Back in New York, it took no time at all to find my fourth attacker, Arthur.

He'd really let himself go in the years since the attack – he'd begun balding, which he tried to hide by pulling his hair into a combover. He'd also gained at least 100 pounds, and didn't seem to be in the greatest of health.

He lived by himself, so it was not hard to let myself in to his flat and root around. I noted that he was diabetic, and he had insulin in his apartment. Insulin was relatively new, only discovered in the 1920s. Carlisle had done a lot of research on it, including what the effects of too much insulin on the body would be. Basically, too much insulin would cause the body to shut down and eventually die if not treated.

I frowned, almost bored. This was getting too easy.

I tucked myself in a hidden corner of his apartment, waiting for him to come home. He ate what smelled like pizza on his chair, and fell asleep watching the evening news. His loud snores easily disguised my moving around the apartment, not that I needed the help. I quickly grabbed a syringe and loaded it to the brim with insulin. It would be more than enough to do the job, I was sure.

He didn't even wake as I injected the needle, just snorted loudly and rolled over. I stayed just long enough to make sure it had worked.

And then there was one.

Royce was pacing and muttering again the next time I stood outside his estate. He'd made some changes this time, though. It seemed like all his doors had been replaced with thick steel doors, and I noticed he had police officers patrolling the grounds as well. I snickered. As if any of that could stop me.

"Oh, shit, shit!" he yelled, moments after picking up the phone. "She got to him, too! I'm telling you, its her…or some demon that looks like her. She's out to get us. I'm the only one left, the only one…gotta protect myself…"

I frowned, wondering why he sounded slightly muffled. He was still coming in clear, but it sounded like he was further away than he actually was.

I was almost ready to make my move, but it wasn't quite time, yet.

A few towns over, I picked out a bridal store to do some shopping at. I wanted my meeting with Royce to be memorable for the both of us. And what better memory than that of your supposed dead ex-fiance coming back to haunt you, wedding dress and all?

Thankfully, it was a cloudy day and I didn't have to worry about the sun exposing me.

"Can I help you?" a petite brunette looked up from the desk, the name Helen on her nametag.

I smiled, instantly dazzling her. "Yes, actually," I told her. "I'm here for a wedding dress. Could I take a look around?"

She agreed, making herself available to help me if needed. She agreed, making herself available to help me if needed. I gave her a false name, Amelia, and looked around for a while, looking for the perfect dress. As it happened, a shipment of new arrivals showed up just as I was going to give up. "Oh, Amelia! Come over here, I think I have the perfect dress for you."

She pulled a dress from the new rack as I walked over. I gasped as she held it up for my inspection.

It was an extravagant dress, to be sure. A beautiful ballgown style, with a long train. It had long, lace sleeves that were puffed, as was the current fashion. "I love it. It's absolutely perfect."

She beamed, pleased that she'd found such a dress. "I'd be happy to help you try it on!"

"Yes, please! I'd love to try it on."

I was careful to make sure she didn't touch my ice-cold skin much, but allowed her to help me into the gown and lace it up. It fit perfectly, hugging every curve like it was custom made for me. "It doesn't look like you'll need much for alterations, if any," Helen remarked.

"None at all," I agreed. "Could I buy it today, right now? I just have to have it!"

We worked out the details, and I was the happy owner of a brand new wedding dress. I picked out a veil and a head piece, too, feeling frivolous.

I fed in the woods by Royce's house before changing into the dress and carefully arranging the veil in my hair.

As it was late at night, all of his guards were now inside. I could hear them meandering around, chatting with each other and listening to the radio. The first few were taken down easily, knocked unconscious without ever having seen me.

Royce was still in the basement, and I discovered why he'd sounded slightly muffled earlier. He had barricaded himself in a thick, steel vault-like room. Three guards, as easily dispatched as the others, were all that guarded him. He knew I was coming now – I heard him whimpering from the other side of the door.

I busted in, and he screamed. He was a mess. He was drunk, had already vomited down his shirt. He hadn't showered in at least a week. He smelled rancid, and his clothes were filthy. "Hi, Royce," I started, my musical voice sending another scream ricocheting off the walls.

"Who are you?" he yelled, tears streaming down his face. "What do you want?"

I put an innocent look on my face, looking upset. "Don't you remember me, Royce? Your fiancée? The one you promised to cherish and love forever?" I took a step forward, making him sink further back into himself. "You should know what I want – you."

I took another step, and he tried to drunkenly stagger towards the door. I shoved him on the bed, and slammed the door shut. "Going somewhere? Please, you hardly look ready to go anywhere!"

That struck an idea in my head. "Say, it won't do for only one of us to be dressed up for this occasion, will it sweetie? I'll be right back."

I secured the door behind me, though Royce definitely wouldn't be in a position to try another escape. I'd hear it if he tried. I made my way upstairs to his room, and pulled a decent looking tux out of the closet. I also grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and made my way back down.

He hadn't moved from the bed when I got down there. Judging by the smell, he'd also soiled himself. "Tsk, now this won't do," I told him. I poured some water from the sink in a basin, stripped him down to his underwear, and cleaned him up. He still reeked, but not as bad.

I dressed him up in his tux, listening to him cry all the while. "Shh, it's okay," I told him, mockingly soothing him. I stroked his hair, again making him cower and whimper.

"It'll all be over soon." I looked at the clock. I'd been attacked for at least an hour by Royce and his men, and god knew how long I was lying in the street for. "I won't stay here for a moment longer than you stayed and watched me being attacked." This elicited another sob from him.

"Oh, I know! I'll give you my exact injuries, just so you can really appreciate how I felt that night. Well, almost the same – some things you did to me I just can't do to you. Be thankful you're a man right now."

With that, I grabbed one of his wrists. It crushed easily, like a dry leaf would have crumbled under a foot stepping on it. He wailed, alarmed by the new wave of pain coursing through him.

"Oh, it's going to get so much worse," I told him, supressing a smile. His eyes were squeezed shut. I grabbed his face, turning it towards me. "Eyes open. I want you to watch every part of this," I demanded. The threatening tone of my voice made them pop open. "Good. That's exactly what one of your pathetic friends told me as they pinned me down, you know."

I dislocated his shoulder now, forcing another cry. Then it was the fingers on his other hand, and several cracked ribs.

The tears were pouring down his face in a constant stream now. I leaned in close, placing my mouth close to his neck. "One of them left me with bite marks all over, too. My shoulders, thighs, my stomach. But I won't do that to you, because my bite would make you immortal. And you don't deserve another day on this Earth." Instead, I settled for popping his collar bone.

Even with all these injuries, I was very impressed that I hadn't spilled a drop of blood. I'd intentionally broken them in a way that they wouldn't pierce the skin, making sure everything stayed inside.

He seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness now. I again slapped him awake, setting off a new bout of crying. "This is pathetic," I told him. "When I met you, I thought you were everything I wanted. Charming, handsome, perfect." I scoffed. "But you've shown me who you really are. A weak, cowardly pig."

One of my ankles had been broken during the attack, a result of my falling as I turned and tried to escape the attack. So I did the same to him.

And the biggest injury of all was to my femur, broken and bruised in several places as I'd been kicked by the whole lot of them. Royce didn't have much energy left, but still he mustered a healthy scream when his snapped. "I'm glad you don't live close to other people, or they might get concerned," I told him. "No, it's just you and me here."

He slipped out of consciousness again, and this time I let him. He woke up dazed, seemingly confused about what had happened. When he saw me, the pleading and whimpering began again.

I kicked his side, breaking some more ribs. It sounded like this one punctured a lung, which would be the end of him if he didn't get medical attention. And he wouldn't.

I didn't say anything else, just watched as he grew weaker and weaker and eventually died. I hauled his body out to the woods, burying it deep where no one would be able to find it. There was no trace of what had happened – it looked like no one had been here at all.

My job was done.

I didn't feel as satisfied as I had hoped, but I definitely felt more at peace. I'd rid the world of some bad men, and they'd never be able to hurt anyone again.

Now it was time to go home.

I was running close to Gatlinburg, Tennessee, when a scent stopped me right in my tracks. It was fresh human blood.

Even though I had decent self-control, the scent of human blood in the wild instantly sent me into hunt mode. It almost put me in a trance – it smelled rich and warm, like the scent of a campfire. I began tracking the smell and heard the screams of the human the scent was coming from not long after.

A bear was towering over the bleeding young man, who was laying flat on the ground. It lunged to take another swipe at him. Smelling the blood had put me into a frenzy, locking onto the prey. This bear was now my competition, trying to take a kill that belonged to me. I snarled, launching myself onto the bear. I broke its neck, draining it of blood before I set my sights on its victim who was still somehow alive.

I threw the bear aside and stalked towards the man. He looked me in the eyes, having accepted his fate.

I was just about to pounce when I really looked at him.

He was beautiful, tall and muscled. His dark curls, now matted with blood against his head, reminded me so much of my dear friend Vera's son Henry that I stopped in my tracks. I knew it wasn't him, but the resemblance was there.

It was enough to snap me out of my trance. I dared not breathe, fearing the faintest hint of blood would set me off again. I ran over to him, lifting him in my arms. "You're…" he began, too weak to speak.

"Shh, don't talk," I soothed him. "I'm going to help you, okay?"

I started running.

I knew I couldn't save him myself. There was no way I'd be able to control myself if I bit him.

But Carlisle could.

"Just make it until we get to Carlisle, okay?" I pleaded with the man in my arms. "He'll be able to help you. Just stay here."

It was about a hundred miles back to the Cullens.

"Carlisle, help!" I yelled, crashing in the door and laying the man on the table.

"Rosalie?" Carlisle was there, confused.

"He was attacked by a bear – I found him right before it killed him. You can save him, right?"

Carlisle nodded, putting his doctor face on. "His injuries are extensive, but I can try. Can you get the morphine from my bag, Rose?"

I did as he asked, bringing him a syringe. "What are you going to do with it?"

He plunged it in. "I'm hoping it will help mitigate the effects of the venom."

He sunk his teeth into the mans neck. The man, who's name we didn't even know yet, opened his eyes wide and started screaming. I held his hand as he writhed, trying to soothe him. It didn't help. Neither, it appeared, did the morphine.

"Where did you find him?"

"In Tennessee – I was running back to you guys when I found him being attacked."

"And you didn't drink his blood?"

"Actually, his scent set me on the trail first. But I attacked the bear and fed on that instead. And I ran all the way here with him because I didn't think I could bite him myself."

Carlisle smiled, impressed with my actions.

"It's good to have you back, Rose."