A/N: This is my first Twilight story. To be honest, I only just got done watching the movies. I haven't gotten the chance to read the books, but I loved Aro right off. I decided to give him a more modern Mate and a few earth rattling problems, to make sure he knows how special she is. If I get anything wrong that's WAY off canon, please just let me know and I'll fix it. Please review and tell me how I did.

Chapter 1: Need

Aro glared at the fire burning bright in the cold winter night. Why? Why did she have to disobey? Why could she not have been content with what he'd given her? Why did she…No! He was done! If she was not content with what she had, she deserved the end she had. Still…He would never admit as such to any, it did hurt. Deep down, it did hurt.

"Aro." He turned to Caius. His companion's face was cold and hard. "It is done. I would see us depart, before the humans wake."

Aro nodded. "Leave." He murmured, drawing a dark frown from his coven brother. "I—" he stopped, staring at the bright flames. The pain in his heart was something so strong he hadn't felt the like since Didyme…Oh, the pain of the world! The words gasped in his mind like the cold wind he hadn't felt for nigh on three thousand years.

"I have—there is someone I must speak with, it is imperative." He turned back to his companion. "I shall return in due time, Brother."

Caius nodded, but threw an uncertain look to Marcus. The emotionless vampire did not react. "Very well, Brother." The blond nodded and with Marcus, lead the Volturi guard away.

Aro turned his eyes back to the bonfire that had once been his mate. Oh, Sulpicia! I wished only to keep you safe.

But did you? The voice that whispered from deep within Aro's black heart would have made his blood run chill, had he had any. Was it for her, or was it for you? You simply feared for yourself. You only ever feel for yourself. You are a cold, cowardice, selfish demon. Do you not deserve the pain you feel?

Aro shook his head as the pain in his heart grew. No! It was for her! He knew and loved her! He'd changed her for the sole purpose as to be his mate!

But did you?! Was it for her or for you?! When do you ever do anything for someone else?! When have you ever put others first?! Marcus and Didyme! Your own sister! You cause such pain! Even to yourself! YOU ARE A MONSTER!

"NO!" Aro snarled and with his mind consumed with pain, anger, and guilt, he ran. He placed on foot in front of the other, pushing himself to the very limit of his vampiric abilities. He would down it out, push it away.

Or, speak to someone about it.

But who could he speak to. None would listen, nor would he trust anyone with the pain of his heart.

Carlisle Cullen. The answer was simple…and yet, so very difficult.

No, he will not have forgiven me. He will not want my friendship.

But, you do not know if you do not try. He answered himself, but still did not dare to hope.

I will not know where to find him.

You know where to start.

The vampiric lord sighed, coming to a stop in his mad dash for release. Looking around, he found himself on a warm beach, the morning sun spilling out over the ocean, making it gleam and sparkle. Out of habit, he pulled his heavy woolen cowl over his head, covering his ever-pale skin, stopping the glistening diamond-like sparkle that he gave off.

Yes, I know where to start and will not know if I do not try. I need to talk and forgiven or not, Carlisle would never betray my trust…would he? The fear of betrayal stabbed his heart, adding to the pain of his loss.

"I do not know the answers!" He gasped to himself. He wanted to crumble in on himself. He was so strong in the physical sense, but mentally, he felt as though he was crumbling into dust.

Suddenly he tensed, as the delectable smell of a human reached his sharp nose. "Hey…um…are you okay, sir?" Aro turned to the human girl, as she came to a stop not far from him. "Isn't it a little hot out to be wearing so much?"

He smiled pleasantly at her innocent questions, loving the sound of her sweet little Irish accent. She really did smell so very appealing. Aro didn't know what he had for red-heads, but they truly seemed to be his thing.

Feeling his thirst darken his eyes, he beckoned the girl over. "Come here, my dear."

The girl came a little closer, but not much. He beckoned again, and she took another step closer, but no more than that. "What have you to fear?" he asked, his voice smooth and seductive. "I will not harm you."

"Said every serial killer ever." The girl remarked, though she did take another step closer. She was just out of reach, though if he were to go for her, he would easily dominate.

A soft chuckle slipped out of his lips. Oh, how he enjoyed playing with them! They took his mind off the pain! "Yes, the world is a dangerous place. Tell me, what is a young creature like yourself doing so far from civilization, alone?"

The girl cocked an eyebrow at him. "My family lives two miles that way. I know this beach better than I know my own body."

Aro nodded. "How unfortunate," he whispered. She frowned, taking a step back. "Pity," he continued, his voice never rising above a soft murmur, "I would love to prolong this, but I have somewhere to be."

With smooth ease, he leapt at her. She screamed, but he quickly wrapped his arms around her, muffling her cries with his thick cloak. "I am truly sorry," he whispered, "but you were just too sweet to resist, and I am known for my sweet tooth."

He sank his teeth into the soft skin of her neck, keeping his cloak wrapped round her, muffling the shriek. She was drained in seconds, her struggling body going limp in his grasp. "Thank you," he murmured, "you were as delicious as you smelled. I am sorry, your family will miss you. I do hope they find the body someday."

With vampiric ease, he flung the body away from him, ignoring the splash it made as it hit the ocean. Let the predators of the ocean finish it off, or let it float ashore somewhere, he did not care. If they found it, with his bite mark on her neck…well, the local coven could deal with that.

Aro turned to the north east. He wasn't entirely certain which direction would help him reach Washington faster, but he did know, by cutting across Asia, he would be able to jump from Russia to Alaska and never have to bother with getting wet.

His course set, he broke into a run, not bothering to keep himself covered. No one would see him long enough to notice anything strange and if they did…Well, I'm always open to another meal.