A/N My first Twilight fic! I absolutely devastated when James died, and wanted to make something for him. I tried to show how deeply (in my opinion) Victoria cared for him. I hope she isn't too OOC.
She sat silently on the bed, her tangled mass of fiery hair falling in front of her eyes. She didn't bother to brush it away. She didn't care what she looked like; that these were the same clothes she'd worn since Tuesday, or how hungry she was; she hadn't drunk blood in while either. Why bother eating? Nothing, not food nor blood, could fill the hollow emptiness in side of her. When James died, a part of her had been torn away, and it could never be replaced. Though time would pass and days, months, years would go by, her scars would never completely fade. There were just some things time couldn't heal.
With a sigh, Victoria lay down and stared blankly at the ceiling, not really seeing it. She wanted to lose herself in the memories she had of her and James when they were still alive, still well, still happy. Maybe, if she tried hard enough, she would get lost completely and never again have to deal with this pain, never have to remember James dying. To her, insanity would be a gift she would embrace wholeheartedly. Unfortunately though, it would have to wait. To her annoyance, there came a loud knock at the door, startling her away from the blissful memories.
"What do you want, Laurent?" she growled, glaring at the dark-skinned, rather timid looking man that had just stepped in. Since she and Laurent had gotten back to the house they had once shared with James, he had left her alone, and she wished he would continue to stay away. She wanted to talk to no one, have no contact with anyone. Anyone but James.
"Victoria…." The male vampire started hesitantly, then seemed to gain more confidence and stepped a bit farther into the room. "What exactly do you think you'll gain by doing this? James would not want you to drown in self-pity. If I knew him well enough, he would want you to do something instead of lying around here. He would, I'm sure, expect you to avenge him. After all, isn't that what most mates do? I know you hate that Cullen boy, but you've done nothing about it. You're not being the Victoria I know. The Victoria James knew."
Victoria knew this. She knew she wanted to tear Edward to pieces for what he did to James, rip his heart out, make him feel what she felt. But somehow, hearing someone say this to her made her really realize her hate for Edward. She hadn't thought much about her hate before, for the brokenness she was feeling inside made it impossible for her to feel anything else, even anger. But now, now she felt it. Laurent's words had pierced something inside of her, and now the anger, the hatred, the loathing was coming to the surface.
She slowly sat up, her eyes narrowed, teeth clenched, hands in fists by her sides. Fury like never before filled her body, seeped from every pore. You could practically feel the flames radiating from her. Yes. Yes, yes, yes. She would do it, she would make Edward pay if it was the last thing he ever did. She didn't notice when Laurent slipped out of the room, a smile of satisfaction on his face, for she was busy plotting how to destroy Edward in the worst way she ever could. Destroy his love. Destroy Bella.