Chapter 3

An Expected Confrontation

I finished off my breakfast like Alice had never even been there, as if my day was about to go off normally when my phone rang. I let it ring a few times before leisurely walking over to the wall mounted phone. Glancing at the caller ID, I noticed it was Victoria's number. "I was expecting you to call," I said, after I had picked up the receiver.

Victoria chuckled darkly on the other end, her voice crackly with static, signaling the call from a cell phone. "You're always observant Bella. That's why I like you so much. Always eager to get a job done." She paused for a few seconds. "But there's no job yet."

I was taken aback. "Then why are you calling?"

"I just overheard your encounter with the eldest Cullen girl. You handled that nicely. She's bound to be licking her wounds for awhile. Sadly, you forgot about the sisterly love of Rosalie. She's on her way now to rip you limb from limb. I suggest you prepare yourself. You have 2 minutes. Get dressed." Click. The line went dead, signaling I needed to get moving.

I always listened to Victoria. She was now my closest friend, the one who helped me through everything, the one who truly understood me. Now I repay that kindness by carrying out a few favors now and again. I scratch your back, you scratch mine, right?

It's quite early in the morning, but already it seems like it's going to be a dark, rainy day. The clouds are gradually thickening on the horizon, the wind is picking up very quickly. Hmm…. This should make for an interesting battlefield.

I stood outside on my front porch, the wind teasing my hair that hung loose around the shoulders of the same outfit I wore on all of my jobs – the all black jumpsuit with the red accent stripes along the thighs. It held all of my extremely useful gadgets in very easy to reach compartments all over the suit.

I see Rosalie now. She's a shadow moving quickly and silently towards me. She insists on using overly liberal doses of Aqua Reef Old Spice spray deodorant. You can smell her before you see her. I stand with my hands loosely at my sides, simply awaiting her to get into ear shot.

I don't have to wait long. She reaches me quickly to which I call in a very fake happy tone, "Oh, Rosalie! How nice of you to drop by! Care for a cup of coffee? I just put a pot on." I smiled widely, eyes twinkling with sarcasm.

"Drop the nice girl act Bella. What the hell do you think you're doing hurting Alice's feelings like that?" She's trying to find a way to sound all tough and macho, but she's sounding more like a kicked cat that's been left out in the rain for a few days. I laugh loudly and level my gaze on Rosalie.

"Alice is small and weak. It's about time she comes out of the clouds and enters real life. Shit happens," I growl fiercely. I always wanted to fight Rose but never had enough opportunity to push her buttons when Edward and Alice were around, let alone Emmett.

"You aren't God! You can't…" She may have just started ranting, but enough was enough.

"I KNOW I'M NOT GOD!" I roared at her, watching her seem to shrink. " I already got this speech from Alice, and I certainly do not need to hear it from you!" As I speak, I inch ever closer to her, until after I finish speaking, I'm right in her face.

She backs up an inch in shock to the proximity of my face but quickly recovers. A punch is sent straight into my face. It hurts physically but it plays more to my emotional side. I used to think of her as a sister once.

"You've turned into such a bitch Bella!" Her voice is practically spitting fire, like her hair that's blowing in the wind, which had picked up in intensity and I heard a low rumble of thunder in the distance. It was gonna rain… and it was gonna rain HARD.

"Pain, both emotional and physical, is stronger than any form of anger, dear Rosalie," I whisper and chuckled after, knowing full well that speaking in metaphors and riddles is her major pet peeve. Sure enough, she groans and shakes her head.

"You and your damn riddles! That's enough!" She strikes at me again. I quickly grab her fist before it makes contact and start walking towards her, bringing her arm with me. She starts wincing in mild pain, as her arm is set into a very uncomfortable position.

"It's not a true riddle Rosalie. Think about it." With that, I let go and turn my back on her. I know how the rest of this will go.

"I'm not finished!" Rosalie shouts. Her fire is still burning but not for long if I have anything to say about it.

As she pulls me around to face her, with her fist all ready to hit, I throw all my weight into my arm that was waiting for her.

The force of my weight and the force behind it collided into her jaw, knocking her backwards and flipping to the left of me all at once. The force of the connection was a loud THUD in the surrounding area, just as the rain started pouring down from the skies above us.

The rain was a torrential downpour, so the ground and we were both soaked in a matter of seconds. I've never seen a rainfall anything like this, especially in Forks.

As she sat up, I could see blood dripping from her nose. I'd obviously broken it, although I don't remember coming in contact with it… not that I'm complaining. The more pain she's in, the better.

I leaned down towards her, and asked, "How does it feel to be hurt by someone you cared about? How does it feel to be hurt by someone you once considered a sister? Do you feel my pain?" Without another word, I pull out my knife. "Maybe you'll feel the same pain your bastard brother felt. I used this knife to kill him after all."

I expected her to make a comeback, to whine and plead for her pathetic excuse of a life, but she simply stared at the business end of my weapon, eyes glazed over from sheer fear.

"I think I might miss you… but then again… maybe I won't." I put my knife to her throat and smile. "Goodbye Rosalie. Sweet dreams really are made of these… Hmm… that's a favorite song of yours, isn't it?."

With that being the end of our conversation, I slide the blade clean from ear to ear, giving her throat a bloody smile as I severed her jugular vein. Death was quick and mostly painless. Another big change for me – normally I like pain.

I stand and turn back towards my house, the rain pouring off of my face. I sighed, content from a job well done, but eager to finish the job in my favorite way – clean off the blade to be ready for the next job.