After waking up as a newborn vampire, the first thing Carlisle and I did was kiss. We kissed so long that Edward coughed, and we looked up.

"Sorry," I apologized. "We forgot you were here,"

"That's ok, I'm happy for both of you,"

"So are we, son," Carlisle said. "So, Esme, do you want to hunt? You must be very thirsty,"

I felt a burn in my throat just as he said that. "Actually, I wasn't until you said that,"

Then I thought about my past life. That guy needed a taste of his own medicine.

"I just want to take care of something before we go. Would you mind waiting maybe like…20 minutes?" I asked.

"Sure," Carlisle allowed, kissing my forehead. Edward waved goodbye while I ran at top speed to my old home. I knew I could do this, because I was a vampire now, a thousand times stronger than Charles. But when I heard his boots stomping up the stairs to the door once I got inside my old house, I began feeling a little nervous. What if he killed me first? Could a vampire be killed? I wasn't sure yet. But I was sure of one thing: I wanted blood…his blood.

"Oh, Charles…" I said in a singsong/eerie voice.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, WOMAN?" he yelled, and I jumped, because he was right behind me.

"I was…out,"

"What the hell is wrong with your eyes?" he asked, scared. FINALLY!

"Nothing. I got contacts." I held him in my strong grip and then decided to play with him a little bit.

"How…how did you get so strong…and fast?"

"None of your business,"

"NEVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN!" He raised his hand to slap my face, but I grabbed his arm and snapped it like a twig. Then, I threw him across the floor like he had done to me many times before. He was crying like a scared little girl. I walked over to him very fast and he shielded his arms to protect himself. I stepped on his crotch and then his chest, and he screamed in pain. I dragged him to the stairs and took him up and threw him back down. He smashed into the counter with a loud boom, and I think he was unconscious.

"Just a little payback," I snickered. "And now, for the final show…well, final for you, but not for me. I can live forever," I sank my teeth into his neck and sucked him dry. His screams were cut off once I drank the last ounce of his blood. It felt good.

When I got back, I was smiling, and Edward told Carlisle the whole story. We all burst out laughing evilly and then they asked why I didn't share.

"He was mine, he beat me, so I needed to kill him and torture him like he did to me!"

A hundred years later, I told my children this story, and they laughed. Rosalie did the same kind of thing with Royce, and we hi-fived each other. We laughed even harder when Alice said she killed James, pulled his head clean off, and look at this, he was going to kill her!

"I get back at bears now," Emmett chuckled.

"Well, it's fun to get revenge on people who hurt us…or other beings," Jasper said, hugging Alice protectively.

"I wanted to kill Victoria," Bella sighed. "If you had left her alone, I could have killed her now! I'm finally a vampire!"

"Never," Edward told her. She rolled her eyes at his overprotectiveness.

Revenge is sweet.