Jasper Whitlock
"What the hell did you do that for?" Bella asked, rounding on me. "Pushing me out of the tree, seriously?"
"Bella, calm the fuck down," I said, "now is not the time for this."
"No," she said, "now is exactly the time for this. You can't treat me like that."
Rosalie's emotions shifted and I turned my attention onto her.
"She's still a fucking pain in the ass," Rosalie said.
I could feel Bella ready to pounce, so I took her hand in mine.
"I should've killed her," Rosalie said.
Yes, she should have.
"Why didn't you kill her?" I asked.
Rosalie's eyes met mine and she just stared at me. Right, I needed to gain her trust first, or just get her to fear me. Fear was easier. I let go of Bella's hand and as quick as I could, I grabbed Rosalie's arm and ripped it from her body. She screamed in pain and fell onto her knees. I threw Rosalie's arm at Bella and she caught it.
"I don't want this," Bella said.
"Just hold it," I told her.
The arm was leaking venom at the shoulder and Bella held it away from her in disgust.
"What am I supposed to do with it?" Bella asked.
"I don't care," I told her, "burn it for all I care."
This was not our focus. Rosalie's fear spiked.
"Please don't burn it," she said, "I'll do anything you want, just don't burn it, please."
I could feel Bella's satisfaction, she was finally getting what she wanted, a chance to make those who had wronged her pay for their sins. I reveled in her emotions.
"I can do anything I want with this?" Bella taunted Rosalie as she asked me.
I grunted my agreement. Bella was planning something, so I waited. She repositioned the arm in her hands and then I watched on amazed as she swiped the arm at Rosalie. The palm of the dismembered arm hit Rosalie's cheek hard and the noise echoed around the trees. Fuck, my mate just slapped this bitch with her own hand. I sent Bella my pride. That was fucking amazing and I had to hold back my laughter at the situation.
Rosalie was now feeling anger. That's right bitch, my mate is better than you. You should have killed her, but you didn't.
"I have a gift," I told Rosalie and I could feel Bella's confusion, she would realize my plan soon, "I can tell when someone's lying, so, I'll tell you what, you answer my questions truthfully and we won't have a problem. You lie or skirt the truth, just once, and I will kill you… No, actually, Bella will kill you."
Bella smiled at that and although Rosalie didn't react outwardly, she was feeling terrified.
"Where's your mate?" I asked her.
"I… I don't know."
It was the truth.
"Can't you feel him?" I asked. "If he's truly your mate then you should be able to feel the connection to him. It resides here, right where you heart never beats."
Confusion.
"I used to feel that," Rosalie said, "but it faded over time."
It should never fade, only grow.
"How do you know he's your mate?" I asked.
"I was hungry," she said, "desperately so, and he was bloody, as good as dead, but I didn't want to drink from him, I wanted to save him, so I brought him to Carlisle."
Interesting, that was similar to Bella and me. I had never felt the desire to drink from her or kill her. Only to be with her, and then to save her.
Rosalie hadn't lied yet. She thought he was her mate. This was interesting.
"When did the connection to him fade?" I asked.
"I don't know," Rosalie dropped her head, "around the time we left Carlisle."
Interesting. That didn't guarantee he was dead right now, but, where was he? I couldn't focus on that yet. Bella was thankfully holding her tongue and observing the situation, her time would come.
"And why did you leave Carlisle?" I asked.
She faltered, she better not lie to me. "I don't remember," she said.
It was truthful, but not. I would let it slide for now.
"What about Alice?" I asked. "When did you meet her?"
"Not long after," she said, "Edward met her and brought her into our new coven."
Interesting.
"And what did you first think of her?"
"She was weak and broken and stupid, but Edward liked her and she did have a useful gift. She told us what to do and what to avoid, she only made us better and stronger."
She manipulated them right from the start, but why? Did it have anything to do with James and his coven, or was this separate? Rosalie didn't have these answers.
"What about Bella?" I said. "Why did you take her and not Angela like planned?"
Rosalie was shocked that we knew about this.
"Alice said it would be better," Rosalie told me, "she said we had to play it right though, we had to gain her trust and love, we tried that, for weeks, but we got impatient, and when she left Forks, we followed and took her."
Alice clearly had a plan with all of this.
"Did you know about Bella before she arrived at Forks?"
"Yes, Alice said she had a vision about her."
We needed Alice, she was the one who held all the answers, but I needed one more thing first from Rosalie first.
"What did you do to my mate?" I asked. "What role did you play?"
Rosalie faltered again, dropping her head. She didn't want to answer me and although she was already going to die, this sealed it further.
"Answer me," I boomed and Rosalie shook in fear.
"Don't you already know?" she asked.
"Answer me."
"I… I helped take her, I held her against her will, I… I hurt her, I… What do you want from me? I was part of it all."
Yes, you were.
"And?" I prompted her.
"And what?" she asked.
"Any regrets?" I asked. "What about with Angela? Will you do this again? Do you have a taste for it? Was this just Alice's idea, or did you have free will?"
That got her thinking.
Alice had definitely manipulated the Cullens, but they had played their part in this. They had hurt my mate.
Rosalie didn't answer, her silence was enough.
"My Swan," it was almost time, "tell Rosalie who I am, my title."
Rosalie's eyes snapped up.
"This is my mate," Bella said proudly.
It was nice and it made Rosalie gasp, but it wasn't what I was after.
"No," I said, "who I am."
Understanding washed over Bella.
"Have you ever heard of the Bringer of Darkness?" Bella asked and Rosalie's fear spiked. "This is him, he's my mate. He's never lost a fight and his only goal right now is to bring justice to those who wronged me."
Rosalie realized her fate and she accepted it. That wouldn't do. Where was the run, the fight, why was she making this easy? I took a step forward and Rosalie leaned back, it was a good start, but not nearly enough.
"Everything Bella said is true," I told her, "but this is what's going to happen. My mate is going to kill you, right here. You were right, you should've killed her, but you didn't and I thank you for that, but that won't save you, not today."
I stepped back.
"Go for the neck," I instructed Bella, "she won't fight, she has given up." Such a pity, such a waste. "Do your worst, make her pay for what she did to you."
Bella pounced, Rosalie dropped her head to the side, opening up her neck to my mate, I stepped backwards, watching it all. Bella took her time, she ripped Rosalie's head off, almost completely, then she sliced her skin in all the places she had been scarred. Then, Bella just stood above Rosalie, watching her suffer, she was enjoying this, it was needed.
"There's so many things I want to repay you for," Bella said, "but I'm not as vindictive as you. I am better than you, and I want to thank you for not killing me. Why didn't you? Tell me right before I kill you."
Rosalie's voice was a whisper. "You were almost dead and I was done with you. You were such a bitch and I didn't think you deserved a quick death. It was left up to me to dispose of you how I wished and that's how I wished. A slow death, all alone, surrounded by nothing."
"Do you regret not killing me?" Bella asked.
"No." Rosalie was telling the truth.
"Why not?"
Rosalie didn't answer, she just closed her eyes and accepted her fate. Bella growled and went nuclear on Rosalie and her body. My phone rang and I pulled it out, it was Peter.
"You need to get back here and fast," he sounded worried.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I don't know," Peter said, "Garrett's sure something has changed and it's not good for us, but we don't know what it is yet."
I handed Bella my lighter and she lit Rosalie's dismembered body on fire.
"We're almost done here," I said, "and then we'll be back."
Rosalie died and I heard a terrified gasp on the other end of the line.
"What's going on there?" I asked.
"I don't know," Peter said, "that was Angela. Something's not right, you need to get back here, fast."
There was some kind of commotion, but I couldn't work it out. What was happening there? Why did Angela have that reaction?
"Peter? ...Peter?" The line went dead.
"What's going on now?" Bella asked. Her satisfaction had faded, it was replaced with concern.
"I don't know, but we need to get back to the others. We will celebrate the first death of many on our way back."
Bella's satisfaction returned and she smiled, happiness coursing through her.
"Thank you," she said, "for letting me be the one to kill her."
"Of course, my Swan, this is your fight."
Bella paused. "No, it's both of ours," she said, "our whole covens."
I was glad she was finally accepting that fact. She may have gotten to kill Rosalie, but that wouldn't mean she got to kill any of the others. We all wanted vengeance for what the Cullens had done and we would all get it. This was a good start, one had been slain and the rest would quickly follow.
