(A/N so this is my first story. I hope you enjoy.)

It was two weeks ago I killed my bride- to- be Rosalie Hale. My friends and I, all rich son of rich men, were out drinking as a "boys night out" thing when we stumbled a cross Rosalie. Rosalie was the most beautiful girl in town and every eye turned to stare when she walked in the room.

I remember the first time I saw her. Her father works in the bank in which I was going to be taking over from my father and oddly he had forgotten his lunch that day. Rosalie was in and attracted my attention with out realizing it. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

Next thing I know we were in courtship. Every night I would send her rose and later violets too. We spent most of our time in the public's eye because who would not want to show off someone as beautiful as Rosalie. Within two months, we were engaged.

Two weeks ago we were getting married and now she is died. It is my entire fault. We were drunk and stumbling down the street when we passed Rosalie.

"Rose!" I yelled, laughing along with my friends. "What took you so long? We're getting cold."

And then to John, a friend of a friend who had come up from out of town, I asked "What did I tell you, John, isn't she just lovelier than any of your women?"

"I don't know. She is all covered up" John said with a laugh.

Next thing I know I yanked her jacket off of her causing the brass buttons to fly ever where. "Come on Rosalie; show them how beautiful you are." I told her as I began to pull the hat out of my hair.

"Royce, stop. Please" she begged in pain.

We just continued to laugh as be tortured her. Every time she cried out in pain, we laughed even harder. In the end we left her bleed in the streets waiting to die as the snow began to fall.

The next morning I woke up with a throbbing head and completely forgetting what I did to my fiancé. At breakfast my mother told me that Rosalie's father had stopped by to tell them that she was missing. In an instant I remembered what my buddies and I had done. I kept it to my self and pretended not to know anything. We assumed Rosalie was dead after three days of searching. And the wedding was off.

I continued as I had before Rosalie. I took over the job at the bank and flirted with every pretty girl I met. But things began to change after the three days of searching when those who had been with me that fateful night began to die. Two days before the canceled wedding was John died, letting me know in the bottom of my heart that I was next. So to protect myself I had guards lock me in the bank vault

Please review! if you like it i will try and write more to it.