Mirror, Mirror
The Common Village was in mourning.
People were aghast. Who would do such a thing? This was the Festival of Aphrodite! Everyone is gay and beautiful and the Queen of Flowers is crowned. No one wanted to think about the Queen, though, for she is the reason of sorrow
"Mistress Collins's girl got snuffed two nights ago," Master Clapp said to Master Banner. Master Banner shook his head and opened his mouth to comment on the homicide, but stopped short when he heard the Bells. Both of the men's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and fear at hearing the condemning sound.
The Bells rang five times saying a fifth girl had been murdered.
Everyone ran to the Town Square to hear the news. When they reached the Square the villagers could hear a woman yelling,
"NO! Not my Isabella! No, no, no…."
The crowd stood still with terror with realization in their eyes. There was only one contestant for the Queen of Flowers now.
"How was she killed?" a fool of a man asked. Some civilians glared at him in disgust for his impertinence. The mother of the dead girl howled,
"Knife, o Wicked Knife!" Tension was building in the crowd. People started to panic.
"Where is Rosalie?"
The people froze once again.
Was she safe?
The men ran to Rosalie's home and beat the door, screaming for her to come out. A horrible shriek of laughter was heard from the other side of the door. The men were dumbfounded.
Who could laugh at a time like this?
Finally, with a mighty shove from the brawny blacksmith, the town men were in Rosalie's domain. What they saw horrified and disgusted them all.
Sweet, beautiful Rosalie Hale was sitting on the floor of her tiny kitchen, with a bloody knife in her hand.
You could taste the bread that was burning in the oven, which only added to the gut-wrenching scene with its choking stench. She had a crazed smile on her gorgeous face and was cradling a dark crusting knife in her arms.
"I am the most beautiful now, I am the Queen of Flowers," Rosalie declared, a sadistic smile on her red lips.
"Why? Why Rosalie?" Emmet questioned, appalled.
Why indeed.
"They were in the way," she stated simply, as if they were only talking about the weather.
"I am Queen, ME!" She laughed manically, while the men stared at her in pity and contempt and sorrow. Rosalie grinned and looked up at the wall that held an elaborate mirror.
"I am now the fairest one of all, aren't I, mirror mirror on the wall?"
A/N: First fanfic, go easy! ;)
