Esme, Edward and Carlisle didn't object when Rosalie returned home. Even after seeing the headline of a man dangling by a noose at the bank, hanging conspicuously by the window of Royce King's office. They all understood her intentions once Esme explained it to them. Though Carlisle didn't condone vengance who was he to talk? He allowed Edward to take his vengance out on London's criminals long ago. If this is what Rosalie felt she needed to do he supported her. Most of all because he remembered the conditions she was in when he found her. It'd seemed logical enough that she'd want vengance after that.
The next few nights she found the other two in Royce's inner circle. Dante and Robert were the easiest to find, as they were the lushes of the group. She tracked them to a cabaret they frequented every night. After aquiring a perfect disquise she infiltrated the seedy establishment.
Dante and Robert were sitting front row, thier eyes glazed over as they hooted and cat called to the dancers.
Rosalie adopted the guise of all the other dancers; an sequined boister and garter belt, heels and stockings and a festive mask. Convient because she planned to kill these men in such a public place and needed to not be recognized.
The entire outfit was pointless. She could easily lure the men to her as well as every other man or woman in this place. Her vampire aura seemed to have a profound effect on everyone near her, more powerful than the draw she had as a human. But it didn't matter, she only had eyes for them tonight.
She glided toward them, her hand floating over the back of Dante's chair lightly as he looked back at her.
He smiled perversly at her, his brown eyes glittering with lust.
She leaned seductively forward, a strand of her hair brushing across his cheek. "Would you like a private show"? She sang as his eyes widened excitedly.
He clapped his hand on Robert's shoulder as he jumped to his feet.
She smiled coyly as she walked ahead of him, her eyes locking on the private rooms upstairs. She floated effortlessly up the stairs, Dante following hungrily behind. She smelt the air, finding no other scents coming from the other rooms. As long as she kept him totally quiet no one would be the wiser of his death. She smiled over his shoulder at him, her finger curling as she stopped at a door.
He hurried inside, settling into a chair in the center of the room.
Rosalie smirked, locking the door behind her as he reached eagerly into his pockets. "Oh no". She said raising her hand. "This is my treat". She smiled, her hand gliding up her waist.
"Smart girl." He said clapping his hands on his thighs.
She turned slowly away, her hands lifting above her head as she swayed back and forth. She heard him banting behind her as she shook her hips back and forth seductively. She turned her head sharply, flipping her long hair over her shoulder.
Her farce as a cabaret dancer came effortlessly to her, naturally. Everything came easy to her. She smiled as he huffed irritably.
"Let's see something then". he said as she turned smoothly around.
She glided toward him, leaning forward with her hands on both of his shoulders. "You're going to see something very shocking". She muttered settling herself onto his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist.
He glanced down for a moment before looking back at her questioningly. "Shocking"? He said with an eyebrow raised as she nodded.
Her hand trailed up his neck, resting on his adam's apple as her other hand clenched the strap of the mask. Pulling it away sharply, she let it fall off her face as his jaw dropped. Her hand tightened on his neck as his eyes danced over her face. She smiled diabolically as his head shook back and forth weakly. "Save it". She hissed with narrowed eyes as she pushed forcefully back on his neck, snapping his head backward over the back of the chair.
She sighed as she dug her hands into his pockets, pulling out his wallet. Sliding all the bills from it, she tossed it lazily over her shoulder. She pryed his mouth open carefully, shoving the handful of bills deeply into the back of his thoat.
Satsfied, she glided to her feet moving toward the door, securing the mask back on her face.
She stopped outside, her hand twisting around her back. She crushed the doorknob into an unrecognizable hunk of brass. She smiled as Robert walked up the stairs toward her.
"Hey.." She said coyly with her hand on her hip.
"Where's Dante"? He said looking around quickly.
Rosalie shrugged, her eyes locking on his. "He just left a little while ago."
"I didn't see him"? Robert said shaking his head.
Rosalie smiled darkly, her gloved hand weaving around his arm. "He was too tame for me.. Boring. Do you think you can entertain me?"
Robert nodded slowly, watching Rosalie lead him down the stairs and out of the club.
Rosalie wasted no time disposing of Robert, she killed him quickly, leaving his body on the door step of the bank. With a stick of lipstick she smeared the words 'Royce King' on his forehead before she left back to the apartment.
Now was the one who really mattered, her true and final target. After Royce she would end this period of violence to please Esme and Carlisle. Soon Royce would suffer as she suffered.
