"James?" The smell of him came so strong to her that her eyes started watering with joy, "You're alive. I knew it wasn't true. I knew you were alive." The overwhelming happiness and relief she felt now would soon be overshadowed by the grief as she realised again that it was true- he was dead. And there was nothing that she or anyone else could do about it. And when she realised in a few minutes, as she surely would and she always did, it would cripple her, maybe only for days this time but it would. It was inevitable. As sure as the day ending and the night beginning. As sure as the people who she fed off were dead. As sure as she was that she would have revenge.
James could smell the scent of her from miles away: she was delicious; she was his. It was no fun for him though- she was too easy. He could tell she was alone, in the forest with no-one else for miles around. There was no motivation for him other than hunger: but he would wait, the best part of the kill was the chase. If there was no chase, it just wasn't worth his time. He planned to wait, play his favourite game of hide and seek; give her 1 week to run and then he'd come to collect his prize.
It took little time for the smell to gradually fade away but she didn't recover her senses for many days. In that time she was blind to her surroundings, if she had been paying attention she would have noticed the constant rain, the trees as far as the eyes could see and the fact she was gotten where she wanted undetected. Victoria was in Forks. The green around her began to make sense as did the bitter-sweet smell of James. She realised he wasn't alive, rumour she'd heard whilst travelling with James began to make sense: the bonded pair were inseparable; she had smelt his oh-so poignant scent because his murderers were close, and the scent of his death saturated them. It was part of the heightened abilities of vampires. The victim's scent would be sensed by their mate on their murderer forever until justice had been fulfilled or the mate died, whichever came first and Victoria swore it would be the former.
After quenching her thirst on some innocent mountaineers Victoria began to follow the scent like she was in a trance. It wasn't long before the whole land smelt so strongly of James that it stung that she began to plot. This wasn't the right way to do it. She needed time. She wasn't just going to kill Edward, who was the whole reason James was dead, she was going to obliterate him and his family but most importantly the snivelling human pet of his that meant the world to him. More than the world in fact.