A/N: On the eve of my last batch of finals, I bring you… an update. (What? 'Tis a conspiracy, I say!) This little bit was for a writing challenge that a friend of mine gave out. She gave everyone a sentence prompt, a three hundred word limit, and cut us loose to wreak our havoc upon the world.

It was tough; mine ended up being exactly three hundred words, a guideline that I was barely able to scrape under. Nevertheless, here it is:

Prompt: The girl ran behind the building. Her heart was pounding.

Length: 300 word max.

Extra cookies to people who can pick up/name references. (I think I still owe someone a cookie or two from the last fic.) Enjoy!

Thump.

Th-thump.

She ran, moving so fast that she seemed to glide over the concrete, just another shadow in a world shrouded by darkness. Her feet struck the pavement silently as she darted through the wandering crowds, seeming to slip right through them instead of around. No one paid her any mind. Instead, they drifted aimlessly, peering into shop windows and disappearing into pubs. She ran on, heedless, intent on her target.

Thump.

Th-thump.

Dusk had settled over New York, wrapping the city in its heavy folds. The haze meant nothing to her; she knifed through the darkness, her mind drawn in and seduced by the heady wine of anticipation. His scent was strong in her nostrils, deep and musky and ripe with fear. She ran faster, a white blur against a black velvet backdrop. One of the few automobiles that rumbled down the streets honked.

Thump.

Th-thump.

Darting behind the corner of the building, she caught sight of him. He cowered against the wall, a pearl-handled revolver gripped tightly in his hands. For one split second, his eyes caught sight of her. Horror spread across his face, and he fumbled with his gun, almost dropping it in his haste.

She laughed, the sound of crystal shattering. He had time for only one shot before he began to scream.

She came home an hour late that night.

When she opened the doors to the study, the russet-haired young man glanced up from behind the desk. Disapproving golden eyes met hers, set in a face far too beautiful to belong to a boy- or to be human.

"You're late, Rosalie."

She smiled, her sweet, curved lips stained the same bright red as her glittering eyes. "Sorry, Edward. That took longer than I expected."

Somewhere in the darkness, a car horn blared.