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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧•• royce is dead !

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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 "ISN'T THIS A BIT DRAMATIC?" Nathaniel asked, his eyebrows pinched but he held a smile on his face, displaying his amusement. Rosalie turned around from in front of the mirror, holding up the wedding dress to her body. She had a grin on her face, a devilish one, and she shrugged, turning back around to look in the mirror.

"If this is my life for all of eternity, I might as well enjoy myself a little." The blonde smiled at her reflection, planning the whole moment in her head. She'd kill anyone in her way, anyone, and when she was finally in front of him, she'd smile with a laugh, a laugh full of evil, just like his laugh that night.

karma always comes back
to bite you in the ass

Nathaniel raised his brows curtly, nodding in agreement. She was right, and it applied to everyone. Why spend your possibly short life being miserable? He turned around, staring around the room. It was his mother's room, reserved perfectly and standing in exactly the same format as it was when she died over one hundred years ago.

The walls were all painted a medium brown colour with the ceiling white and the flooring was wooden, dark oak to be exact. The queen-sized bed was sat against the long back wall with a large black carpet in the centre, sticking out underneath. Two dark oak nightstands were sat on either sides of the bed and scattered around the room was multiple bookshelves.

His mother was a major bookworm and he just couldn't bring it upon himself to get rid of all of her books to create some space, so he left it all cluttered. There was a large mirror on the wall opposite the bed where Nathan was stood, staring down at the sheets that were recently washed by himself. He trailed his fingers along the fabric, remembering the times his mother would cradle him as a child after he'd had a nightmare.

Tears immediately welled up in his eyes, but he sniffled quickly, fighting the urge to cry. Rosalie's eyes drifted over to him in the mirror, watching as he wiped his eyes and she felt a wave of sympathy wash over her, making her want to rush over and wrap him in a tight hug.

As much as she wanted to act out her thoughts, she stayed still in silence, staring at the floor awkwardly. The blonde cleared her throat, catching his attention and she spun around, a small smile on her face, "I, for reasons that I won't specify, know where all of them live, so that won't be a problem."

"That's great. We should head off now to give us more time." He turned around and headed out of the room, controlling his emotions to the best he could. It was midday, giving them more than enough time to visit Royce King and his friends one by one.

First was a man named David, he was skinny and tall, wore glasses and his hair seemed to be permanently greasy. When Nathan first laid eyes on the guy, he was immediately disgusted by his appearance, feeling no shame in being judgemental.

He lived in a normal family home with his pregnant wife, and whilst Rosalie felt a little bad that she was leaving the man's wife widowed, the majority of her couldn't care less. They arrived at the house, and Nathaniel made an appearance first.

The older vampire knocked on the door and placed his hands behind his back respectfully, a friendly smile on his face. He could hear footsteps approaching and a man opened the door, it was David, and as previously mentioned, Nathaniel internally grimaced at the sight of him. He wasn't sure how anybody could willingly be impregnated by a man like that, though he wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't consented.

"Hello, may I help you?" David questioned, holding onto the door handle with furrowed eyebrows and Nathaniel nodded, taking a step back. He pointed at a broken plant pot on the porch in attempt to lure David out.

"Hi, I came by to deliver a gift from Mr. King and I accidentally smashed this pot, I severely apologise." Nathan sent him a tight-lipped guilty smile and David took a step out of the house, looking over before he let out a loud frustrated sigh.

"Are you kidding me? That's my wife's." He rubbed a hand down his face in a stressed manner and Nathan looked over at Rosalie, who was peeking out from behind the side of the house. He winked, and with a blink, Rosalie had David in her grip, running off behind the house with him.

With a chuckle, Nathan strolled forwards, kicking some of the dirt from the plant pot into the corner of the porch and he walked over the door, closing it casually as if nothing ever happened.

THEY HAD VISITED THE THREE OTHER HOUSES and Rosalie was feeling more powerful than she'd ever felt before. There was even a part of her that felt grateful towards Nathaniel for turning her instead of leaving her for dead.

She was adjusting the wedding dress on her body whilst Nathan fixed the veil on her head, making sure it was perfect, just like her, "I have no idea what you ever saw in him." He asked, interrupting their peaceful silence and Rosalie looked up from the skirt of her dress, a distant look on her face.

"Money, family, false happiness." Rosalie explained in just four words, and that was all she needed to say for Nathan to completely understand. He nodded and took a step back, taking in her appearance with a grin. It was his mother's wedding dress, and he couldn't help but imagine his mother's face on Rosalie's, making him feel at home.

"You look beautiful." He complimented and if Rosalie was human, her cheeks would've been bright red, resembling her eyes. Nathan chuckled, sensing her flustered state and he turned around, kneeling down to look under the bed in the guest bedroom. He pulled out a box and placed it on the bed, opening it up.

Rosalie approached, lifting up her skirt so she wouldn't tread on it and she looked over his shoulder, watching as he pulled out numerous belongings before a pair of antique silver heels appeared at the bottom of the narrow box. Her eyes widened whilst his expression stayed emotionless, and he reached in, pulling one of them out to just admire them.

"These were my mother's, so is the dress. I never got to see her get remarried, of course I kept a close eye on her and she decided to get married the second I was away." He chuckled at the irony, and Rosalie smiled sadly, her eyes glued to the heel in his hand. He grabbed the other heel and held them both in hands, turning his whole body towards her.

He nodded his head towards the bed, gesturing for her to sit and she obeyed, taking a graceful seat on the edge of the bed. Nathaniel smiled and knelt down on one knee in front of her, she lifted one of her bare feet towards him, allowing him to slide the shoe onto her foot. It was coincidentally a perfect fit, so was the dress, and Rosalie felt her cheeks grow hot as his fingers brushed against her ankle to tie the buckle.

Gently, he did the same with her other foot and pushed himself up with ease before holding his hand out for her. Without hesitation, Rosalie grinned and placed her smaller hand in his, allowing him to pull her up, though he pulled her up a little bit stronger than she intended for him to.

She ended up stood with her chest against his, their faces just inches away from each other and they stared into each other's eyes. The tension was intense, but in both of their imaginations, sparks exploded around them like beautiful golden fireworks. Nathaniel leaned his face downwards slowly, their lips brushing against one another's but the moment was ruined when Rosalie moved out of the way, rushing towards the door.

The blonde stopped, turned around with her hand gripped onto the doorway and Nathaniel turned to look at her, feeling slightly defeated though he didn't show it, and Rosalie smirked, "Come on, we have a bitch to kill."

Nathaniel chuckled, the defeated feelings immediately leaving his senses as he headed out of the door, flicking off the light and closing the door, his eyes drifting around the room as the door closed. His mother would always have her own special place in his heart, and in his mind, to say he missed her would be an understatement.

Royce King's house was bigger than the rest due to his wealth, and after hearing about the rest of the men's disappearances, he was shaking in his boots. He put everything together, he wasn't that dumb, but his predictions were slightly wrong. He was expecting the mysterious man who had beaten them all up that night, but oh, was he incorrect about that.

Rosalie couldn't help but giggle manically at the sight of all of the bodyguards scattered around the house, some of them were slacking off in the kitchen, doing no harm, so they spared them. Nathaniel led Rosalie up the stairs by her hand, and once they realised that there were two rather large men outside of a specific door, they knew he was in there.

The insane duo glanced at one another, and Nathan nodded before he sped over to the men, sinking his teeth into the one on the left's neck, sucking him dry until he went limp in his arms. When he looked up, dropping the man and wiping the blood from his mouth, Rosalie was doing the same, blood all over his mother's beautiful wedding dress, though he didn't necessarily mind that much.

"After you." Nathaniel bowed to her, and Rosalie smirked, curtsying a little before she opened the double doors, revealing a frightened Royce in the corner of the room holding a bottle of whiskey, tears in his eyes at the sight of the woman he abused and thought had died.

"This will take a minute." Rosalie informed Nathan, closing the doors behind her and he nodded, guarding the door with his hands behind his back. Screams, groans, banging and ripping was heard, and Nathan scratched the side of his head, thinking nothing of it until the doors opened again, the whole room covered in blood.

The scarlet liquid was smothered all over the walls, the beige bed sheets had been dyed to a deep red and Royce's bodiless head sat in the middle of the room on the floor. Rosalie wiped the blood from her mouth, a smirk on her face, "Royce is dead."

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