"Of All the Merciless Murders…"
"Why did you do it?" he asked her, rage coiling in his stomach, setting his eyes alight with malice.
"Why? Why did you kill them?!"
"Why do you think, moron? Remember what all of you did to me?!" screamed at him, her blonde hair flying behind her, her crimson eyes alight with fire. Abruptly she turned around, her back to him.
She looks like an enraged goddess. Royce thought, admiring her beauty in a small, insignificant corner of his mind.
"They raped me, you bastard! They raped me! They deserved everything I did! Everything! And you helped them to do it."
It was an arranged marriage created by their parents. An arranged marriage that didn't workout, quite obviously.
"We were drunk!"
She spun around, her white wedding dress twirling gracefully with the motion.
"Drunk?!" The pitch of her voice went up. "That doesn't excuse what you did! Nothing you say will excuse it!"
"I'm sorry!" he cried, hoping beyond hope that the scorned woman before him would have mercy.
"Oh, you'll be sorry. I'm going to make sure that you're sorry."
Suddenly, she disappeared, and reappeared before him.
What the hell?! What is she?!
Grabbing his arm, she bent it backwards, listening to it snap.
"Please!" he screamed, tears of pain streaming down his face.
For the next hour, she tortured him, reducing the normally proud man to tears, groveling at her feet, begging for mercy. Then, with unnatural speed, she grabbed him by the throat, lifted him to eye level and slammed him against the wall.
"I'll see you in hell, bastard." she said, fire raging in her eyes. After snapping his neck, she released him, and watched him crumple to the ground, dead.
Spitting venom on him, Rosalie Cullen turned and left, the sound of venom burning through flesh and dead bodies the only thing left in her wake.