This is a sidequel to my fic "Bittersweet". But you can also read it detached from that.
Some musing, pondering and arguing from inside Aro's mind.
I wanted to keep "Bittersweet" in Jane's POV, but I just couldn't stop wondering about Aro's thoughts…. And prudent Aro's thought are most likely a little bit more complex than emotional Jane's.
So these are going to be "drabbles", if you will.
And yes, I know, the title isn't very creative. Try to ignore it until I come up with something better.
You remember the day like it was yesterday.
Demetri was the only one brave enough to come to the tower room and tell you.
"They are collecting wood in great quantities," he informed you, not daring to look you in the eyes, "they are going to burn them at the stake."
And you didn't have to ask him to know who he was talking about.
The promising twins, talented like no one you had ever met before in your over two thousand years. They had been destined to be the centerpieces of your extraordinary collection.
And now those inferior, loathsome humans were going to ruin it all.
You could not accept that.
It was too soon, they were only children! Their talents hadn't had the time to fully develop!
"Demetri, bring the entire guard," you hissed and your fury was as dreadful as the wrath of an ancient God. The villagers had forfeited their lives for daring to burn them, daring to betray you.
You came with nightfall.
To them, it must have looked frightening and beautiful at the same time. An army of dark cloaked avenging angels who visited upon them. Like the Devil himself had unleashed hell to save the witch twins who were tied to two high-piled stakes, blindfolded and whimpering in fear.
And they were already afire.
The blazing flames flaring up to the smoky night sky and licking greedily on your precious jewels' feet, working their way up to their legs.
You were the first to see the horrible scenario unfolding before your eyes, you were racing ahead of everyone else.
You could hear the screaming start behind you. But you only had eyes for the precious ones in front of you.
The pile with the boy was smoldering and the flames were slow to spread.
But the girl was already ablaze. You could hardly make out her tiny frame through all the smoke and fire. However, you could hear her agonized, ear piercing screams all too clearly.
There was not much time to react. If the fire would have touched your icy skin, you would have burst into flames too. But you didn't let yourself think about that. You leapt right into the inferno.
She was still screaming and convulsing with pain in your arms. Her angelic features were twisted in agony and tears were running down her sooty cheeks. The remaining shreds of her dress were burned to her charred body.
You covered her up with your cloak.
The screaming in the background was dying down. You lifted the girl up gently.
He must be an angel, you heard her thoughts, but they were blurry. She was drifting into unconsciousness. You were going to lose her.
You put your lips to her throat. And even through all the grime and pain you could distinguish the potent lavender scent of her blood.
Never get into pissed Aro's way.