Bella
She loved him. Not that she was in love with James already, but she was in love with her power that he gave her. That ought to count for something. She loved her speed, her gracefulness. The soothing flow of blood down her throat after snapping and biting into a neck. She had no remorse over her victims. James told her they were all nobodies. Prostitutes, johns, homeless. Nothing.
She thought about her father—Charlie! That's his name, she remembered. He was a cop. He'd be ashamed of his daughter. Bella felt a sinking in her stomach. This is my life now. No going back.
She'd have to get over it.
She did. Her next victim was a dealer.