A/N: So I was re-reading Eclipse, and suddenly I wanted to know exactly what Rosalie did to Royce (I know, I'm weird). But it didn't say what Rosalie did. So I've decided to imagine how it was…

Disclaimer: I'm not SM.

Rosalie:

I smoothed down the creases on the stolen wedding dress, and then gently kicked aside one security guard so I could open the door to where Royce was. I tugged at the door, and it flew open. I heard a high-pitched scream.

It was dark inside, but I could see Royce sitting on the bed, staring wide-eyed at the figure in the doorway. He was whimpering softly. He couldn't see me- what bad eyesight human's have- or else he'd been screaming some more. That monster deserved to continue screaming. I smiled to myself and lit up the candle in my hand.

Just as I had hoped, he screamed. What a terrifying figure I must be to him. He must see his dead fiancée standing before him with a cruel smile on her face. I would scream as well, if I had been the victim. But I wasn't the victim. I was to be the murderer.

I put down the flickering candle on a small table, then began to pace steadily towards him, humming the wedding hymn. Royce kept screaming, and he began to scramble backwards. When I had cornered him, I reached into my clutch and took out a single, wilted rose. I held it towards him. "Roses, Royce." I said quietly. "Like you always sent me. Remember, darling?"

Royce kept screaming.

I gently tucked the rose into his shirt pocket. "Royce, you do remember me, don't you?" I asked, batting my eyelashes. I took his hand, and he shuddered at the coolness of my fingers. He had stopped screaming by then, and was rapidly opening and closing his eyes. He probably thought it was a dream. Well, he would be eternally sleeping soon, and Royce King the Second would never have bad dreams again.

Now Royce took a deep shuddering breath. "Rosalie." He gulped. "I thought you were dead."

I started stroking his hand. "Royce," I said, looking into his eyes cruelly. "I am dead, dearest."

He screamed and ripped his hands from mine.

"But I don't understand!" He wailed pathetically. "How could you be dead if you're talking to me?"

"You don't have to understand." I cooed. "In fact, you never have to understand anything- anything- ever again. I presume you know why I am here?"

Royce shook his head wildly.

"I am here for… a little something." I told him, twirling my hair with one finger. "You see," I continued, dropping my hands from my hair and holding his hands tight. "I am here for something typically called revenge. You know how all your little friends have been murdered?"

Royce tried to run for it. I was by his side in an instant, pinning him to the wall painfully so that he squealed. I waited for him to stop squirming, then continued. "I killed them."

He screamed then, quite loudly, I must add. I put a finger to his lips. "Shh, Royce." I murmured harshly. "No one other than I will hear you tonight."

Royce started squirming again, and I tried to wait patiently for him to stop. It was getting hard to control myself, but I knew that I couldn't just kill him. I had to have him terrified and on his knees, groveling. He needed to beg for my forgiveness.

"What do you want?" Royce cried.

I smiled my best sinister smile. "Well, my dearest ex-fiancée, you don't think I would just leave you… alive?"

Royce screamed, and this time I couldn't wait for him to stop. Before I knew what was happening, my hand was clapped over his mouth and I was whispering in his ear "Tonight, Royce, you're paying for your ways."

Then I stopped pinning him to the wall. He collapsed to the ground, rubbing his back and moaning. I kicked him and he began to scream again. What a screamer this man was! "Silence!" I roared, and Royce looked up at me pitifully, though silenced.

I sat down in front of him. He started to whimper as I added "You scream too much."

We sat in silence for a moment.

Royce started twiddling his thumbs. I watched him, and then I noticed something gold on his ring finger. A ring. An engagement ring.

I almost howled then. Any doubts about my actions were dispelled. This is the monster that took my life, the chance to see my family again, and the chance to actually have a family. And now, so soon, he's engaged to another?

"Royce." I said suddenly. He looked up and started screaming because I was mere millimeters away. "You," I said menacingly. "You took away my chance to marry. And now, Royce, you'll never have yours."

And with that my fingers tightened around his throat and Royce King the Second was no more.

I stood up and looked down for a moment at the man I was supposed to marry. Then I bent down and removed the wilted rose from his shirt pocket, and put it in his hands. "And that's how you used to give it to me." I said bitterly and left.

So, love it? Hate it? Poor Rose.