humanity.

*I split this story as someone told me it was too long for a one-shot, so even though it says one-shot, its in two parts now.

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I was wandering the streets after dark, probably a foolish thing to do in a strange country. There was a sudden pain on the back of my shoulders, and I dropped to the ground. I looked up in time to see two young men speaking Italian. One had my tote bag, while the other tugged on his friend's arm, trying to get him to leave now that they had their prize. That bag had everything I needed for this trip, and I had to get it back. I tried to rise up off the ground, but darkness descended over me.

I didn't know how long I'd been out, but when I opened my eyes, his face was the first I saw. He was kneeling beside me, his very cold hand holding mine. Although his visage was pale and as beautiful as an angel's, his eyes terrified me. In the glow of the street light, they seemed red, not the whites like that of a drunk man, just the irises. They looked hungry as he peered down at me, almost as if he wanted to kill me. I tried to struggle, but the throbbing pain in my neck and shoulders was enough to disable me.

I looked at the man I had hoped would be my savior, but now I wasn't sure. "Please, help me." I tried to use my free hand to reach for his jacket. I seemed to have grabbed a chain necklace he was wearing instead. The man looked down at my hand clutching the chain. He hesitated, then released the hand he had been holding. His arms slipped under me, easily lifting me up off the hard concrete.

I felt a breeze surround me, hard enough that I had to close my eyes. When the breeze died, I opened them to find myself indoors, stone walls on either side of me as the man carried me into some sort of building. I turned my head to look up at my rescuer, seeing an enigmatic smile on his face. Then I lost consciousness.

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I woke to find myself in a bed, a warm comforter draped over me. I looked beneath the comforter to see I was now dressed in a cotton nightgown. Who had changed my clothes while I was out. I hoped it was not my rescuer who had gotten a peek of my naked body. I would never be able to look him in the eyes.

On the small table to my right sat a glass carafe filled with water, topped with a small glass that acted like a lid. I reached over and grabbed the carafe, pouring myself a glass, swallowing the water slowly. Since I was thirsty, it actually tasted good, so I drank another glass full. I replaced the carafe on the table and lay back against the pillows. I looked around the simply furnished, yet somehow ornate room, wondering where I was. And where was my rescuer?

The pain in my shoulders had dulled somewhat. I must have been hit from behind. I was fortunate my attackers hadn't used a heavier object or a knife. I was still alive, and the pain would go away eventually.

The man with the angelic face who had rescued me finally came to visit that afternoon. He told me his name was Aro. He seemed pleasant enough, but I felt an undercurrent of danger emanating from him. When he looked at me, even while he was smiling, I felt like a deer in the sights of a hunter.

"I'm Lydia Palmer, from Los Angeles in America. I'm twenty-seven years old and have never been married. I have no close family. Just an aunt, my father's sister, but we're not on good terms."