Chapter 9
The Last Target
"Please, please, please can Edward not hear my thoughts from here" I faintly rambled under my breath, shakily shuffling towards Royce King's door, anxious that Edward could tell that I was increasingly getting more and more thirsty.
I stood outside the door and rested my head against it, in attempt to evenly pace my breathing and collect my sanity. I ruffled my dirty, ripped dress, in some aid of distress relief but it didn't work, so inhaled and held it for a few seconds, taking a step back. "Control your thirst, think about Carlisle." I repeated in my head a few times, then, my eyes flew open and I raised my leg, forcing it into the door. It dented and partly came off of it's hinges and I stood in the door way, dreading what could happen next.
He was here, I could sense his presence, smell the ash and liquor. He was definitely here, but he was hiding...He knows it's me.
I remember the night he killed me, I told him I would haunt him, the pleasing look of guilt on his face as he failed to swallow down his uncertainty and fear.
Quickly, I decided to take my mind off the thirst by playing a quick game, I was literally going to scare him to the point of death.
"Come out, come out wherever you are!" I patronizingly sung, smiling. "You're not going to win!" I slowly stepped, determining to echo my heeled footsteps so he could hear them. An unsettled breath, quivered out of the slitted cupboard next to me. I could see he eyes nervously peering through the gaps. I laughed, what a stupid, weak man. I crouched down, eye level to him and he squeezed his eyes shut as tightly as he could.
I deliberately and slowly exhaled my cool, icy breath onto his face and he shivered. I ran my fingers down the ridges of the cupboard door, creating a musical knocking sound. Then all at once, I briskly stood up and violently yanked the cupboard door open. He jumped out of surprise (not the good kind) and frantically pushed himself against the back of the cupboard, but there was no where to go. I took a step into the cupboard and snatched his neck, wrenching him into the air. He struggled and kicked his legs around, clawing at my hand around his throat. He choked out air which intended to be words, but I did not care for what he had to say. Without any further thinking, I twisted around and impatiently threw him into the cold, hard floor. His back shattered and I crouched over him, savagely staring into his eyes, he apprehensively screamed for help, and I lost control.
Nervous, I strolled up to Edward, fidgeting and pulling at the sides of my coat, desperately trying to cover my dress.
"You took your time" He joked. I forced a smile.
"I think...I think we should go home." I stammered, Edward looked slightly worried,
"Oh, okay... Do you not want to go see your home?" He gestured in a random direction.
"I...I forgot about that..." I looked to the ground. Well, what possible harm could happen, not baring in mind that I had just killed three men.
"So, do you?" He seemed somewhat patient about my absence of speech.
"I would like that very much" I flashed him a little smile and he returned it.
"Show me the way then" He held his hand out, signaling for me to take the lead, which I did. I began walking in the direction of my old home when I heard him draw in a sharp breath.
"Rosalie...why is there blood on your dress?"
