He would avenge the loss of the little girl's blood by taking Bella's life. All those years ago, he hunted Mary Alice. She had the perfect frame, so delicate, so beautiful. Her hair was long, flowing down her back. Then she was trapped in the asylum where her locks were cut off.
That didn't ruin the appeal.
The other one is better, he thought of Bella while running in the woods, following the Cullens' scent. The almost luminescent human who escaped from his grasp with her mate would be his. Venom poured in his mouth when he thought of the child's heart stammering, coming to a halt...licking up the last drop of blood from her neck.
He thought of how it would soothe the burn, the appetite he had for a good hunt.
He thought of spreading her legs before the last tha-thump-tha-thump stopped for good.
Fuck Victoria.
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