Title: Soon, My Love, Soon…

Author: RavenEcho

Disclaimer: It all belongs to the talented Stephenie Meyer.

Summary: Victoria's thoughts on the death of her lover, James. "Soon, my love, you will be avenged."

Author's Note: I haven't written any fanfiction since about 2005, and this is my first Twilight fanfiction, so please, let me know what you think, whether it be good or bad! Review!

He was mine. He was mine, and they had absolutely no right to take him away. All over that stupid human girl—she wasn't even beautiful, with her stringy hair and startled round eyes. She wasn't worth it.

I had loved James. Had loved—did love—would always love. We had been mates for a couple years by then, and sure, Laurent had joined us for a couple months, but he wasn't on our level, really, he was just another aide to the hunt running along beside us. James and I, we were the perfect duet. He was gorgeous, and I was his wildly beautiful match. He and I both had our special talents. He was a tracker—a damn good one, not like that piddling bastard Edward—ha!—I lost him, sent him way too far south, in less than a month. And I? I was an escape artist. It was the ideal match—he knew exactly how to find his way into a situation, and I knew exactly how to find our way back out.

Oh god… that brings me back. I never should have let him go alone. I knew it was a bad idea, and had told him so from the start. But James, darling stubborn beautiful James—James did not always know how to listen. He didn't have that careful, indecisive, anxious streak like I did. He was—oh god, was—a completely different individual—confident and impulsive, incredibly sure of himself—too sure of himself. I begged him to change the plan. I just knew something horrible was going to happen. But no, no, he told me. I remember it so well… I got angry with him because he was harsh with me.

"Shut up, Victoria," he had spit out. "It will work, I am stronger than they, and it will all be over by the time they figure it out anyway. Now get all those doubting thoughts out of that stupid pretty head of yours, or I will make you!"

And then he had snarled and snapped at my neck with an aroused fire in his sumptuous red eyes. Oh, my James, my dangerously sexy chore of a mate, how I miss you.

Oh, how wrong he had been. How dreadfully and tragically incorrect. I knew it when he died—the moment it was over, I was aware, and I was out. I felt guilty for a moment, for not immediately enacting my revenge, for running like a coward. But then I was happy with my decision—now I am delighted, looking back. I would have been killed, trying to fight five – six – seven ferociously furious vampires. I would not have survived, and then I would not have been capable of avenging my lover in the way he deserved.

But now? Oh—not now—not yet—but soon, soon, soon… I could taste it. I could hardly hold back my excitement, sometimes barely remembering not to set my plans for more than a split second. Ha! I was quite enjoying the idea of keeping that pixie prophetic bitch guessing. But even more than that, I was waiting with pleasure, waiting for Bella, my delicious revenge—Oh god, I could already imagine the taste of her blood on my lips… And Edward—I was practically squirming with excitement. Just wait, pretty Edward. Just wait until I force you to feel what I have felt for so long.

Haha. I couldn't help the snarl that tore from my all-too-ready mouth. Soon. Soon, my army would be ready. Soon, my love, you will be avenged.