A/N: You know the expression "Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned?" Yeah, Hell never met Victoria!

VPOV

My plan was working beautifully.

I sat down on a crate and rocked with laughter. I could not believe they fell for it. They have no idea! James would be SO proud of me.

James. I sobered up for a minute. My love was dead. God, how I missed him. These last five years have been miserable without his smile, his touch. The way he looked at me. The way he felt inside of me. He gave me his heart and I gave him mine. And now it was gone…taken from me.

Taken by Bella.

I hated that bitch. If it wasn't for her, my love would never have been interested in hunting her. He wouldn't have lured her to that ballet studio and he wouldn't have been killed. If he had only listened to me I wouldn't be alone.

I told him to not pursue her. I knew that girl was trouble. I went to Forks High School to find out her identity and whatever information we could use. I only did it because James asked me to. I could never say no to him. Even when I told him not to pursue her and he didn't listen, I stuck by him. That's what lovers do; they stick by one another through thick and thin. I loved him and I didn't know he would end up dead. I didn't think Edward Cullen had it in him to find her.

When I found out about James, I broke down and cried. As a vampire, tears won't fall from my eyes. But that doesn't mean I can't feel pain; that doesn't mean that I can't be sad. I sobbed for two days straight over losing him. No one ever made me feel the way he did. I felt alive. My dead heart felt like it was beating again. And then the beating stopped.

Bella would pay. It was because of her that Edward killed him. It was because of her that my whole existence now focused on revenge. I want Edward to feel as bad as I do; to know what it's like to have your love taken from you. I will kill Bella if it's the last thing I do.

Ever since James' death, I have pursued her. I watched when Edward broke her heart and when the Cullens left Forks. I watched when she formed a friendship with that dog Jacob Black and open up again. Her pain made me ecstatic, giddy. But it wasn't enough. I wanted Edward to suffer as much as I did. His pain at leaving her would not mirror his pain in her death…a death he would be responsible for.

I continued to watch her. I saw her graduate high school and go to Los Angeles for college. I saw her become an unpaid whore and sleep with half the school's population. I watched her cry herself to sleep at night over her heartbreak. I watched her constantly, all the while forming my plan. This plan has been brewing for five years. I needed the right time and nothing was right.

I watched her get her own apartment and have a falling out with her father. I watched her get her job at the talent agency and quickly move up the ladder. I watched her continue to whore herself out at the drop of a hat. Did the girl have ANY standards? She let herself sleep with that dog, so I'm guessing not. I was surprised when she didn't contract fleas.

I watched her when Edward returned. I watched her get raped. The satisfaction of seeing her like that sent joy through my stone body. I watched when Edward made love to her for the first time. I was shocked when he didn't kill her. I watched her shopping at the mall with Alice and Rosalie. I did nothing but watch her, my hatred intensifying every day.

My plan came into affect two weeks ago. I spent the last three months doing nothing but preparing that plan, ready to put it into action. The time had come. Now, when Edward and Bella are happy; when Jacob is out of the picture. And when her disappearance will create a rift between the Cullen family that can never be healed.

Edward will blame himself. Rosalie will blame him. The rest of the family will too. They will blame him for ever getting involved with a human. What the hell was he thinking? A human? They are food, not lovers. It would be like a human trying to have a relationship with a cow; it can't happen. Well, not unless you want to be locked away in a padded cell for the rest of your existence. Moo.

My army had been created; an army of newborn vampires. I would release only a few on them at a time, letting them think they were winning. They had to think that. I know how cocky and arrogant Edward is. He had to think that he was in control, that all was okay. He would fight and kill those few and then start to return home; to return to that bitch. That was when I released the rest of my army. All sixty. The Cullens never knew what hit them.

Newborns have incredible strength; even more than seasoned vampires like me. The first few months of their new "life" was about feeding. They needed blood and lots of it. But these newborns were easily controlled. I fed them regularly and trained them as I needed. They didn't complain; they didn't have to. They knew what they were getting into. I didn't sugarcoat what I was planning.

One of them, Riley, was my favorite. We grew to be friends. He would make me laugh with his inability to hunt. Other newborns would have to bring him his food. But he was quite entertaining. He enjoyed playing the guitar and would often sing for us, when we weren't hunting or in battle. When he was human, he was nerdy. He always had his nose stuck in a book. As a vampire, however, he was studly. He moved gracefully and was sweet and charming. He would do anything I asked of him. And that was part of the plan. I asked him to take Edward to the bookstore in Port Angeles after I had knocked him out. Riley eagerly agreed. He figured he'd get laid from it. Silly newborn.

Most of them were expendable; I knew that. Hell, I didn't care if all of them were destroyed, just so long as the Cullens were taken down in the process. Bella had to feel the pain of loss as I did. Edward had to think his love was gone and never return. I knew he would never give up searching for her; I planned it that way. I planned that he would spend the rest of his existence suffering. Suffering over that silly little human.

A movement caught my eye. I looked over and smiled at my pet. He was sweet. He hadn't been fed in weeks and hunger was taking its toll. He moved slowly, weakly due to lack of nutrition. He laid his head on my lap and I stroked his hair gently.

"There, there," I said, using an expression that I hated. "It's okay. I know you're hungry." I saw his eyes flutter closed. His breathing was shallow. I doubt he even knew that he was lying on my lap. If he did, I'm sure he'd move in a vampire second. But I didn't want him to. I liked where he was, so weak, so helpless, asking me to feed him. I heard him mutter something weakly. It was so low even I couldn't make it out, but it sounded like a name.

I sighed. Things were going great. It was only a matter of time before I had Bella in my possession. My only concern is waiting to kill her until Edward finds her. He needs to see me drain the life from her. His rage will be so much fun. I would prefer to not kill him; I do respect the Cullens. And his talent is unparalleled in the vampire world. Aro will have my ass for it. But I will do what I must do. If Edward reacts the way I think he will, his death is imminent. And that will disappoint me because he won't know what this pain is like. The pain of living five years without the love of your existence.

James. I love you.

Bella has consumed me for a long time now. Her death and Edward's despair is all I have been able to focus on. Well, not totally. I've still managed to have sex with random strangers that I've met along the way, but they don't compare to my James. Most of them were small and inexperienced; they don't know how to please a woman. James was a real man. We could go on for days. And sometimes we did. As vampires, we would never need a reason to stop. We don't have to worry about breathing for survival; we don't need food every few hours and we don't have to sleep. We have plenty of time on our hands and what are you going to do with it?

James and I made sure to pass that time. I couldn't believe how strong, how sensitive he was with me. He always made sure to please me before himself. I could be guaranteed no fewer than four orgasms when we were making love; and that was just intercourse alone! I think we set a vampire world record once for the most orgasms between couples. I counted twelve between the two of us. Course, it was over a day, but still. Making love was our favorite pastime, apart from hunting humans of course.

I don't know what I will do when Bella's gone. I will find a new hobby; what I'm not sure. Maybe I'll take up crocheting.

My pet stirred a bit. I decided to be nice. I gently raised his head off my lap and placed it on the crate. I sneaked outside and killed the first passerby I saw. I brought the body into the room and held her wrist out to him.

My pet looked at me, confusion in his weak eyes. I nodded, smiling. He brought his mouth to her frail skin and sunk his teeth in. After he had a sip, I pulled her away. He only got a few drops. That was enough.

"Well, we can't let it go to waste," I said. I pulled the woman's wrist to my mouth and drained her quickly, never moving my eyes from my pet. He looked like he would cry. His mouth was trembling and he was struggling to sit up. It was futile; I knew he was too weak to do it.

Should I feel guilty? Probably. Do I? Hell no. My pet got fed; it's not my fault he wasn't a fast drinker. He could have drained this human's body in seconds if he had been spry like me. But he wasn't.

I dropped her ash-white hand while keeping eye contact with him. "Since you couldn't finish your dinner, you will get no dessert." I stood up and started dragging the body across the room. I turned back to him. "And no breakfast either. Maybe you will get lunch…if you're a good boy."

My pet laid his head down and slowly curled into the fetal position. I laughed and took the body outside. I buried it in a shallow grave, not really caring if it was found. It'll be treated like a homicide. The case will never be solved. Or the idiotic cops will arrest the last person who saw her and convict that poor sap. They will never realize that a vampire needed to eat.

After that was done, I went back inside and walked to a table. On it was a plane ticket. It wasn't time to put the next stage of my plan into action just yet. In a few weeks, I will fly to my destination and make sure everything is set up. I have the place picked out, the furniture and technology needed for my plan. All that's missing is her.

James, love, you WILL be avenged.

I turned from the table and returned to my pet. He was shivering, cold. I crouched down and stroked his hair. That seemed to soothe him, he stilled his movements. His black eyes found mine; there was no recognition in them. He might as well be dead. And he will be soon.

"I'm going now," I said. "I need to do some observing." I laughed and continued stroking his hair. His eyes fluttered closed and his breathing became shallow.

Perfect.

I left the building and climbed into the red sports car parked outside. I chose red of course because of my hair. James loved my hair color. He said that my iridescent skin and red hair made me irresistible. He had to have me. Little did he know that that one night would turn into years of bliss. I gave James what he needed and he gave me what I craved.

Until that bitch came along.

I drove to the Cullens' residence quickly, weaving in and out of traffic. I made it there in record time. I couldn't wait to see the destruction that I caused. Already things were unraveling. Edward's love was missing. Emmett's love was dead (or so he thought). Alice's love has betrayed her for that whore! It couldn't be any better…well, maybe if Carlisle was suffering too. But that can wait.

Edward is sitting in his bedroom, gripping his hair. He looks so worried. He actually believes that Bella would not betray him. Alice has just entered the room. She is showing him a picture text she has received. Her face is thunder. She is ready to murder that slut. I smiled, wishing I had popcorn for this soap opera.

I wonder what the picture was.

I had an idea that Jasper was just messing with her head. He probably took a photo of Bella while she was sleeping and doctored it so it looks like he wants her. I swear, she must think that every man wants her. When you are easy, they come flocking. That doesn't always mean they should. She thinks Edward is dead; why not go after the next best thing? His brother? I laughed. What a slut!

Soon Bella. Soon I will have you.

A/N: So who do you think her pet is?