Ever wondered more about Carisle's background on how he bacame a vampire? Well an old friend might hold the key to answereing those questions.
As the rain trickled down the windshield of my rented Mustang I questioned myself why I flew from my home in Iceland to Forks, Washington. Actually I knew exactly why I traveled all this way. I could not let Carlisle die without knowing the truth. He might hate me after he knew, but it was not right that I had kept this secret from him for all these years.
I have not seen Carlisle in nearly a hundred and fifty years. In that time I know many things have changed in both our lives. The life I used to live that was ruled by blood and power seems like a distant memory to me now. The lies that I told and the manipulations that I did on both humans and vampires alike were so unforgivable I am surprised that Aro did not have me killed. I guess he would not since some of the attacks were his orders. I can’t think of this now. I have tried so hard to put that in the past. Plus it will only add to my anxiety of meeting Carlisle.
Not only was I anxious to see Carlisle again, but also to meet his family. He has a wife, children and recently even a grandchild. Oh yes that was the other reason I was here. I had to see for myself this half breed and see if Aro is correct in his desire to exterminate this child. If it were a normal vampire baby there would be no question, but with it being half human I think there might be a small chance that it will not have the uncontrollable blood lust that I saw with numerous vampire children.
Since the Volturi are the disciplinarians for the vampires, once they make their decision it is final and nobody had ever stood up against them. What was Carlisle thinking going against their decision? Not only telling them that his grandchild should not be killed but also using the fact that he has no enemies to manipulate other covens into helping him. And vampires say I am a manipulator. I fear that Carlisle with think I manipulated him all these years by not telling him the truth about myself.
In my defense, I have not used my ability on anyone vampire or human since I decided to leave my former life and all its comforts. I really have had no reason to. Life is wonderful. My home is located in Holar, Iceland with a population of less than a thousand. With such a small population I am able to live a free existence. I can lie out in the sun and nobody is around to see me shimmer. My little house sits on a green field with gently rolling hills in the distance. I miss my little house and think that I could not have picked a better place to begin a new life.
I moved to Iceland to make a living and I knew that I could have plenty of peace and quiet to write my books. Having seen so much in my life I used my knowledge to write historical fiction. I have written under many pen names but I keep going back to Simone Bere, my family name.
But now that I am placing myself back into vampire society, and in such a public way, I am sure a message will be sent to me from Aro very soon. I hope I do not bring more trouble to Carlisle then he already has, but I can’t see how much more my presents could hurt anything.
I must have not been paying attention because I had driven through Forks and was almost to my turn off for the Cullen house. I arrived much sooner than I had thought I would with the rainy weather. They lived outside of town which I guess gave then the privacy and freedom that I enjoy so much back home.
As I was turning on the driveway, and my fear hit an all time hight,and I detected a horrible smell. Werewolves! I have come across very few in my time, but that is a stench you never forget. Surely Carlisle can smell them if I can. As I drove down the long tree lined drive I saw the house come into sight. As I got closer I could see the house come into view. An all glass house… yea, they have total privacy isolated out here surrounded by the woods. Someone knew a lot about architecture and from the glimpse I got of the inside, someone also had an eye for interior design.
As I parked I saw what I had smelled walk right out the front door and past my car without even looking my way. In fact it was two werewolves. What was Carlisle thinking? Was he so scared of the Volturi that he would take anyone who would help?
I looked up at the door and saw my dear old friend Carlisle moving out to see who was unexpectedly coming for a visit. I laid my head on the steering wheel. Ok this is my last chance to turn around and drive out of here and go back to my little simple existence in Iceland and not have to think of any of this anymore. No, I had lived with this secret long enough. It was time to come clean. I lifted my head and looked towards the figure standing in the doorway. I could not make out if face because of the light pouring out of the doorway behind him, but I knew it was him. I did not grab anything from the car. This way if Carlisle did ask me to leave I could make a speedy exit. I slowly opened the car door.
As I opened the car door I truly realized just how nervous I really was because I had crushed the handle so it was nearly unrecognizable as anything that used to be related to a car. As I looked at the metal in my hand and thought it could pass for modern art. Maybe this could be my new career if I get tired of writing.
As soon as I exited the car I noticed Carlisle on his porch in a very protective stance. I don’t think I had ever seen him exude such a sense of protectiveness for anything. He was always so open and warm, but with the advancing threat of the Volutri I can understand his need to safeguard his home and its inhabitants. Three other individuals joined him on the porch. All of them looking in my direction with their golden eyes burning into my skin. I can only guess these were part of his coven. His “sons” as he liked to call them. As I gazed upon the little group I had to giggle to myself at how different physically the group on the porch looked from one another. If Carlisle did not tell the story that they were adopted there would be no explanation, which I could think of, that would suffice why they looked completely different from each other.
Even with little moonlight which peeking through the thick trees that surrounded the house, I could see the individual standing nearest Carlisle. He leaned over and whispered something so low in Carlisle’s ear that I could not hear it. Whatever it was made Carlisle even more protective in his manner, if that was possible. This vampire interest me the most of the three. He seemed to have Carlisle’s ear and with it his complete trust. There was no doubt that these two had a special bond that the other two did not.
On the opposite side of the porch stood a blonde vampire with the sweetest face, even if he were not smiling. He stood completely rigid with his hands behind his back. He showed no expression on his scar ridden face. He was the only one not talking and that made me fear him the most. I have learned over the years that these were the ones who were the smartest and were always two steps ahead on planning multiple solutions to a problem. I wonder how many scenarios he has running through his head about who I might be and what to do with me depending on that.
The third of Carlisle’s doorway companions was hard to miss. He stood behind them all but I had no problem seeing him. Unlike the blonde who never opened his mouth and stayed perfectly still, this one’s mouth never seems to stop moving and neither did he. Swaying back and forth like a boxer getting ready for a bout. He was worked up and ready to jump off the porch and confront me face to face. What I found amusing is that he did not seem tense. He had a huge smile spread across his face. My fear melted away to the point that I actually laughed out loud.
This caught all of the porch dwellers off guard because they all stopped whatever they were doing and gave their whole attention to me. Ok Simone pull yourself together. Open your mouth and say something. But before I was able to utter one single syllable, “Oh my goodness” came out of Carlisle’s mouth. With this the others did not know what to do and were about to descend upon me when Carlisle stopped them.
“I know her boys, she is an old friend.” He looked out to me. “Simone please come into the light so I can see you better.” Carlisle said began to step down the stairs. He only made it one step when the red-head grabbed him arm.
He did not take his eyes off me. “She is not you friend. I already told you she is part of the Volturi. I saw it in her mind.”
Darn the little red-head could read minds? I used to be able to close my mind off from Aro so he was not able to dig into my thoughts without my permission. I wonder if I still remember how to do that.
I saw Carlisle turn to the red-head. “Edward trust me. She is not like the rest of them. Simone left the Volturi soon after I did and has not been seen since. Many of us thought she was dead.”
The whole time Carlisle was talking to this Edward, I was ever so slowly making my distance between myself and the porch smaller. By the time he was done the others looked a little startled when they looked up to find me at the bottom stairs gazing up at them.
I looked up at Carlisle and could not help but let a huge smile spread across my face. I did not realize how much I missed being around him. “Carlisle, my dear friend, it has been way too long. I apologies for my unannounced entrance. I hope that it does not inconvenience you.” As I said this I made eye contact with all of the individuals on the porch to let them know this apology was actually for them all.
“No need to apologies.” With his Carlisle closed the gap between us and grabbed me in an embrace that almost crushed me. “I thought that Aro had surly killed you when you decided to leave.” He sounded so relieved. I can’t say that the knot in my stomach eased any.
“Please come inside and meet my family. You have to let me know where you have been and why you have not come to see us sooner.” Carlisle was always wonderful when it came to making anyone feel at ease and welcome.
Since he still had an arm around my shoulders he guided me up the stairs and inside his house. I smiled warmly at the vampires I passed knowing that this was the Cullen coven. Once we reached the middle of the living room Carlisle turned me to face the whole group.
“Hello I am Esme, Carlisle’s wife. Simone, Carlisle had mentioned you to me many times over the years and always spoke of you with such love. He told me the thought of you as a sister. You are very welcome in our home.”
I was in shock. Did she say he thought of me as a sister?
I looked to my left where Carlisle stood. Obviously my face gave away what I was thinking. “I always hoped that you were alive so you could see that I was not crazy to think I could build a family and live a vegetarian life. We had talked so indepth about what it would be like to live this way for ever.” He gave me a long look straight into my eyes. He had not seen me since I decided to go vegetarian. I could tell he noticed. “Let me introduce you to the rest of my family.”
He introduced them in pairs. Emmet and Rosalie seemed like an odd pair. Emmett was the one I remembered on the porch that was physically huge and had as big a smile to match it. He was still smiling and jolly and made me laugh. “So what should we call you, Auntie Simone? How about SiSi?” Rosalie jabbed him in his ribs and shook her head at him. My only impression of her was that of a living porcelain doll with her perfect blonde locks that curled around framing her angelic face. But this was one doll who could give the coldest looks of anyone I have ever met. She did not say one word to me and I think that spoke more to me then if she had.
Japer and Alice I really liked. Alice practically skipped up to me and gave me a hug and purred in my ear, “I just know you are going to be in our lives forever now.” I was not sure how long forever was going to be with the Volturi coming, but I liked the gesture. I was surprised to find someone shorter than me. She was the perkiest, cutest person. She probably never had an enemy in her life, or if she had she was able to charm them out of being mad at her. Jasper, the scarred one, was a true southern gentleman and bowed his head ever so slightly. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” I noticed that as soon as Alice caught Jasper’s eye he could not help but smile at her. I had thought him handsome when he was on the porch all rigid and straight faced. Now I felt a little jealous of Alice to have such a gorgeous mate that was totally devoted to her.
That left only one couple and I knew that Carlisle had left them for last. This was no couple but a trio consisted on Edward, his newly changed wife Bella and their half breed baby Renesme. I reminded myself that Edward could read my mind and tightened my mental shield as much as I could. If he saw that I was scared of his child, or if I thought that she should be killed, well I can only imagine what he might do to me.
It had been a long time since I had seen two vampires early in their relationship and forgot just how much you need to be physically close to your partner. For the first 10 years or so every couple is in a love haze and constantly needs quality time alone with their mate. I can only imagine how hard this had to be for the two of them. I would be going insane!
Edward caught that last part because he met my eyes and smiled and nodded as he placed his arm around Bella. Damn, my mental shield is not as good as I thought it was. Edwards smile had probably melted many human girls’ hearts. He was very charming and he knew it.
I had been avoiding looking at Renesme, especially since I knew that Edward would see at least some of what I was thinking. She had the same reddish-gold hair as Edward, cute cherub cheeks and brown eyes.
“Brown eyes?!” I practically screamed it in the poor child’s face. I closed the space between myself and the trio. I was only inches from her as she held out her chubby hands.
“Sisi, Sisi,” cooed out of her little red lips as she made a dive towards me. Even though I was a little scared of her I could not help but take her up in my arms. Bella did not even resist as I took her from her arms. She smiled at me and my heart melted.
Emmett said, “Well I think my question on what to call you is solved. Thanks to my lovely niece.”
“Only she gets to call me that. Emmett, you can call me Simone.” I winked and smiled so he knew I was half playing with him.
My tension had eased but not totally gone. She was a lovely child so that solved one problem, but I still had to tell Carlisle my secret.
Edward came to my side, “Renesme has won over yet another skeptic. I hope that now you will see that Aro is wrong. Renesme is different from children being made into vampires.”
With her in my arms all of my shields had fallen and Edward saw everything that I was thinking. I had to know if he knew what I wanted to tell Carlisle but before I could get the chance he leaned over my shoulder, “I know what you have to tell Carlisle, and it is your tale to tell. I will not let anyone know.” With that he was back at Bella’s side.
Rosalie finally spoke. “Ok so you have been introduced to us but we still know nothing about you or why you are here. If you came to see the miracle baby, well you have seen her so you can leave now.”
I was shocked to say the least to hear to talk to me and be so very bold. The rest of the Cullen’s had been nothing but nice to me. “You are correct. I have been very rude. Yes it is true that I used to be with the Volturi. Actually I was very high up and respected. I was Aro’s mate.” The tension in the room just skyrocketed. I continued, “We loved each other, but I also felt that at times he only wanted me for my ability. I did not like who I was when he asked me to control both humans and vampires to do the Volturi’s will.” I stared at the pattern on the wood floor.
The silence probably was only a few seconds but it seem to drag on forever before Carlisle spoke. “I think you should start from the beginning to let them see why you left Aro and the Volturi.”
Chapter 3 (EPOV)
As I stood on the porch next to Carlisle I could see that the vampire by the car was short, but that did not mean anything. Alice and Jane were both small and they were two of the scariest vampires I have ever met. Besides small I could see that she had hair so light that it was almost white. It hung half way down her back and was straight. She was very beautiful and I knew that Rosalie would not like her for that reason alone.
As I read her mind I did not like what I was hearing. She was not only a member of the Volturi but she someone who was highly ranked. She has come here to draw her own conclusion about Renesme and the fate of our whole family. Also she wanted to talk to Carlisle, but I could not completely tell what about. Her mind was flashing through so many things it was very hard to keep up.
I turned my head towards Carlise and let him know that I thought this was a spy for the Volturi. She probably wanted to see Renesme and then would report back to Aro about everything that she had found out. Carlisle did not like that there was any member of the Volturi at his house. Jasper mentally told me that he could sense she was very frightened and unsure of herself. That made me feel great.
This mystery vampire did something I did not see coming, she laughed. It was such a good and happy laugh that we all stopped and just stared at her. “Oh my goodness” whispered out of Carlisle’s mouth and he actually began to make is way down the steps of the porch. I grabbed his arm and reminded him what I had seen about her.
Carlisle reassured me that she was an old friend, but I was not so sure. I had never heard of her.
By the time we looked back to where she was standing by her car, she was at the bottom of the stairs. I could see that Carlisle thought very highly of this Simone. She was his true confidant and friend when he lived with the Volturi. He caught that her eyes were now golden, like ours, but still had a faint ring of red on the outer edge.
He was overcome with joy that she was alive and that she had changed her life. Carlisle nearly took all the porch steps in one leap to engulf her in such a loving embrace. Jasper seemed less tense and I took that as a good sign that she was not here to harm any of us.
I realized then that I was not able to read her thoughts as well as I could a few minutes before. Was she doing this? Was she really closing her mind to me?
Carlisle put an arm around her shoulder and led her into the house. As he I heard in head “Be nice to her. She is special to me. The way that you and I have a connection is the close to how Simone and I were. We have shared many long hours talking and she supported me in every decision I made.”
I got a glimpse in Simone’s head and saw that Aro had wanted to keep Carlisle in the Volturi because he was charismatic, like her. She convinced Aro that Carlisle would not fit well with the Volturi and to let him go free to live his vegetarian life. She saved him from being a pawn for Aro to use. Simone could not let such a kind person get corrupted like she had.
Once I saw this I knew that Simone was like Carlisle in many ways. She sacrificed herself to Aro’s temper once he found out she had manipulated his mind to set Carlisle free from his grip. Simone shut down her mind again but not before I saw that Aro had chained her up and kept her from being able to feed while he drained so many right in front of her. She did not regret it and would happily do it again now that she saw what he had achieved.
Once Simone and Carlisle made it to the center of the living room she turned around to face us all. For the first time I saw her in full light. Her hair was very pale blonde, but it had almost looked like silver strands were intertwined with her own.
Esme lead the rest of the family in introducing herself. Simone meant more to Carlisle then I think anyone but Esme realized. Next was Emmett and Rosalie. It was not surprising that Rosalie did not like her and Simone did not seem to let Rosalie’s silence faze her. Emmett has never met a situation that he could not joke about and this was no different. He could tell that Simone did not like being called Sisi, which meant that was what Emmett was going to call her. Alice and Jasper were next.
The closer Jasper got to her the more I began to think that they might have the same type of ability. Both of them are able to know what someone is feeling and change it. Jasper was not aware of this and once I had a chance I had to tell him. Maybe she could help him be able to get a better grip on it all. I know that it had caused him trouble when a whole room feels one way. One time it was so bad that he has to drag Alice away because the sexual tension has taken him over. Alice actually thanked me for that later and said that we were making everyone’s sex life better in the house by just being so lovey.
I saw a flash of what Simone thought of Jasper. It surprised me to think that a vampire who had seen so much found Jasper of all people very appealing. She wondered what his lips would feel like, with its scars creating tiny ridges on the outer part of his lips, all over her body. I knew it was just a lustful thought and she did not intend to ever really act on it. Alice would love that someone else found Jasper as sexy as she did.
Last it was Bella and my turn to greet Simone. After all I now knew about her I was not hesitant to give her a friendly welcome. She looked each one of us over and just about the time she was going to comment us on a beautiful baby she really took her first real look at Renesme and noticed her brown eyes.
She exclaimed her disbelief and moved with all her vampire speed to cross the room to her. I placed my hand on Bella to let her know that everything was ok and not to be startled. Renesme picked up on what Emmet had said earlier and reached her arms out to her. Simone did not hesitate in taking Remesme into her arms.
“Sisi”, was all that she had to say for Simone to totally drop her shield from me. Everything was clear now and I could see why she was here. I already knew that she wanted to see Remesme and that was no surprise, but she also needed to talk to Carlisle about a secret that she knew about his past. She was frightened that he might hate her and I could see why.
Emmet ruined this perfect moment by saying, “Well I think my question on what to call you is solved. Thanks to my lovely niece.”
Simone did not break her contact with Renesme and gave her quick comeback and glanced at Emmet long enough to give a quick smile and wink. She was definitely letting down all of her inhibitions about coming here.
I took this opportunity to lean over Simone’s shoulder to let her know that I knew why she was here and that I would not let Carlisle know what she needed to tell him. I was not sure how Carlisle would react but it would answer questions he had struggled with for hundreds of years.
Simone was more than willing to let us know what we wanted. She wanted to win us over using only herself and not be tempted to tap into her ability to manipulate. When she said that she was Aro’s mate I knew that everyone was tense because Jasper stood up very straight. Carlisle told her to start at the beginning. I agreed that the best way to get to know someone is to know where they came from. Simone, I could tell, had a great story.
Carlisle was right. There was not better way to bond quicker with vampires then to tell them your transformation story.
“Please make yourself comfortable. My story is not one of tragedy. I wanted to die and live forever, but there were some key details that happen to not get mentioned before I made my choice.”
My story begins in Sweden. It was just before the turn of the first millennium. The time of the Vikings. I grew up in a small village. It was only my father, Robert, my older brother, Aden, and my younger brother, Eric. My mother died while giving birth to Eric. Our father raised us up with equal love for each of us. He sent me to houses in the village to learn how to cook, sew and gather knowledge about being a woman, wife and mother. While I was studying to be a good wife, my brothers were being taught how to wield a sword and become fighters. Both Eric and Aden liked to practice their sword skills on me. Two against one is not really fair, but the result was that I became talented with a sword. I grew up knowing all the skills it took to be a proper woman and also what it took to be a Viking warrior.
I grew up to be pretty and had the local boys chasing after me, but I did not desire to be a wife.
There was a woman who was old and had been married and bore many children. She had taken on the role of matriarch. Her role in the village was to make sure that we did not forget our Viking history and retold the stories of the Gods to remind us is if we did not follow their rules what could happen. I had memorized many of them and was reciting them to the children in the village. The satisfaction I got from my new position in the village made me feel like I had a purpose besides becoming someone’s wife.
My father was not happy that I had decided to be so independent and blamed himself for not sending me off to live permanently with another family who could have raised me to be more of a desirable wife. There did not seem to be any lack of suitors coming my way so I was not sure what my father was worried about. Since I had no true desire to be married I had some fun with the boys in the village.
It was around then that I learned I could get some of these boys to do whatever I wanted. I once had a boy’s mother publically say that I had bewitched her son. It was the dead of winter and his particular boy had been after me for months but I had no intention of getting serious with him, or any boy for that matter. I told him to prove how much he loved me by jumping in the partly frozen lake. It was a cruel thing to ask and I thought that he would see it that way and finally leave me alone. To my shock he jumped right in and quickly out. He became very sick with a fever and almost died and it was my fault. Some people just seem to not be able to say no to me.
Besides the influence I had over the boys in the village, my father did not like that I would wonder off for whole days and explore the woods alone. There was one place that I kept as a secret retreat. It was a small lake hidden deep in a forest about five miles from the village. To me this was paradise. I could lay out on a sunny day and pull my skirt up high to feel the sun on my thighs. I had told not a soul about this area. Not even my brothers. As far as I knew I was the only person who ever came here. I was wrong.
One beautiful June afternoon I fell asleep next to the lake. When I woke there was a bouquet of flowers lying right next to me with a note. Simply beautiful, was all that was written on the small piece of parchment. Fear spread over me and I wondered how someone could get so close and I did not hear them and wake? I picked up the flowers and examined them. These were like no flowers I had seen before. I had never laid my eyes on such a beautiful plant. As much as I loved my bouquet I could not take it home. My father and brothers would ask too many questions and I might not be able to go out by myself if they knew I had fallen asleep and while I slept someone had walked right up to me and left them.
The next two weeks I went out to my secret hideaway every day. Whoever it was knew I would come because when I arrived there was either a new type of flower or fruit. Each fruit I tried just kept getting better. I could not imagine who was leaving these for me and was curious where the food was coming from. Animals or bugs would eat the fruit so it had to be laid out just before I arrived.
As I was shoving a piece of banana in my mouth, I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I jumped up, dropping the banana, grabbed my sword and pointing in the direction I thought I saw movement. This might be my secret admirer, but all the gifts in the world do not mean that this is a good person. I looked toward where the trees shifted. My heart hammered in my chest. A figure appeared standing under a tree. He stood tall and had jet black hair that fell to his shoulders. My first impression is that this must be a very sickly person because he had no color in his cheeks.
The whole time he stood under the shade of the tree and I held my stance. I was ready to attack and see how well my brothers had taught me.
“I mean you no harm Simone. My name is Aro. I hope that you enjoyed your gifts over the last few weeks.” He was standing far enough away that one would almost have to yell or at least talk loudly, but his voice did not seem forced. I did not know where he was from, but his looks and his voice made it clear that he was not Nordic.
I still had my hands tightly holding my sword. “How do you know my name?”
“Simone I know much more about you then just your name. I have been looking for someone like you.” As he said this he began to walk, or glide would be a better description, towards me.
“Someone like me? What do you mean? I am nothing special.” I said this with confidence because it was the truth.
“Simone you are special to me. You have the ability to get people to get people to do what you want them to do. I only know how to command.”
The whole time he was coming closer. As soon as he hit the line of the shade of the trees I could see him shimmer in the sun. My mind could not comprehend what I was seeing. I fell to my knees.
I spoke so quietly it was almost a whisper. “It all makes sense. The flowers that could not grow around here. The fruit that tasted sweeter than anything I have ever had. Now that you stand in front of me I can see that you are a god. Please do not punish me too harshly for pointing my sword at you.” I could not even look back up at him. I was embarrassed.
Aro knelt before me. “You think me a god?” He let out a little laugh. “Well I guess you are right. I am the god of eternal life.”
I had been learning about the gods but I did not remember a god of eternal life. How many gods did we not know about, I wondered.
His voice seemed to wrap around me and he sounded amused that I called him a god. I looked up and had to look back down when I saw his bright red eyes. He reached under my chin to make me look at him again.
“Do not fear me. I have come here to ask you to join me for eternity. I have fallen under your spell like so many others. To look upon you is to love you. Simone you can’t help it. You have a way of making people want to please you and will do anything you say.”
I looked directly into those red eyes. They were almost pretty the more I looked at them. “You want to make me a god?” The skepticism was thick in my question.
He leaned in and gave me a firm kiss. His lips were ice cold but it sent a wave of heat through my body. He pulled away but only a few inches. His eyes seemed to penetrate me. “Yes Simone, I want to make you a god. I can promise you power, eternal life and my soul devotion to you.”
Never had anyone ever uttered those words and meant them more. I could see it in his eyes. I could feel it in his hand as it stroked my cheek. He spoke gently as to not scare me. “I see that you are reluctant to leave your father and brothers. If you are going to join me then it has to be now. You will not be able to say goodbye to your family.”
He knew my fear without me telling him. He was a powerful god I could tell. I was not sure what I was going to do. To not be able to tell my family what had happened to me will tear my father and brothers apart. They will go searching for me. My father will blame himself even more for letting me have so much freedom. I did not want to do that to them, but Aro said it was now or never to become a god.
Again Aro leaned in and kissed me. This time his kiss was harder, more eager. I leaned back to try to break the kiss but Aro moved with me, never breaking the kiss, until I was flat on my back and Aro was lightly press across the length of my body. One of his hands had somehow made it under my skirt and his icy hand was firmly placed on my thigh. The combination of my hot skin from, lying in the sun, and his cold hand gave such an odd sensation.
My training for being a good wife came back to me. I had spent many hours learning how to please a husband. I grabbed Aro’s hand and moved it higher on my thigh. He did not need much encouragement. He seemed to know what was going through my head and he placed a hand under my head and gave me a crushing kiss. I moaned from pain as well as passion. Aro took this as a sign and entered me. The pain was almost too much to take. Aro realized this and backed off a little, but never breaking his rhythm. The heat that had started when Aro kissed me had now grown to a blazing fire.
“Simone, my dear, are you ready to become a god?”
I could not think straight but I now knew what I really wanted. “Oh yes, yes. Make me a god.” I said in a very raspy voice I was not even sure if he could tell what I had said.
The words were barely past my lips when he leaned over me, looked deep in my eyes and said, “The pain will not last forever. I promise.” Then he bit my neck and I was forever bound to Aro.
The pain did seem to last forever, but kept hearing Aro saying it would not. I had to believe that he would not lie to me. I gave up everything to be with him. I remember thinking that if the pain did not stop soon I would go insane.