Anais POV
I laughed at something Victoria had said, and excused myself, going into the front living room to get something. There was a noise in the kitchen, and I dropped what I was holding, racing out to the kitchen again, where Mr. Perfect Bronze Hair had his arm around Victoria's throat, pinning her in place.
"Put her down, jerk."
He glared at me. "Where's Bella?"
I moved further into the room, my hand searching for a weapon. "Isabella? She's gone. Long gone."
Edward's grip on Victoria tightened. "What did you do to her?"
I smiled. "Nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you." Edward moved as if to tear something off Victoria, an arm maybe, and I moved towards him, smashing my fist into the side of his head, and lashing into his side with a perfectly accurate kick, that sent him stumbling. He dropped Victoria, who fell on the ground, choking.
I moved again towards him, but my size was a disadvantage, he was taller (Especially with that hair! That had to add about a foot onto his total height!).
I lunged at him again, and he hit into me at about two hundred miles an hour. Dammit! He could read minds! I'd forgot!
I masked my thoughts, by faking thoughts about torturing Bella. Ugh.
This would either be an enormous help, or the reason of my death. He could get distracted by my gruesome thoughts, or he could just get more focused.
He lost focus, and ran forward to kill me, I presume. I reached out, grabbed his throat, and threw him behind me. He flew into Victoria, who disappeared through a wall. Ouch.
I spun around, but he was faster then I'd expected. Edward grabbed my arm, and ripped it away from me. The pain was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I couldn't remember being turned, but from the way everyone described it, it was like this. I clenched my fists, ad watched with fascination as the arm Edward was holding clenched it's hand as well. So I could still control it, at least until he ripped off my head. Experimenting, I made the arm slap him in the face. Hey, what better time to have fun, then the last few moments before your death?
Edward hurled my arm to the ground, and proceeded to rip off my remaining limbs. The excruciating pain actually helped me focus, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Wait! If you kill me, you won't know where the treasure is!"
"I don't care about treasure!" Edward snarled through gritted teeth.
I rethought my plan. "Bella- is at the treasure!"
"What treasure?"
"The treasure of...I'm a wiener."
Edward frowned. "I'm a wiener?"
"God to hear you admit it!" I laughed, and Edward reached out, and yanked my head off as I kept laughing.
Then everything went black.
