Sorry it took so long to get this next chapter up : But hey, now that it's here, let's continue with the story :

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I sat at my favorite desk, tapping my pencil impatiently. In the last few days I had discovered that there were five disgusting men behind my murder, and the names of all of them. I also found out that I could do some pretty amazing things. Now, I just had to use them both to my advantage.

They had to die, but first, pay. That would be easy..with my unnatural strength and all. The only problem was the blood. What can I do to kill..minus the blood? I thought to myself. Then I had it, of course, snap their necks. I laughed menacingly in my head. That will show them. Quick, and easy.

"Not exactly," Edward prodded. I glared at him and his not-so-ugly face. I hated it when he read my mind.

"I can do it," I replied confidently.

"Oh really, have you done it before?" He asked icily.

"Well..no," he smirked and I quickly changed my tone, "But how hard can it be? I can do anything...unlike someone here." I said, venom rolling off my tongue.

"In fact, it can be very hard. Let me help you."

"Never," I spat. I knew I was being mean to Edward, it's not that I didn't like him, but I didn't want to appear weak either. So I kept up my facade.

"You need practice," he persisted.

"I'll do it myself then."

"You don't know how, let me teach you." My goodness, will he ever just give up? "Not until you let me help you," he answered my thoughts.

"Ugh, fine!" I groaned.

He smiled victoriously, "Remember the meadow that we met at when we went hunting?"

"Of course," I scoffed.

"Meet me there. Tonight..Seven o'clock." He turned around to leave. What is he doing now? "Getting ready." He said simply before turning around and leaving.

A couple hours later, after much planning and waiting, I mad my way to the clearing. As I waltzed through the trees I came face to face with a fat, smelly pig.

"Eww, what is this doing here?" I muttered to myself, staring at the revolting creature. Edwards figure emerged from the heavily guarded shadows of the trees.

"To start," he began, "you want to-"

"I've got it!" I remarked, cutting him off.

"The go ahead," he crossed his arms and leaned leisurely against a tree. I glared on last time before heading to wards the pig.

With my quick reflexes I had him in my arms, squealing like crazy, in mere seconds. I put my had in a karate typ way and hit his neck, slicing right thru it like a hot knife through butter. I immediately dropped the decapitated carcass, screaming, more out of disgust than fear.

Edward stood, in all of his smugh filled glory, "I was expecting so much more," he shook his head in false dissapointment. I retaliated simply by sticking my tongue out at him in one of the more childish gestures possible. "So you want some help?" he asked skeptically.

"I guess," I gave in, not wanting another argument.

"'Kay, meet me here, same time, next week."

"But I want to practice now," I whined.

"Too bad. The farmers will become suspicious, so not until next week."

"But-"

"No Rosalie. Now go home."

"Fine, don't be such a prude Ed, jeez."

"Don't. Call. Me. Ed," he said angrily, failing at keeping his cool. Clearly I had made him mad. I gave myself a mental pat on the back for it. "Go." he snarled. I turned and walked, at a human pace, until I was out of sight. Then, I ran hard.

I rand far into town, stopping at a very familiar place, my old best friends house. I crept silently up to the window and peaked it, making sure to stay out of sight.

The picture I saw before me was her, in the arms of her husband, the one that I had envied immensely. She was crying as he stroked her long dark hair.

"B-but she was s-so young!" she bawled. Oh, so that's why she was cring...me.

"Shh, it'll be okay," he comforted her. Yeah, you'll forget. I thought to myself. I couldn't listen any longer, and right before I turned around I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder.

"It's too dangerous," He practically whispered, knowing I was in pain. I looked up at him and saw the pain in his eyes as the memory of someone he loved had obviously come back. "Let's go home." I only nodded blankly and followed as turned and ran.

Well there ya have it! Hope you all liked it..the pig part grossed me out, and I would think you as well, but that's what I see happining...

Coming up in "Every Rose Has It's Thorn" :

Murder..part one.. -dramatic theme music-

Okay, well, back to writing!!

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