~Just a little story of Victoria's reaction to James death~
My heels smashed over the ashes of my once beloved, James. The stomping of my shoes almost covered the sound of my whimpering. "James…" Was all I could manage to get out of my mouth. He was gone. His warm devious smile was gone. The ice cold touch of his fingers that once made me tingle were gone. His whole existence was gone. "James!" I shrieked falling to my knees. A few ashes jumped making me shake slightly. "James! Come back!" I scooped up a pile of ashes and cradled them to my chest. They were all that was left of my angel now. "I love you" I whispered to the meaningless ashes. I hoped James would get the message. Probably not. He was lost now and all I was filled with was pity. My un-beating heart was breaking even more every time another ash would slip through my silky fingers. "No" I constricted my hand in to a fist squeezing the ashes in to nothing, but dust, "They won't win" My fists got tighter as a tear of venom streaked down my face. It burned my cheek for a moment while I unclenched one fist and wiped the tear off. Slowly I moved my finger to my mouth where I tasted the burning tear. Sweet venom. Sweet burning venom. The sweet burning venom that should have killed that hideous excuse for a human. But no. That vegetarian had to save her, while his brothers scurried off to rip James apart and burn every last part of him. I never even got to say goodbye. "They won't win" I repeated clenching my jaw then changing my words around, "She won't win" James promised me he'd have Bella dead soon. I would fulfill his promise. "He took my love away from me now it's time for him to feel some pain" I slammed my fist onto the pile of ashes making a whole in the ballet floor. Ah the making of the revenge I will soon have. So very satisfying. I stood up and threw the ashes still in my fist and as they fell to the ground whispering in a sing song voice, "Rest now my sweet, for I will fulfill what you promised and I will get our revenge" Before I strutted out of the ballet studio one more streak of venom crossed down my face and that's when I knew Bella surely would pay. Before I'd kill her she'd have so much blood oozing out of her, so many of her bones snapping, so many bruises forming on her body, that she would surely regret the moment she decided to have her precious boyfriend kill my James. My boyfriend. My master. Bella's should-have-been worst nightmare.