Edward's POV
A bloody body was right next to her. It was a young girl with short blonde hair, she had on blue pajama pants, which were basically torn all over, and destroyed, by Alice's fury. She could not have been over the age of 18. Probably a runway or something. Sick of something, but she didn't deserve to die like this.
What a waste this was. Rosalie thought. How selfish can she be?
I huffed about the broken soul of this girl, and Rosalie just crossed her arms over her chest. Bella just fell to the ground and moved her hand to the body, to touch it, maybe to pay respects to. Like if it was a funeral, and it seemed that way, even to me, now.
"What is gonna happen to Alice?" Bella whispered. Rosalie glared at her, then looked at me.
"Well, she might stay with us, even though she has complicated our deal with the werewolves, or go somewhere and remain vegetarian or become a nomad." responded Rosalie.
"Well, either way, we need to take care of this?", i growled, but not too much. But just enough.