I WAS A LITTLE THEATRICAL BACK THEN…

The church bell tolled into the still night air, cutting through the silence of the empty streets of the city, the singular strike of the bell echoing through the deserted streets. The drunks had dispersed from the pubs and bars of the city, allowing me to use my new gifts to their full ability. I danced swiftly across the town square, my speed unnatural for any human being. My intended location was to head straight to the First Bank of Rochester, but my sight was drawn elsewhere. White silk and lace caught the focus of my improved vision and I paused outside a wedding boutique, my fingers ran down the pane of glass. I found myself admiring the many beautiful gowns and veils adorned on the shop mannequins. The grin on my exquisite features reflected back to me from the pane glass windows, widening as the final elements of my plan clicked into place. In an instant, my hand grasped the handle of the door and applying the slightest pressure broke the lock, allowing me entrance. Above my head the shop bell tinkled as I entered the shop, matched with my giggle as I began to find the perfect dress.

Each dress faced my criticism as I modelled in front of the large mirror, pausing to contemplate whether it would ‘the one’. Most did not capture the appearance I was looking for, until I found it, the thirteenth dress was perfect. Made of the finest silk I had seen, even more superior than the dress I was meant to wear when I married Royce. A sweetheart neckline showed a respectable amount of skin, before leading to puff ball shoulders and my arms were covered by a beautiful sheer lace. The bodice was fitted and boned, before a silk sash separated it from the skirt. The skirt itself was simple, floor length, complete with some lace detail and a train behind. Twirling in front of the mirror, I could not help but admire how I looked, I looked angelic. Now it was time to complete the look, I meticulously pinned my long curls into an exquisite up-do, before taking a pearl clip from the boutique’s jewelry cabinet. The clip was slipped into centre of the up-do, before I attached a veil over the top. Looking into the mirror I frowned, there was something missing from the ensemble. My finger tips toyed at the neckline of the dress, deep in contemplation of what would complete the look, then I realised. The jewelry cabinet was now missing a pearl necklace as I secured it around my neck.

“Perfect” my voice calmly overtook the silence in the boutique.

The church bell tolled twice as I closed the door behind me, leaving the store almost all intact, and began on towards my intended target of the bank. However I had to pause one last time, a bride cannot be missing flowers can she?

One of the cities florists’s had a small vendor area on the main street, which again was very accessible to one with heightened strength. The scent of flowers was almost sickening with my enhanced sense of smell, but I persevered to get what I required. Then I saw them, positioned on a counter in the corner of the vendor booth, three white lilies tied together with a piece of ribbon. I recalled back to my lessons in botany in school, finding the meanings behind the plants much more interesting. The white lily represented chastity and virtue, something those monsters had ripped me of on that awful night. I would find some way to claim it back, even if it were symbolically.

The props were in place and the costume was perfect, now this bride was ready for her curtain up.

The First Bank of Rochester was in complete darkness, bar for one window upstairs, dimly lit by candlelight and even then hid behind thick blackout blinds.

“Seeking sanctuary in your money Royce, nothing changes” I muttered, crushing the heavy locks of the doors to dust with my bare hands. The thick oak doors opened easily, creaking with my eagerness to enter and begin. Moonlight lit up the entrance way, it highlighted the worn marble flooring Royce’s grandfather had insisted be fitted before the Depression. I stepped into the shadows observing the main room, the tellers desks prepared for the next day, each counter polished to perfection- as expected with the Kings. My heels echoed through the silent room as I crossed the hall, choosing to pause at the spot where I first encountered the scum that was soon to be my Ex-Fiancé. The image of that moment replayed in my memory and I shuddered, before I stopped in front of my Father’s desk, his name plaque in polished in pride.

“Oh Daddy” I whispered, running my fingers over the plaque. Images of my Mother and Father filled my mind, the realisation hitting me that this would be the last time I would ever have a link to them. All because of Royce and those monsters he called his friends, each who I took pleasure in disposing of. My eyes burnt with tears that would never come, the anger and sadness merging into one. My hands grasped at the nearest object, a desk lamp, which was ripped from its place and thrown across the room. The metal frame reverberated around the room, before falling silent. If they didn’t know I was here they would have now.

Footsteps, inaudible to human ears ran down one of the upper corridors and two heartbeats caught my attention, their drumming getting louder as they approached. It didn’t surprise me Royce had hired protection; he was always too weak to stand up for himself. I could smell their blood from where I stood. At that moment I forced myself to stop breathing and swallowed back the venom that pooled in my mouth. Tonight I would not consume blood; I would never become a monster like Royce. Gathering up my flowers, I headed for the stairs, ready to begin the final act.

The disposal of the two Guards was simple, much like the others before them, the first did not even sense my approach. I was behind the pair in an instant; my delicate hands deceived them as I grasped his neck and twisted, the spine snapped instantly. The body fell to my feet, sprawled on the floor and the other guard cowered against the wall, begging for mercy. How I wished I didn’t have to dispose of the pair of them- but they were unneeded witnesses and worked for the King’s money, they didn’t care about Royce. For a moment I grimaced, imagining the families waiting at home for these men, guilt plaguing my thoughts of revenge. But I couldn’t let it stop me now, I was almost at my grand finale.

At the end of the hall stood a lone door, Royce’s office, his name stood out on the plaque that adorned the mahogany wood. From behind it I could hear the noises of his rapid heart rate and heightened breathing, he knew I was here. I smirked to myself as I re-arranged the dress one last time and walked down the hallway slowly. It seemed oddly fitting for me to have some music, so I hummed ‘Here Comes the Bride’ as I approached the door. As I turned the handle I began to sing,

“Here comes the bride, here comes the bride, all dressed in white.” I could hear the coward’s sobs on the other side of the locked door. So I decided to prolong his agony, twisting the handle a few times before it was pulled clear from the wood.

What greeted me on the other side was a pitiful sight indeed; Royce huddled on the other side of a makeshift bed, crying in fear. I had to smile at this, he was terrified and I hadn’t even started my plans for him. As I stepped over the threshold, a variety of smells invaded my senses, blood, alcohol but mostly strongly at that point fresh urine. My face contorted in disgust for a short moment, before grinning, realizing the effect I had on him. He felt the fear I had, and it was only just beginning.

“Royce, ‘Darling’…why are you hiding from me?” I cooed as he slunk further into the corner,

“Rose? But you-, you’re supposed to be-“

“-Dead?” I interrupted, “You see Royce, you and your ‘friends’ failed in killing me and failed in being human beings. And we know you need perfection Royce, so I solved that.” I found myself chuckling at the memories of each killing.

“What are you?” He whimpered, managing to look at me.

“I’m very much me Royce, just different. Don’t you notice the changes?” In an instant, I was crouched in front of him, smirking as he screamed in shock.

“Yo-your eyes!” He stammered out, reaching his hand out to point at my crimson eyes.

“Yes.” I growled, “A result of you and your pack of mongrels. Something happened to me after that night, something that changed me. I’m much stronger now, see?” At that I reached forward, grabbed his hand and squeezed. I chuckled as the bones crushed and he screamed and writhed in agony on the floor. As I stood back up, I watched on with glee as he became a pitiful excuse for a human, still crying out in pain. Something he deserved for what he did to me.

Next my delicate appearing hands took his shaking arms and twisted, cleaning snapping the bone before I crushed them into shards below his skin. I could see the bruises begin to form, where the blood rushed under the surface of his skin. The animal in me overtook, venom rushing and pooling in my mouth, I forced myself to swallow it back trying to calm the haze of red that bloodlust produced. The reminder that I would never have any form of that Monster inside of me again, it would make me as bad as the pitiful creature that lay crying at my feet. The motion of movement at the base of the dress snapped me back into the moment, Royce foot dragging over the white material as he tried to crawl away with his immobilized arms. Each little movement he made produced a cry of agony from him and I relished in it. Next to receive my infliction were his legs, I hitched up my dress delicately, showing the garter I had worn for the occasion. The gartered leg pinned his weak human leg down, before I pressed down with all my weight, destroying the bone beyond repair. As he screamed in pain, I repeated it on the other leg and laughed out.

“Royce, don’t you like this? It’s almost identical to what you did to me…” I whispered into his ear, before flipping his body over and throwing it to the ground, hearing a few ribs shatter from impact. Meekly, he shook his head, the tears streamed down his cheeks as I heard him mutter words to God and Jesus and I decided to begin my crescendo.

“….almost identical to what I made each of your pitiful ‘friends’ endure. John cried too Royce, claimed he was sorry. Begged for mercy. It was too late for John to say sorry and it’s too late for you.” My voice rose with anger, til each word was almost a growl as I leapt forward and smirked as his spine snapped with a sickening crack. Royce’s eyes darted around the room as he was unable to move, and attempted to mumble out a mixture of pleas and prayers. I frowned, he still wasn’t dead. I hadn’t thrown him hard enough, then I smirked as an idea hit me. The wine bottle was across the room, in an instant it was in my hands, I took my time to remove the cork, watching Royce’s eyes widen in realisation. He couldn’t fight the alcohol choking him to death, when the guttural inhuman noises stopped I knew he was finally gone. I smirked in delight, before throwing the lilies over his chest; perhaps they could get their proper use as funeral flowers now.

As I left the bank I felt some sense of freedom, like a weight being taken from my shoulders now I knew that they could never harm another woman again. I would never be the same, but no one else would have to suffer the pain I did under those pitiful excuses for men. As I crossed the square again, I found myself back at where I began, the wedding boutique. The streets were still empty as I slipped out of the dress, standing in my slip, and left it on the store step, folded neatly. When the owners would have arrived a few hours later they would have found some thick luxurious notepaper upon the dress, it read:

‘Thank you. From the desk of Royce King Jnr.’

Written by Rosalie

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Tennessee Forest Fires Of 1925

The Tennessee Forest Fires of 1925 were a horrendous disaster. Treacherous flames engulfed over half the states forest population while destroying houses and buildings in its way. October was filled with watching people evacuate from their homes and orange flames fill the sky. Many grew sick as the thick air became drenched with smoke and a scent of burning wood. Many who lived where the fires had passed wore scarves over their faces in town in hopes of breathing easier. Deaths covered the local paper as people became trapped in their homes and couldn’t escape. There were few casualties but enough to scar my ten year old mind at the time.


Yes I was a ten year old boy at the time, full of innocence and life which was suddenly replaced with fear and remorse. Some could say my actions of my later human life and the life with which I’m faced now is in result of the disaster of that brisk fall month. That ocean of fire blanketing my home state would always stick with me, even now when things are hard to remember. The start of the fires were never decided and many blamed it on the unusual dry weather but I really know what happened to start them. I remember the exact day like it happened just yesterday.


My dad was hard at work while mother was gone to a special lunch with the other ladies of the town. They left me home alone in trusting that I could take care of myself and no trouble would arise. A group of the older boys in town passed by our house and my little mind wondered where they were going. I looked up to them at the time, they were always having fun and the broads in town seemed to fancy them. My eyes lit up as I noticed one of the boys carrying a bottle rocket in his hand. I quickly decided to follow them as my curiosity and bewilderment got the best of me.


Each boy took turns lighting one of the bottle rockets and goofing off as it spiraled into the air. We were deep in the forest and I would watch as each rocket shimmered red against the deep green of the trees. Each boys laughter made me chuckle on my own and I longed to be older and cooler like them. Soon each boy left and I was stuck in the deep silent woods by myself.


I was just about to leave and sneak back home when I noticed a left over rocket and match tucked away near a rock. Just lighting one wouldn’t be any harm I thought to myself as I skipped over to examine the rocket. Before I knew it I was lighting the cord and running back to watch the fire escape from it but something went wrong. Instead of going straight up it went crazy and turned crosswise into some tree’s. Yellow sparks flew and caught the dried pine needles on fire, the smell of deep pine soon turned to smoke as the whole tree was engulfed into a flame. I stood speechless and scared as the flame slowly moved from one tree to the next claiming its next victim. My little heart was beating faster than a rabbits hop as tears streamed my face.


I ran home, not wanting a single person to find out what had happened. Part of me prayed that the fire would stop and nothing else happen. The rest of the day I stayed hid under covers in my bedroom, not speaking to anyone as they came home. Then the next day came and I found out my prayers were not answered, the fire had spread for acres.


I grew up fast in the next month as the fires spread even further. The destruction in my hometown was unbearable as I watched my mom cry over the local sewing factory being burned to a crisp. Watching everything unfold and knowing it was my fault was almost to much for my little self. Countless times I almost admitted the truth but would back out, not wanting to spend the rest of my life grounded or whatnot. Guilt took its toll though, I was very much punished. I stopped talking to the other little boys in town and stayed to myself. Often helping my father in the afternoons volunteer on buildings that had been destroyed or cleaning up ashes in the yard.


I never told anyone about the fires and often think maybe it was best. When I was sixteen I sat with a preacher and cried when all the horrendous memories of the fire flooded my mind. He never asked what upset me but promised no matter what god would forgive me for whatever it was. That thought alone helped me forgive myself even though to this day I regret playing with that bottle rocket. Regret even more the destruction and disaster it caused

Fresh Prince Of Forks

So I was driving home the other day when the Fresh Prince Song popped into my head, so what did I do? I remixed it and made it my own..


Now, this is the story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Forks


In south Tennessee born and raised,
In the woods was where I spent most of my days,
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool,
And all shootin some deer outside of the woods,
When a couple of bears Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and Ro found me all scared She said 'You're gonna be safe I'm taking you to Forks


I begged and pleaded with her for 3 days,
But she packed my suite case and stayed by my side
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me a new life
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it


First class, yo this is bad.
Drinking blood out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Forks living like?Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait, I hear the prissy, booze, whine, all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so, I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Forks.


Well uh, the burning stopped and when I looked up,There was a dude who looked like a doctor standing there with my name out.
I ain't trying to start trouble. I just got here!I
sprang with the quickness, like lightening disappeared


I whistled through the woods as Ro came near,
The way she moved screamed fresh and her car had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say is that this broad was rare,
But I thought 'forget it' - 'Yo home to Forks'.


I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
And I yelled to Rose'Yo babe see ya later'.
I looked to my kingdom, I was finally there.To sit on my throne as the Prince of Forks

A letter to Renesmee

I wrote this letter a few days after Ness was born, in hopes she would read it when she was a little older

A few days have passed since you entered this world and already you have made an impact. Beautiful beyond words, is the thought that came to my mind as Rosalie held you. Certainly no one would be able to deny their love they already felt for you. Did you know that the instant Bella woke up and saw you that this family truly became whole. Everyone had a glimpse of what life could offer in your eyes, something that your aunt Rose really needed.

Fear strikes me slightly as I think of the difficulties you may face in life. Gosh kiddo you already have me fearing something and that’s a miracle. Having said that I have advice for you when things get tough and you feel like the world is letting you down. I hope that even when the days are cloudy and you feel like crying that you don’t give up. Just because things get ugly doesn’t mean that there is not a bright shining rainbow at the end of it. Kindness should be your main asset but never settle because of it. Life is far to precious to just settle on things and you are far to brilliant to settle for less than what you deserve. Most importantly remember that your family will always love you and have your back. No one else will be able to get you down when you remember these things. Oh and one more little piece of advice, if you have a wild streak like sneaking out do not think about it around your father. Please for the life of me don’t do it anyway but try to hide it if you do.

Quiet fills the house as I write this letter to you and I can imagine you years from now reading it. Remarkable things will happen between now and then and I can only hope that your life will be one of happiness. Something that fairy tales are written about and other little girls are jealous of. The day you were born will stay sacred to me because it was the day something changed in me. Usually your aunt Rose was the only woman to own my heart but on that day you stole a piece of it as well. Various things in me changed but you made me calmer and funnier, let my fatherly side show even though I will never get to show those sides to my own children. With these things being said I must finish this letter up and go help your mom hunt since she is new at this life. X-box’s will also be your friend in this world when people are bothering you, yes I know it’s not really advice and I’m late adding this but I’m sure when you read this you will know me enough to understand why. You’re an amazing full of life, take your breathe away girl ok, never forget that. Zealous I’ am for you to read this letter but I must seriously go now.
-Your Uncle Emm

What If...There was no bear

The bright sun shot through the tree’s as the warmth wrapped around me like a blanket. The silence of the woods eased my nerves to a point of happiness. The past week had been hectic with Levi being born. My easy, carefree life was now swamped with the hassle of taking care of a newborn. Not to mention my wife was more clingy than usual and I just needed the air. Three hours of hiking and hunting bliss. I ran into no obstacles that day or animals to kill but it was peaceful, enough to get me by.

Another long week passed, as nothing got easier. Ann-Marie and I fought every free minute when Levi was asleep or didn’t need our over look. He constantly was needing our attention, my world was over. Every thing that was mine was his. My immature actions sparked fights and often ended with me storming out. Her constant bickering was driving me crazy. Yes one week in and I already felt my world collapsing in. I was supposed to be the happy new dad but I was miserable.

A long month dragged on, more fights and hell. I left on a stormy night, leaving Ann at home with Levi. I had been working my ass off and taking care of Levi when I could but it was never enough for her. Even in my misery I tried to make her happy, anything I could to make up for my indiscretion on new years. That night though our fight was my braking point. I went to the local sleazy bar to have a few drinks with my buddies. The crisp moonshine was never ending and the ladies was in my site. Without a thought I worked my magic and ended up in bed with the most floozy blonde I could find. Not one bit of me felt sorry for doing Ann wrong, at least it was a few moments when my life was not an empty less shell.

Three more months passed, our home was no longer a home as well as our marriage was not a marriage. My days were spent slave driving at work, while at night I would come home to spend time with Levi before bed. As he fell asleep I would slip away to the bar with my friends. Skipping work one day while Ann was shopping I brought home a woman that I didn’t even know the name of. Her horrified face will always be imprinted in my head as she walked in on us. Ann packed her bags and left with Levi and never looked back.

A year has passed since Ann- Marie left me. My days are filled with endless work hours and nights filled with moonshine. My lonely home is no longer filled with the beams of sunshine from Levi except for occasionally. The happiness I though I might feel when Ann left never graced me as the despair of being alone set in. I missed the days of changing Levi’s diaper and having company. To my dismay no bottle of moonshine or no random woman could fill that void.

My fortieth birthday is here as I lay back thinking of my life. Nothing had been right since Ann left, well really nothing had been right since we got married. The only hope and good thing was Levi. His life was much easier than mine and I was proud of him. Painful regret seeps into my skin as I think about how I wasn’t there to help him every time he needed me though. Why couldn’t have I meet someone after Ann to make me happy. To help me realize how important Levi would be to me. I grew up to slow and everything moved to fast.

I can feel the last days of my life creeping up on me. The wrinkles of my skin is a clear sign to my age. Seventy harsh years has passed since I have walked this earth. Every day seemingly becoming more darkening than the last. My own son disowned me as I drowned my life away with alcohol. Ann- Marie moved on and acted as if I never existed. There are days when I contemplate ending it all but know it would be to much of a hassle. I deserved the hell I lived and whatever pits of it was left for me.

What if the bear would have never attacked me, would this have been my life? lonely and filled with despair, no Rose to brighten my days. Some may look at that bear attack as a bad moment but really how are we to know that it wasn’t a blessing. If not for it then I wouldn’t have my other half or the amazing family and friends that I do. What if?