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I had been trying to talk to Edward all night, but whenever I got anywhere near him he glared at me and then disappeared. The 23rd time he did this I finally snapped, ran from the house and proceed to punch a hole straight through the trunk of a spruce. Then I slammed into the tree knocking it over for good measure. My anger was so close to the surface I was sure If I went home I would end up trashing the house, so I spent the rest of that evening punching and kicking that tree till all I had was a huge pile of splinter filled pulp at my feet. It didn't help, I was still seething. Edward was acting like an obnoxious twat when all I had tried to do was apologise. Plus he would know that I wasn't lying because he would see it in my mind, what was his problem? Yes it was true I had been acting badly towards him over the last couple of weeks, or months, and yes I had made no secret of my distaste for Bella Swan, but that wasn't what I was apologising for. I was trying to say sorry for ignoring everyone when Bella was in trouble, I shouldn't have done that, and I knew it. I sat down net to the pile of wood chips I had created and sighed to myself; at least she had been saved. I had been left with the vile dogs that had attacked me, but then again I had got my revenge ……………..
FLASHBACK
THEY WERE GOING TO PAY; I would make sure of that. Carlisle didn't like to have any humans murdered without reason, in fact he didn't even like to kill humans who deserved to die, but he had agreed with me that they weren't human enough to be given the gift of life. They were the lowest of the low, filth, scum. They were my murders and I almost married one of them. I shuddered at the thought. I had once dreamt of Royce King, I had once wished that he would hold me close and be the man that I saw when I woke in the morning. I had once wished that he would be the father of my children. Now when I thought of Royce King all which came into my mind was a vision of him dying, shrieking in agony as I had. I smiled. He did not have long to live, none of them did, the five men who had raped and murdered me, they would soon be in hell where they belonged.
I was crouched behind a low brick wall; target number one was waiting in the bar down the road. I held my position till he emerged, drunk as a pig. John. His was the only name I knew of the five men who had attacked me, with one other exception, but I was laving him till last. I wanted him to know I was coming. John started down the road, he could barely stand. I glided out from my hiding place and walked over him with deliberate slow pace. I saw his eyes freeze in place when he saw me. His heart rate speed up and his eyes grew wide and wider as he recognised me. I carried on walking slowly towards him, relishing every moment of his fear. He turned around and tried to run, but he took about two steps before I had caught up with him. I gripped his shoulder, crushing it with just a twitch of my fingers. He screamed, his fingers grabbing my wrist trying to snap it. Of course he didn't know I was more than human now, he couldn't hurt me anymore. My hand moved from his shoulder to the arm that he was trying to snap my wrist with and I crunched through his forearm with the slightest touch, he let out a new shriek of agony. I spoke to him in low, deadly voice, "you know who I am don't you." He managed to nod. "Are you sorry?" I asked. "Yes. YES, I am sorry, so sorry." He gasped, his speech was slurred due to the pain he was in. "Do you to know something?" I asked him. He didn't answer me, his eyes just grew wider. I bent even closer to his ear. "It's too late." I whispered, and with that I grabbed his arms and dragged him into a near by alley, this would not be the last time he screamed tonight.
Edward threw a paper down in front of me. "Well you've made the news Rose." He said his tone disapproving. On the front page of the paper a headline proclaimed "Midnight Murder, no business man is safe." There was a fairly long article that had been written about my murders deaths, but the start of article was most interesting to me, "Over the past week four of the most well known and highly respected business men of our day, have all been killed in the dead of night. John Sparks was the first to be taken on Monday the first of May, he was followed by Paul Smith on Wednesday the third, James Vanders on Thursday the forth and finally Michel Fair on Saturday the sixth. All of these men's bodies were found with multiple broken bones and fractures that appear to have occurred before the time of death. Another similarity that links all these men together is that none of their blood was spilt when they were murdered. Police are completely baffled; they have yet to find a motive for these murders, of any evidence of any kind…." The rest of the article was all speculation about motives for the murders, but they didn't get close. "Well, they'll have one more murder to report in the morning won't they?" I said smiling. I removed my gaze from the paper and looked up at Edward, he seemed to be on the verge of saying something, but he shook his head and stayed silent. I had only know Edward for a short period of time, yet I had a feeling that we would not get on as well as some others, but he was my new brother and I would make the effort. My redirected my thoughts to Royce King. This was his last day on earth, I grinned. I only had to wait till 10 pm and then I would finally have got my revenge on him, I was going to make him suffer. I giggled at the thought. In seven hours he would be dead. There was some part of me that knew I shouldn't enjoy murdering these people so much, but I had no way to stop myself. Until Royce was dead I would never be able to think clearly. If I left him alive I would spend my whole life wallowing in misery because I didn't kill him when I had the chance and I refused to waste my new life like that. Anyway this life provided enough to be miserable about as it was, because in truth I had been turned into a monster, a demon even, but it was still a second chance, and I was determined to use it well.
I was running flat out. Now that I had followed Royce's scent, I knew where he was, but I wasn't quite ready to meet him. I ran down the deserted high street. No one ever came out much after dark here. My destination was the bridal wear shop at the end of the street. I knew that this would be a little childish, but I wanted him to remember that he killed his wife. I punched through the glass, if I had been human it would have cut my hand to ribbons, but my new marble skin had no trouble with it. I barely even felt the glass. I stepped into the shop. This was that place my dress had been ordered from. Of course it was better and more luxurious than anything they had advertised at the moment, but I would make do with second best. I grabbed a dress similar to mine in design and quickly stripped off and threw the dress on. I looked in the mirror, I felt like I could cry. I looked so beautiful. The white dress looked so perfect on me. I had didn't believe that there was anything on this earth that could make me look better than I did, but I had found it. I would have looked stunning on my wedding day. In that moment I saw red, Royce had taken that away from me. A growl ripped through my teeth I really started to run now, I sprinted through the hole I had made in the glass, and proceeded to follow Royce's scent to the bank. He would be in the vault. The volt was a windowless room that had walls thicker than a man's thigh and a door to match. I broke through the locks on the main entrance of the bank without even breaking my stride. The vault door was guarded by two armed guards, I snapped their necks before they had realised I was there. Then I moved to the door. I actually took a small amount of effort to bust the lock on it, I was surprised. I pushed the door open and there he was. It must have taken him about a second to recognise me, because that's when the screaming started. "You will wish you had never met me Royce." I whispered in a fierce voice. "You will wish you had never been born."
I sighed to myself, my first few weeks as a vampire had all been focused around murder, and despite what anyone thought of me I didn't enjoy it. After I had killed Royce King I never took the life of another human again. I got to my feet, and ran back to the house. I had school later today and I needed to compose myself. As I dashed into the living room I found Edward and Jasper in some kind of argument. "I had to tell her sometime Jazz." Edward said in a sheepish voice. "Well why the hell didn't you wait until you knew her a bit better. I can't believe you've don this Edward, you've managed to put us at even more risk." Jasper yelled at him, his fists were balled up and he looked totally out of control. I'd never seen him like this. "Jasper," I said tentatively, "what's Edward done?" Jasper whirled round looking shocked to see me, apparently he had been in such a rage that he hadn't even noticed me come in. "Ahh, Rosalie," his voice had turned from furious to vindictive. "I wonder what your views on this subject will be." He paused to look at Edward, who had frozen in place. Clearly I wasn't going to like what I was about to hear. Jasper seemed to feel that he had waited long enough. "Edward told Bella what we are." I froze for a fraction, and then I exploded. "HOW COULD YOU BE SO FREAKING STUPID? YOU BARELY KNOW THE GIRL; SHE COULD TURN ON US IN A SECOND." I carried on ranting for about five seconds more, but then I realised that wasn't enough. I took three steps back and then lunged myself at Edward.
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