Thanks for your kind comments—sorry it took so long to get this one up, I've been very busy with college applications and auditions and such. The end might be a little lame—let me know. Warning – This chapter is a bit bloody and violent. I don't think it's too bad, but I'm gonna call it a nice PG-13. Again, I don't own Twilight or related characters. Please R&R!

03

It was dark. The only light came from what had been the fire, still burning out in the heath. I perched upon the end of his bed. Lilies were strewn about the floor, and pearls hung around the room like ornaments. They were hung delicately on the cracked walls. In my fury, I had put a little too much pressure onto the walls, adding to the atmosphere. The windows were open, little bursts of air blowing against his shades, making them billow out like sails. Now, I would wait.

My eyes were not quite gold yet, and glared maroon with bloodlust. But I must wait. His pain must equal that felt in my heart each and every eternal day I live. Just being near him made me uneasy. I could smell the beating of his heart from blocks away, yet my own cool presence lay undetected, as I stood only feet from his chest, rising and falling with every deep breath.

Suddenly, I felt him shiver, and he groggily pulled his sheets tighter around him, not yet opening his eyes. I sat like a gargoyle, my head turned not toward him, but toward the window. "R-Rose?" I heard him murmur groggily. He was not quite awake yet, but he had seen me. I stayed still. "Rose!" This time he called more urgently, his eyes growing accustomed to the dark and to my glowing white figure. It was everything I could do to keep myself from devouring him right then and there. I could smell his blood, tainted with alcohol.

Now, he was becoming frantic. The living, beating heart inside of him was pumping faster, and his pulse raced. Still I remained motionless. I felt him look around the room, staring at the cracks in the wall. I was wearing the pearls he had given me for my 17th birthday, and I still had his ring on my finger. "What…is this?" he asked, stunned. I smelt the salty taste of his tears. "Why won't you leave me alone?!"

I slowly turned my face to look into his eyes. He gasped at the red in my eyes; the only color about me. "What are you?" Still, I did not answer. I simply followed him with my bloodshot eyes, hunger apparent in them. "We buried you…they buried you."

"You weren't there, I noticed," came my cold reply. He flinched, bewildered both by my new voice and my sudden desire to speak.

"So this isn't another dream." So he had dreamt of me, had he?

"It certainly is not, though I'm sure you'll wish it was in time." The fear electrified his body, every hair standing on end.

"Why are you here Rose? Haven't you haunted me enough already?" So he had thought about me after my death. Even in my anger, I couldn't help but be a bit pleased. He gazed at the lily petals strewn about, roughly the color of my own skin.

"Haunted, not hunted." I said. Confusion passed upon his face for a split second while he gathered himself, obviously trying to figure out what was going on. Then it hit him.

"The Cullens…. you look like the Cullens," came his sudden epiphany.

"Yes, I certainly do, no thanks to you."

"I don't understand."

"Don't you?" I asked. "You always did call yourself the smart one. You were always the strong one. You'd protect me, you said. You'd hide me from the demons. You brought me in candles when I was afraid of the dark. Was that so long ago? Well now, Royce," He flinched at the mention of his name on my tongue, "Now, I am the very demon I was hiding from. You need not protect me anymore. It's time for you to protect yourself." I flicked his wrist with my thumb and middle fingers, and, hearing the satisfying crunch, continued.

"I think I've given you ample time to live, don't you?" I asked him, as he nursed his broken wrist, his heavy breathing and grunts filling the room. The smell of the blood was making me fairly dizzy. I took his right hand in my own, lacing our fingers, and covering the other side with my free hand.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me? How are you here?"

"You took from me what is most precious to any human. You took my heart, took my virginity, abused my privacy, beat me, and then left me to die. What worse could you have done? And now, you see… now I shall never die. Either I shall hunt you forever, or this can end tonight."

He stared, dumbfounded by my outburst. "You ruined me. And I couldn't even die to forget the images you've put into my mind. I couldn't even die."

Again, his dark brown eyes looked back into my red ones, and a fire washed through my heart, the anger engulfing me. "Have you nothing to say?"

"Don't kill me. I've changed, Rose, I've changed… I was drunk, and I was upset. I was getting the cold feet that everyone talks so much about before a wedding. Weren't you?" I had to admit, I had been a little nervous before our marriage, but using that as an excuse to tear out my heart was not by any means okay.

"It doesn't seem to me you've changed all that much. You're very much the sniveling idiot I was about to marry."

"Then why marry me?" He questioned.

"Because I wanted a child of my own, and God help me, I wanted him to be beautiful. I've seen how unattractive people get on in this world, and it's not a pleasant sight. I wanted a beautiful child of my own to take care of, to love, because I didn't think anyone else but my own flesh could ever truly love me."

"I loved you, Rose."

"Do not lie to me!" I boomed. Our fingers still laced, I applied the smallest pressure, hearing one finger crack after another… rather like a stack of cards falling down. I smiled as he bit his lower lip, still letting out the sound of a dying cat. I let go of his hands, walking to the window. With a struggle, he stood up from his bed, though still in his night cap and dress, whose sleeves, once white, were now dotted with red and brown.

"Whatever sin it was, I'm so sorry. Whatever drove me to hurt you, to pain you, to turn you into this—this…." He trailed off, not quite knowing how to finish the sentence. "But I cannot pretend that I wasn't fond of you. On the contrary, I was quite fond of you. You would have made me a fine wife, when all was said and done. A better wife could never have run my estate. And now… you must love me still if this has pained you enough to return."

"I never loved you. I loved the thought of you. Such a cruel, selfish, foolish man never lived." My whole body ached for the need of blood. Thoughtless as I was, I had not hunted prior to this encounter. I was going to need a drink, and soon. But it could not be him. I would not allow it.

"How dare you call me that, I who provided for you and your pathetic family for so long. I, who showered you with gifts and praise, when I could have had any woman in the town. Selfish? Cruel? Perhaps. But I was going to give you everything you had every hoped for. It was not for you to question what I did to your body, because your happiness was to be looked after, if only you let me satisfy my desire. You had closed your body to me for so long, of course I wanted it. I thirsted for it."

At this, I came across the room and slapped him across the face before he even knew I moved. The force twisted his neck. I grabbed him by the throat, picking him up as he spluttered something unintelligibly. I locked eyes with him as I squeezed his throat harder, watching his eyes bulge, hearing his strange gargling. I gave him a swift kick to the groin, reveling in my ability to inflict pain upon this man, making sure he would never again do to any woman what he did to me.

And suddenly, with impulse, I bit into his neck—hard, and quickly broke off, not letting the blood enter my mouth. And there I dropped him on he floor, a pool of blood about him, and a terror story that the people would be talking about for centuries to come. No one had seen me, but they gave me a name, thinking me a serial killer, "The Angel of Death."

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