The fire had burned all through the night and out came cousin Juliet's nurse bawling and screaming, praying and cursing. It was a sort of amazement for five year old Tybalt Capulet to see. And when they carried out little Susan's body, all covered with burns, Tybalt hid behind the legs of his father who was Juliet's uncle. Juliet understood nothing, and she never would, Tybalt thought. Susan was the one who played with him, when Juliet was being so pampered by everyone, the only child, and the precious gem of the Capulets. Susan was the one who promised to him to play with him always, and she would. Then the Nurse would come out, waving them in with a humorous smile. But never again. Never again because of the Montagues, who decided to be clever and burn down everything. Every wall that Tybalt was comfortable with burned, and it gave him a pain in his chest to see the Nurse whimpering and sobbing as the chorus sang on. Tybalt puffed up his chest, adjusted his wooden sword, and promised himself it would be avenged. After all, it was only fair. He felt angry, he felt mad, wanted to tear the world up and maybe he could.
A/N: Had to do an essay on Tybalt and it felt like...he was just misunderstood...What do you think :( Hehe...Tybalt/Susan forever!