Hey! I finally have another story for you! Thank you for reading! I was bored, so I was thinking about Didyme's story. I decided to do a story on the last day of her life. I'll be posting the same story from Aro and Didyme's point of view in two moore chapters. Listen to Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance as you read this. That song was my inspiration.

"Marcus, I'm weary of living this way. I want to leave. If Aro has any respect for his sister, and brother-in-law, he should let us go," my darling wife, Didyme, said again.

"You wish to leave the Volturi, dearest? Respect has no meaning for Aro when it comes to this. You, as his sister, should know this," I replied. It didn't matter to me if we left this place. If Didyme wanted to go, I would follow. That wouldn't please Aro in the least, though.

Yes, Aro. Head of the Volturi and my brother-in-law. He was the oldest among us, so that somehow but him in charge. It was against my nature to seek out unneeded conflict, so I quickly took third in command, after the fiery and belligerent Caius. Aro was the wisest out of us, but that also came with age, though Caius never seemed to get past harsh, unreasonable decisions.

Aro and Didyme both had black hair. Aro's was cut to his shoulder, but Didyme's long, lustrous tresses flowed in thick waves to her perfect, slender hips. Didyme had big eyes that were round and soft with the longest lashes I'd ever seen. The light and dark contrast of her hair and skin was so enchanting, and the way she danced as she walked! I loved her deeply, I loved the aura of happiness that always followed her and transferred to anyone and everyone. My ability to sense relationships only made me fall harder once I sensed that the love was reciprocated. I was the only one she loved, and that almost made me childishly giddy. She often entranced me like this.

"Marcus?" She asked in a worried tone, pulling me out of my reverie.

"Yes, dear?" I responded.

"Did you hear anything I just said?" She asked, giggling as more happiness flooded me. She had such a beautiful smile.

"No," I admitted. I wouldn't dare lie to her.

"I said, Aro will understand that we simply have no interest anymore, and will let us leave. He may be power hungry, but he does love me and wants me to be happy. I am, after all, his sister," She repeated, putting a hand on my arm and smiling a reassurance.

"Alright, Didyme. Let us go speak with Aro," I replied, unable to resist smiling back.

We walked into the ornate room where Aro and Caius sat, shutting the heavy mahogany doors behind us. Didyme's black gown touched the marble floor as she walked, and you could barely tell that her feet were touching the floor. We stood hand in hand before Aro. I was first to speak.

"Aro, Didyme and I are discontent with this life, and wish you would let us go in peace to travel the world. We want to see more than just this building," I said, careful to use "we" and not "she."

"Alright. Marcus, Didyme, I send you from this place, wishing you two the life you dream of. I shall remember you both dearly and you are welcome to return. May God protect you from exposure, and bring you happiness that even Didyme cannot induce. Go, my sister, my brother. For I wish you the best," Aro gave us his blessing after a seconds hesitation. It surprised me that he would let go so easily.

"Thank you, brother, for your blessing. It will be cherished," Didyme replied solemnly, and I nodded.

"We will leave tomorrow, Aro," I said, taking my seat on Aro's left side as Didyme went to the room in which Sulpicia and Athenodora usually stayed.

I knew that Aro loved Sulpicia, but they weren't nearly as close as I was to Didyme. The same followed for Caius and Athenodora. I was glad that Aro could understand that we were not as happy as we could be here. I knew that Didyme loved color, and dressing in the Volturi's signature simple black gowns bored her to death. The only color she wore was hanging around her neck. The gold and ruby Volturi crest added a little bit of color to her dark gown, but it didn't come close to satisfying her. When we left, I would buy her any dress she wanted. I knew she fancied purples, blues, and reds. They complimented her hair and complexion. Her favorite color was, without a doubt, yellow. It fit her personality perfectly.

I rose, "Does anyone else need to feed?" I asked as I acknowledged the dry burning in my throat.

"No," Aro and Caius answered simultaneously.

"Alright, tell my dearest that I shall return shortly," I replied, and ran through the ornate halls and into the night.

I slowed once I reached Montecatini Val di Cecina. I walked through the dirt roads, looking for an isolated house with only one person. When I found one, I crept in through a window and into the bedroom. I smiled, crouching down. I crept silently toward the sleeping man, springing and sinking my teeth into his neck. Once, he was drained, I disposed of the body and ran back to Volterra before daybreak.

I saw thick, purple smoke rising right outside the building. Someone was dead. Maybe a rule breaker, maybe one of the guard. I quickly disregarded it and focused on getting back to Didyme. We would leave tonight at sundown. The sickeningly sweet scent of burning vampire was heavy in the breeze. I would have to ask Aro who it was, and why they made such a harsh decision as killing. Knowing Aro, it was probably a rule breaker. I flitted through the halls into the ornate room where Aro and Caius always sat. Aro greeted me with a smile, as usual. But there was something hidden in his expression…

"Hello, Marcus. How was the hunt?" He asked placidly, but somewhat distanced. I mentally noted that, but otherwise disregarded.

"Satisfying," I replied simply, taking my accustomed seat.

"Master?" Renata asked quietly, timidly almost, her long, light brown hair spilling out of her hood.

"Aro, I noticed a burning vampire. Who was that?" I asked, already sure of the answer.

"Marcus, I hope you're in a good state of mind," Aro started, letting the pain in his face show, "It was Didyme. She got into a scrap with Amelia. I came just as Didyme was destroyed, so I disposed of Amelia as well. I'm sorry I couldn't save my sister and your wife, Marcus," he finished.

I couldn't take it in, "Aro, this is not a joke to play on me. Who was the burning vampire?" I asked bitterly, in complete denial, indignant even.

"They were Didyme and Amelia. I kid you not, Marcus," Aro said, "Go to the other wives if you do not believe me."

I ran into the large, exquisite room where Sulpicia, Athenodora, and Didyme stayed. Sulpicia raised a dark eyebrow at me, while Athenodora stared at the floor. Didyme was not there. The overwhelming stabbing in the center of my chest made me stagger back as anger hit me. I ran into a spare room, seething. I hated Amelia for destroying my beloved! I hoped she was in hell! The marble wall shattered under my fist as I snarled. Didyme was really gone! It was my fault. I shouldn't have gone hunting! I could've stopped Amelia!

The pain and despair beyond words took over me. I sank back against the wall, dry sobs wracking my entire body. I wanted to die just then. I knew it was frowned upon for a man to sob like this, but how could I not when my whole soul had just gone up in flames. I sank my fingers into the granite floors, not feeling satisfied in the least when it turned to dust under my hand's crushing strength.

I hated myself. I was guilty. I allowed her to die. I didn't say goodbye. I regretted the few times we'd argued. I regretted not telling her that I loved her more often. I regretted everything I had done that didn't please her. I regretted not leaving right away.

After hours of this, I finally got up and walked slowly outside with a stone urn just as exquisitely beautiful. No, it wasn't. Nothing could be that beautiful. In gold paint, I wrote "Didyme, My Beloved" in the best calligraphy I could manage. I was surrounded by walls, so no human saw my skin shimmer in the light of the midday sun. I saw two piles of ashes. One had an ornate, shining gold chain partially exposed. I walked over to it, uncovering the chain gently, lifting it to see the Volturi crest pendant, rubies set in the "V" of it. It was Didyme's. I fought more sobs as I took the brush I had brought and swept my love's ashes into the urn. After that was done, I wrapped the necklace around the neck of the alabaster urn and walked back inside, completely numb.

My life would never be the same. I didn't know how to feel anything anymore. Apathy was better than pain. Well, not complete apathy, there was a dull throbbing in my chest, where my heart should be. To my now unenthusiastic surprise, I felt more loyal to Aro and Caius now. I was too miserable to wonder why. I was broken. I thought about all that she had never told me. I knew I would be a ghost of my former self, a shell.