Okay, so I got a request for Royce's POV, so here it is.
Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine.
Royce's POV:
I hate this room.
I mean it. This room is small; cramped. I longed for my beautiful new fiancée, but there was a murderer going around. A murderer that specialized in killing my friends.
It specialized in killing the people that had killed Rosalie Hale.
Of course, I was going to protect myself from the murderer. But I feared that this monster would tell everyone what I had done to Rosalie.
In my defense, I wasn't sober when I killed her. It had been manslaughter. But Rosalie had been so beautiful…
The door flew upon, and I screamed.
There was a figure at the doorway. A woman, by the looks of it. She was wearing a long dress and- a veil? This murderer was quite clearly insane.
She lit a candle, and I screamed some more.
It was Rosalie.
But Rosalie is dead! How is this possible?! And she had never looked upon me with such a cruel smile… she had been convinced I was her Prince Charming. Rosalie had been quite shallow, but she had been so beautiful…
No. Surely it wasn't Rosalie. She had been beautiful, but she was nothing compared to the murderer.
The murderer set her candle down on the table, and then walked to me. She was humming something. The wedding hymn.
I hadn't realized I was screaming until I heard myself. I began to scramble backwards on my bed; I had to get away. But she cornered me.
She opened her clutch and took out a wilted rose. "Roses, Royce." She said quietly in a beautiful voice. "Like you always sent me. Remember, darling?"
Oh, God. It was Rose.
But how? She was dead! Unless someone had found her after we left her… but how could they have healed her? And even if she was healed, wouldn't she have gone to the police, told them everything?
I was still screaming as I processed these thoughts. Whatever it was- I wasn't getting out of this room ever again.
The monster tucked the rose into my shirt pocket. "Royce, you do remember me, don't you?" She asked, batting her long, perfect eyelashes. She took my hand, and her fingers were so ruddy cold. It was like taking a fistful of snow. I shuddered involuntarily.
Wait a minute. What if this was a dream?
I started blinking rapidly, but every time I opened my eyes, she was still there, watching me unblinkingly. Her eyes, I noticed, were slightly crimson. The eyes of a monster. But by now, I was sure the monster was Rosalie, healed and seeking revenge.
I took a deep breath. "Rosalie." I gulped. "I thought you were dead."
Rosalie started stroking my hand, and her fingers really were freezing. "Royce," She said in her perfect voice. "I am dead, dearest."
I started screaming again and ripped my hands away from hers. Rosalie, back from the dead! This certainly is a dream. Actually, more like a nightmare.
Explains the coldness.
Oh, shut up, Royce. This is the consequence from your actions. Nightmares.
No. I will not let nightmares get me down. I decided to play along for the benefit of the murderer.
"But I don't understand!" I wailed, trying to sound authentic. "How can you be dead if you're talking to me?"
"You don't have to understand." Dream-Rosalie cooed. "In fact, you never have to understand anything- anything- ever again. I presume you know why I am here?"
I shook my head calmly, but it probably came out looking like a madman's shake of the head.
"I am here for… a little something." She told me, twirling her hair with one finger. "You see," Rosalie continued, dropping her hands from her beautiful hair and holding my hands tight with her cold hands. "I am here for something typically called revenge. You know how all your little friends have been murdered?"
She was distracted. Escape, Royce!
I had only been running for a split second before she caught me and pinned me to the wall. I squealed from pain. No doubt about it, this wasn't a dream. I was never one for imagination, and imagining such pain was beyond me. So, this was reality, there was a murderer in the room with me, I was going to get killed, and- since Rosalie had never been particularly strong- either this wasn't Rosalie or she was back from the dead.
"I killed them." She said dangerously, and I screamed. Never had I felt so scared in my life. My heart was beating like a wild animal, thumping against my ribs painfully.
Rosalie put a freezing finger to my lips. "Shh, Royce." She murmured, and even though she meant it to be harsh, it still sounded beautiful. But her next words terrified me. "No one other than I will hear you tonight."
Rosalie had gone quite insane, and I would not be held in the clutches of a madwoman. I squirmed, trying to get free, but she was very strong, and I could not break free.
"What do you want?" I cried. Hopefully not to kill me, though the chances of that were slight.
She smiled menacingly, and for the first time her eyes held wildness. "Well, my dearest ex-fiancée, you don't think I would just leave you… alive?"
I screamed, but this time she had no patience. She clapped her hand over my mouth- very painfully, I must add- and she whispered in my ear "Tonight, Royce, you're paying for your ways."
Then she released me.
I collapsed to the ground. This was going to be a game of cat-and-mouse, I realized- and in the end the mouse will die.
Rosalie kicked me hard, and I screamed from the pain- it felt as if she had broken my leg, and, knowing her strength, she probably had.
"Silence!" She roared, and glared down at me. I looked up at her miserably.
Rosalie sat down in front of me, and added "You scream too much."
There was an awkward silence.
I nervously started twiddling my thumbs. She watched me, as though curious, but then fury sparked her eyes. I looked down and say my engagement ring was in full view.
Curses.
"Royce." She said unexpectedly. I looked up and screamed because those crimson eyes were so, so close. "You," Rosalie Lillian Hale said menacingly. "You took away my chance to marry. And now, Royce, you'll never have yours."
And then those slim, elegant, cold fingers tightened around my neck.