Authors Note -
This is a short fanfic from Victoria's POV from in twilight when James dies.
Disclaimed - I do not own any of these characters, they are all creations of Stephanie Meyer. However, I did write this small fanfic - which is kind of based on twilight by Stephanie Meter - so please do not copy.
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"No!" I roared; pulling a tree out of the ground. I could feel its roots snap in my dirty fingers and I threw it into the distance; I heard it collide with the forest floor, making the ground shudder and vibrate.
The smoke spiraled from the the ballet stuidio into the grey sky and I knew that he was gone.
The deep, foul smell of vampire remains soon followed; wafting to my seneses. I retreated further into the shelter of the green, lushious trees.
I spat on the dry earth beneath my bare feet as the high, triumphant cheers of the Cullens reached my sensative ears.
I screeched and my fists chlenched into tight balls as I got into a protective stance.
James.
Numbness, emptyness. Then I felt a harsh, sudden pang of pain and sorrow that hit me to the ground with an omnipotent blow.
James.
I heard the light heartbeat of a rabbit. I could hear it slowly bound on the forest floor. I closed my eyes and focused on its heartbeat.
James.
Another pang hit me; hunger and thirst. My head sharply spun in the direction of the rabbit. It was closer; its steady heartbeat louder. I took one long jump as my nails dug into its rough, brown fur. It let out one last high-pitched squeal and attempted wriggle of escape but I quickly cracked its spine.
The snap echoed throughout the quiet forest but now my thirst led me to ignore the defeaning sound.
James.
I thrust my lips onto its neck; my teeth sunk into its fleshy skin. I roughly pulled my head away; seperating a piece of the skin which I then swallowed whole. It was such a small creature; but its blood was so sweet, so sugary and …
James.
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I pulled myself away from the cold; broken creature. My white fur shawl was stained with blood and my hair was knotted and interwoven with twigs and leaves from the forest floor. I felt a trickle of the creatures blood drip down my chip. My hand rushed to my neck and soaked up the blood; I licked my finger, certain that every last drop had been eaten.
My stomach was far from full but the hunger pain was satisfied.
James.
The sorrowful throbbing disapeared and in its place; fresh anger and hot revenge burned through my body.
Goodbye my love; I shall evenge you.
And as I walked away from the damaged ballet studio and the cloud of smoke which lingered over the canopy of trees; an evil smile formed on my red lips.