You frowned as you sped away from that man, that man who knew bits of your story.
It annoyed you, that people were still talking about you, and how you swore vengeance.
The Cullens will pay. They may not have killed her personally, but those two made her life hell.
Her parents.
You frown. You have wondered, many times as you became the greatest Vampire Slayer the world had ever seen, if killing her parents was the right thing to do.
You have decided, without a doubt, yes.
She was miserable. She had no feelings towards that bastard werewolf that were in any way romantic. You knew this. You saw the suffering in her eyes…
You wonder if you were in love with her.
Doubtful.
She was only seven. Despite what that man believed, you knew of her heritage, and what she was.
You were stupid then.
It indirectly resulted in her death.
You feel now as if she was simply your little sister… someone you loved very dearly.
But, could it have been more?
You get closer to that town. That town where all that happened. You had long ago abandoned the name you were born with, to become a completely different person.
A ruthless killer, with a thirst for revenge.
You must prepare, for the greatest battle of your life.
Pitiful. You are disappointed. Five of the seven have fallen. That only leaves…
You kick down his door.
He's crying.
You flinch.
"You… cared for her didn't you?" He asked you.
You take out your weapon.
"I believed… I cared for Bella… once." He said. "But no… she truly meant nothing to me! When she left me… I felt nothing! Nothing! I felt this has soon as I turned her…" He sighed. "I was lustful. She was dazzled. I was so intoxicated by her scent…"
You say nothing.
"At one point, I wondered if whether I could love at all." He went on. "But then…" He broke down crying. "You killed them!"
"You hypocrite." You say dangerously. He gasped.
You rush over and grab his neck with one hand.
"Look at this scar." You command, showing him my other hand. "Want to know how I got it? A few years ago, I was about to get to know a girl I cared about very deeply much better, but her stupid forced Fiancée hit her! She grabbed a knife from the kitchen table and tried to defend herself, but he turned it on her instead!
You drop your force to a whisper:
"She died. Then, you come along, along with your slut of a wife, kill her murderer, and plan to kill the Werewolves! Never once did you ask yourself what she wanted! You just wanted vengeance! I've thought about this for a long time, and I'm quite sure this is what she wants!"
"She was spoiled. I cared about her very much but sh-"
"She hated you! Hated you and your slut! How you left her in the care of that freak Pedophile Jacob while you went off to your bedroom to have bed-breaking sex, and-"
"That's enough." He said coldly. He punched you, and you flew through a wall.
"You don't know anything, do you?" He said mockingly. "You can't say this is what she wanted either. So what if she hated us… It's Human nature to preserve human life!"
"Yes." You say as you get up. "But you're not human."
"Very well." Edward sighed. "Bella is somewhere in Italy I believe. I'm telling you this because there's no chance both of us are leaving here alive."
"I've been waiting for this." You snarl.
And thus, the battle of your life began.