Based on FlashFicFanFic week 34 prompt. All characters belong to SM.
That little bitch will never see me coming.
It would be too easy to take her out with my bare hands. The pathetic little mousy human couldn't even scratch me, no less fight me off.
The blade will be a nice touch; no one will suspect a vampire. Once planted on that freak of a boy Mike Newton, the case will easily be closed and Edward will be mine.
Why doesn't he understand that she could never satisfy him like I can? He'll be grieving, so I'll take him to my bed and show him just what vampires are made for. I can almost feel him now, hand around my throat, marking me as his.
"You arrogant, selfish, whore. You never had me, Tanya, and you never will. I'm not "marking" you, succubus, I'm tearing your fucking head off."