On the way home I pondered Esme's revelation. Vampires were monsters. Terrible, ugly things to be scared of. Esme wasn't a monster, was she?
I continued to ponder until I heard a voice behind me. "Oi! Rose!"
"Ralph?" I replied, scared of the response.
"Yeah. It's me. What have you been doing at the Cullen house?" He asked, his tone thick with menace. He came up right behind me. I could smell that he had been drinking. He smelt like bourbon and sweat.
I composed myself and came up with a good excuse. "Mrs Cullen and I are good friends. She has been teaching me knitting." I cheered inwardly, thinking knitting ought to be a good enough excuse.
"Yeah, if knitting stands for fucking." He slapped me, "You do know the whole of New York now knows my fiance is a lesbian?" He spat on the ground as if lesbians were the scum of the Earth.
I was scared. "Ralph. You've been drinking." I said, stepping away from him.
"Oh no you don't!" He grabbed me in a choke hold and whispered in my ear, "You need to learn to be faithful bitch."
I struggled and he gripped tighter. He began attacking me. I screamed and cried for mercy. "Shut up bitch!" He hissed and he pulled out a knife. I tried to break free but he stabbed me. Once in the shoulder, once in the back of the knee and the fatal one, the front of my neck.