Victoria
It was raining in Seattle when she arrived. James made arrangements to meet her there, but she was two days early. She hoped to surprise him by her appearance. She tracked his scent to his location. Anticipation riled up in her stomach, and she almost stepped into the alley to meet her mate. But she heard a voice. A soft spoken, shy voice. It was crystal clear, it was a vampire. Victoria listened closer.
"Soon, Bella. We'll have all the blood in the world. The police are getting suspicious. You've been messy," James said.
"Edward, though-"
"Never mind him. If he truly loved you, wouldn't he be here by now?"
No response from the female.
"I love you, Bella. Bella. Beautiful."
"You love me," she stated flatly.
"Who wouldn't? You've made for a great companion. Come. Vancouver's waiting."
Victoria flashed to block their exit from the alley. Her face was contorted into different shades of pain. Her land gripped the brick wall on her left, crumbling and cracking it. Her hair blew dramatically in the nonexistent wind.
She spoke, her shrill girlish voice like nails. "I trusted you."