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The Jewels of Black Darkness

We all know the story of how Edward and Bella found each other and fell in love. But what about the fearless and feared leader of the Volturi? Aro always knew that Edward and his baby sister Ella would be important, but he never knew how important she would be.Ella has never liked Caius, and if she learned he was planning something dark and evil, something that would harm her mate... Aro/OC, Bella/Edward, Nessie/Jacob, etc.

I've never liked Sulpicia and I've kind of always wanted Aro to have a stronger famliar bond to the Cullen clan...so I thought Ella would be the perfect connection. Plus, I've written plenty of Edward/Bella stories so it's kind of nice to be able to focus on a COMPLETELY different couple, even a non-canon one.

1. The Beginning/Alice's Vision

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“Aro, I refuse to take part in this...slaughter!”

The ocular room stood dramatically silent as Ella’s voice faded into an echo. She pushed a stray lock of copper hair out of her flawless face. She gently touched the heart shaped locket around her neck and sighed.

“Your mate is a fool.” Caius spit at Aro. He paced around the ocular room as his comment reverberated around the room. The Volturi leader looked at Caius, anger evident in his aura but nonetheless, smiled.

“She is simply...concerned for her family.” He replied dryly. “Brother, there’s no shame in that. Regardless my dear, we must investigate the...situation.” Caius slyly smirked at the shocked Ella.

“Aro, Caius is pushing for death to the Cullens! We have no just cause...” She pleaded. Aro looked at her, the shock and sadness in her topaz eyes and almost faltered but the touch of his other brother Marcus kept him on track.

“We? There is no ‘we’, stupid girl! You are-” Caius snapped at the woman before Aro held his hand up to him.

“A wife and a member of the coven, but nonetheless, Ella, I’m afraid that I saw what Irina saw. It was an immortal child. You know the rules.” Aro said to his wife, visibly fuming. “Now, go get ready, we leave at midnight. And remind Athenodora as well.” Ella nodded defeatedly at her husband’s request and silently swept away to her room. Aro shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, sitting down in his throne.

“Aro, you did the right thing.” Marcus said quietly as the room quickly dissolved into the three Volturi leaders. Caius nodded.

“A wife should learn her place. Why, if Athena had spoken to me that way-” He began, before he was met with a scathing glare.

Aro sighed and touched his forehead. “She’s still so young, not even a century old. Ella will learn. She’s very bright you know, and that power!” He began doting on his young mate.

Caius growled in exasperation and quickly left the room, mumbling something about making sure that his own wife was getting ready for the journey to Washington. His hatred for that...girl knew no end. He hated her power, the shapeshifting, he hated her power over Aro. Most importantly, he hated that she was so beautiful and young, and that she would never ever be his.

“Carlisle, what if we could get Ella to side with us...?” Edward trailed off as he spoke to his father. He needed anything to reassure Bella, and himself.

Carlisle shook his head. “You know how unlikely it is that she would side against her mate, and Edward...I could never ask her to. Hopefully it won’t come down to a fight, but...I’m afraid that she would side with Aro, just as you’d side with Bella.”

Edward nodded silently, as they stared into the fire, hoping that when tomorrow comes, he’d live to see his daughter grow up.

Ella stared at her brother’s face from underneath her hood. She held her husband’s hand delicately until he gently pulled away to speak to the approaching Cullens.

The little girl, the one who looked just like her brother and Bella, looked directly into her eyes and Ella could feel her thoughts. After all, she was the only one of the Volturi to have the tell-tale golden eyes. Ella smiled at her reassuringly, but she knew that if Caius had his way, the little girl, Renesmee would die.

Suddenly, she heard her husband’s laugh. How maniacal it sounded... she thought quietly. Ella always knew how power hungry Aro was, in fact she loved how ambitious he was. She noticed it while he was courting her when she was still human, when she was still Ella Masen.

“Ella, my love, please come here.” She looked up and silently glided over to her husband and the others. She felt Jane’s glare come full force on her back and sighed. When she reached Aro, she looked into Edward’s face. “Do you hear it?”

“What?” Ella asked confused.
“The strange heartbeat. The smell of human blood.” He asked her, grinning down to her. Ella listened quietly, and heard the odd little sound. She smiled again at Renesmee who returned the smile. Ella nodded but bent down to Renesmee’s eye level and looked into the brown eyes.

“Brown? Not red, or gold, or black?” Ella whispered quietly. The girl touched her face delicately and smiled. All of a sudden, Ella knew everything. How Bella and Edward got married, had their wedding night as a human and vampire (something she herself knew was in itself a spectacular event), Bella gave birth to Renesmee and how the wolf, Jacob, imprinted on her. Ella stood up and looked at Aro.

“She’s no immortal child Aro...she’s a...a...”

“A what?” Caius snapped viciously at her. Edward’s growl filled the silent crack.

Ella blinked and shook her head. “She’s a hybrid. Offspring of a human...and vampire.” Aro laughed again.

“Wonderful! The potential...” He trailed off as Caius and Marcus approached the tiny circle of convention. Caius grabbed his hand.

A threat! Aro, she is a threat! He thought. Aro nodded and the three vampires drew back a bit, leaving Ella to fade back into her spot next to Athenodora.

“I’m afraid...” Aro said. Ella zoned out of the conversation and looked at Nessie, as everyone in her family was prone to calling her. The little girl was beautiful, the spitting image of her father and mother. Ella sighed, and thought about how Bella got what she had wanted. Suddenly, Alice and her mate appeared out of nowhere. She conversed with the three hooded figures and it seemed as quickly as they arrived, they were leaving. Ella felt the marble hand of her husband enclose her own small porcelain hand and they were off. Back to Italy.

As they were running, Ella looked into Aro’s eyes and asked, “What did you see?”

Alice’s Battle Vision:

The death completely surrounded him. Everyone was dying, Jane, Marcus, Caius...He could deal with all of that, but not his Ella. He looked her and made his instructions clear.

“Get into a tree. Stay away from the battle. And remember...Io ti amerò per sempre..” He whispered in her ear. She looked at him and he repeated himself. She nodded and kissed him swiftly, but meant it. She found a tree and climbed up it, hiding in its branches and praying that her husband would be joining her soon. After this awful thing, they’d be able to get away, just the two of them.

Ella saw Edward and Bella completely disarm her husband and before she could scream, his head was off and in the fire. Aro hoped that she would take comfort in that his last thoughts were of her beautiful face.

Edward looked up as he heard her thoughts, a widow’s wail. He went looking for another Volturi member and Ella jumped down. She morphed her body until she had the full physique of her older brother. She approached Bella.

“Bella...” Ella/Edward said smoothly, opening her/his arms to Bella who gratefully took the opportunity. As the embrace went on, Bella felt “Edward” shrink.

Alice and Edward screamed, “NO BELLA!” She pulled away, too late, to see the glare of Ella who wasted no chance and ripped Bella’s head off by her hair.

Edward screamed angrily and the ballet of death began between him and his sister. The two sparred and jabbed and bit and kicked and scratched.

Finally the two ran at each other, and before anyone could stop it, both of their heads were rolling in opposite directions.

Ella shuddered at the vision that Aro had described and embraced her husband tightly. She buried her face in his chest and shook with fear. Her mate smoothed her hair back gently and kissed her temple.

“It’s okay my love, I promise you that.” He smiled at her. Now that they were home, Ella felt that she could breath again. She took Aro’s hand and led him back to their room. She went to her vanity mirror and began brushing her hair, melting copper. He went to his favorite chair and began reading one of his Latin books.

Ella looked at the picture sitting on her vanity table and smiled. It was the picture that was taken on her wedding day, 81 years ago.

She decided it was time to revisit memory lane.