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A mere week later, I was getting used to my new lifestyle. I'd gone back to my old house, where my parents waited nervously for me to come back. I saw the "Missing Person" papers laying all over Rochester. The description of me was rather awful. Apparently, I had curly yellow hair and brown eyes. I knew immediately that Mother or Royce wrote it. My dad knew my eyes were hazel with the faintest flecks of green and my hair was a wavy soft blonde.
My mother and Royce never loved me enough to notice, let alone care. It could partially explain why I always favored Da' over my mother. It could also partially explain why, no matter how much I wanted to, I was never completely in love with Royce. I sighed, knowing the task I had to do. Carlisle and Esme had no idea of my plans, and I'd made Edward promise not to say a word.
No doubt he would break that promise as easily as Royce had broken me.
No doubt he would tell Carlisle and Esme of my plan to murder those who'd once murdered me. Thanks to them, I was a monster. At least I had one thing to look forward to; my revenge.
I'd already killed off John. I was now a cold-blooded murderer. But I really didn't care, I wasn't going to drink his blood, so why not just snap his neck for what he did to me? He was drunk when I'd snapped his neck, and yet again, he had tried to have his way with me. Stupid drunk bastard. Little did he know I wasn't just a pretty face.
I hoped the news of the murder would spread like butter on toast. I hoped to scare all the others into hiding. I wanted to enjoy their pain; relish in their fear. I wouldn't, however, drink even a drop of their blood. I was above that, and I knew it.
I came home that night, grateful to find out that my plans had stayed secret. Edward knew when to keep his mouth shut after all. Lucky him. I was careful in my mind around him, I didn't want him to know just how many men I planned to murder.
Another week passed, and I snapped yet another man's neck. It went on like that until there was only one person left. And he was the one I would do a whole show for. After he was dead, I would finally be able to live in peace.
I slid my way into the wedding dress. The wedding dress that I was supposed to wear the day before I was brutally murdered. It still fit me like a glove, except I looked so much more flawless.
The skirt flowed effortlessly away from my body, while the bodice hugged me in all the right places. A good amount of cleavage was showing, but it would've probably just disappointed a pig like Royce King.
I'd curled my hair to perfection, putting it in a high bun atop my head. The veil was kept in place by a little crown that sparkled subtly underneath the sheerness of the fabric. I should have felt like a princess, but instead I felt somewhat depressed. I should have worn that down the aisle weeks ago. That was but only one thing Royce King had taken away from me.
And for that I would take his life.
I made my way to where I knew Royce was hiding. He was getting really jumpy about everything. I smirked slightly at his obvious guilt. Sadly for him, guilt wouldn't save him.
There were two burly men guarding the exit, but with my strength I snapped their necks like twigs. I felt no pity, no remorse, for killing them. They were merely in my way of complete vengeance.
If possible, I gripped the bouquet of red roses tighter as I entered. He nervously turned around, gasping as he realized who I was.
"R-rose?" Royce questioned, stumbling to the ground, obviously bewildered. I suspect he thought I was a fallen angel, returning back to him. I was fallen, but I was no angel. I had only one reason, to kill.
"Yes, Royce. 'Til death do us part." I stated simply, before stepping on his leg. I relished at the feel of his bone crushing beneath me. I smiled bitterly, his scream of pain music to my ears.
"Why-how...?" Royce was obviously at loss for words.
"The day before my wedding, a group of drunken fools raped me before ending my life. I've only come back to return the favor." I smiled as I saw his eyes widen in realization. The great King had figured out the mystery of the murder of his friends.
"Y-you shot them!" I rolled my eyes at his rather stupid comment.
"If that's what you want to believe." I was getting annoyed with the bastard. I couldn't fathom how I used to think I loved the repulsive baboon. Royce opened his mouth to speak again, but I silenced him by kicking my foot into his spine.
"Love is a wondrous thing, Royce. Too bad you're to much of an ass to be able to feel it." And with that, I ripped his head from his body, his last scream echoing into the night.
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