Authors Note:
This is just a little something I wrote during English class. It's about Victoria, and her POV from James's death to her own destruction. Please be nice, this is my first time!!!
Victoria's POV
I screamed with rage and grief when I found James's burned remains in the ballet studio. Why did they kill him? Can't they see I can't live without him? I sunk to my knees and trailed my fingertips through the sickly sweet smelling ashes. They couldn't have just torn him up, no; they had to make it so there was no hope. I would avenge him. He deserves to be remembered. I would destroy their little human pet just like they destroyed my heart.
I filled up an old necklace pouch with some of my loves ashes, ripped the bottom of my tank top, and fashioned a necklace so that I could always keep a part of him with me. I slowly got to my feet, my face blank. If one of my kind could cry, I would be. Edward would feel what I have felt, the grief that is breaking me. I ran out into the ally out back, a plan formulating in my head.
A few months latter, during the fight between Victoria and Edward.
I dogged around him, my fiery hair whipping into my eyes. I new I was loosing, but I wanted to go down with a fight. He lunged for my throat, and I sidestepped, but not quite fast enough. The tip of one of his fingers caught on something, and whatever it was flew into the air. It was the pouch with James's remains. I howled in pain as my beloved's ashes drifted away on the wind.
I stood there, why was I even trying? Nothing I could do would bring him back. Edward stared at me, questions in his eyes and a profound look of remorse. I suddenly remembered that he could read minds.
YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME!
I screamed that sentence over and over in my head, watching him flinch with every repetition.
"Just end it," I sighed in defeat. He hesitated.
"Do it!" I screamed this time, the raw sound echoing throughout the forest. His hand whipped out towards me, so fast that even I could barley see it. And then I felt my head lifting away from my body. It was the oddest sensation, being without the rest of me. I know vampires can survive in separate pieces, but to remain conscious, even after decapitation!
I tracked Edward with my eyes as he flitted over to the little human he called "Bella." Love filled both their gazes as they embraced. Love like I had seen so many times directed at me by James. I sobbed in my head, how could I allow myself to do this? I had been so wrapped up in my own sadness that I had not seen what was right in front of me. They were just as in love as James and I had been and I was about to end that! I was as much a monster as I though them to be!
Edward slowly walked back to me. He started a fire and threw my body into its center. Pain flashed through my head for a second, and was gone as my body turned into the substance that my beloved was now. He came over, picked up my head, and looked me strait in the eyes.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, and he gently placed me into the glowing inferno. My last thought was that I would finally see my James again, be it in heaven or hell.
Authors Note:
Please tell me what you think. This is the first thing I've ever written, and I would love to know if I have some promise, or if I should just renounce writing altogether. The review button is right there, all you need to say is good or terrible.
-TTT