I think that Stephenie Meyer (Or Rosalie) should have gone into better detail of how Rose killed her 'beloved' fiancée… than again, I have a twisted mind that enjoys others pain… I'm usually eager for war scenes in books… Anyway…
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters… heck, I don't even own the idea for the story!
Royce's Death (hehehe…)
I climbed up the stairs of the tallest tower in his 'hideout'. It was obviously nothing for me. I could smell him… his fear… that and he wasn't counting on me being supernaturally strong. Then again, was he even waiting for me? Or was he waiting for someone else?
I shrugged it off and reached the top of the stairs. There were two strong, insignificant guards at the doorway. They stared at me, in shock. Most men were, especially now. I had red eyes still, and long, blond hair. I was the most beautiful creature on this earth. That and I dressed up. I was wearing a wedding dress, long, flowing, perfectly white... I had the edges of the full skirt tattered a little, though. I thought it would add to the effect.
I made short work of the two guards, not making a single sound or letting a single drop of blood get out. I wouldn't have been able to resist that. I was still just a newborn. I put the veil over my head, to where he could still see my face, though. I slowly opened the door, smiling. I walked in like it was my wedding and scanned the room for this man that I saved for last. He was cowering on a chair in the corner of the room.
I turned to him and smiled. "We're getting married today, honey, why are you so scared?" He merely whimpered and I smiled wider, then I got down to business. Scare him, kill him, and leave. That was my plan. "One of your friends hurt me the other day…" I frowned at him and rubbed my side, only one of the placed I was hurt.
"D-Did they?" he stuttered. He was trying to act natural.
"Yes…" I frowned. I lifted my veil so that he could see my blood red eyes, though I've only ever tasted blood of an animal. "It's time to say our vows, dearest…" I whispered menacingly.
"Do you, Royce King, take me, Rosalie Hale, to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do we part?" I approached him slowly, and then threw him out of his seat, into a wall. "Do you?"
He shakily nodded his head as I stepped on his leg, breaking it. "Do you?" He stared at me in pain, but surprisingly quiet and I tossed him to the ground.
"I do…" he whispered. I leaned over him and smiled again.
"Me too… only one thing…" I leaned over his ear and he whimpered. "I'm dead… death has parted us… because of you." Those words brought out the scream I was waiting for. He screamed louder with each limb I broke. Then I considered leaving him there.
"Honey, where's your tuxedo?" I pouted at him and he just stared. "Can you do more than stare?" He made no movement.
I skipped over to where he laid, his limbs in disgustingly wrong angles, and leaned over him again. "You did more than this to me… my husband…" I hissed. Then I snapped his neck and his limbs stopped twitching. I smiled to myself in satisfaction and left, knowing that the guard would switch soon to find three bodies to clean up.
How was it? Sorry it was so short… It was harder to do since she didn't drink his blood and in the book it said that she was careful to not spill a drop of blood. But this scene has played in my head a million different ways and so I wrote down the most plausible one. Review, please!!