1Stage 1: Denial
Her face screwed up in pain as the air left her body with a shrill scream that filled the Volturi castle with dread and immense, unforgiving pain. The pale skin crackled and then, suddenly, there was nothing but broken marble where she had been. Cracked, broken, and all but forgotten as Aro commanded they burn her.
Edward dreamed a lot these days, but never about her. Never about Cristina, his beautiful sister. It had been a week, and tears had yet to fall. It had been a stupid sentence. She had been a newborn, her thirst for blood still fresh and uncontrollable – and Aro had sentenced her to death because her self-control had slipped for one second. One second was all it took, and then it was all over. The woman he loved more than anything on this earth was dead.
She had been cracked and broken into pieces of marble, but she would not be forgotten. That much he promised himself. She would not get to leave this world before he had dealt with her executors. Her memory would be honoured with the blood of those who had so unrightfully killed her. Only with them broken could he let himself forget.