the late miss roberts and her many crimes

prologue

If you'd only heard what the media told you about Emma Belle Roberts, you would assume that her favourite colour was red – the colour of blood, of death, passion, of love and loss and her favourite lipstick. In fact, it was the deep, rich green of the forest in the town where she was born, although she would never have told you that. The newspapers and television shows paint her as a vampire or a ghoul, but that's only because they can't accept that a human could do such things. They compare her to a hundred monsters, but that's only because she was worse than anything that walked the pages of a children's fairy story.

Carol Amelie Smith, a victim of the late Miss Roberts (written two days before her death)

She was a beautiful woman, no one could have denied that. Rivers of thick black hair, brown eyes that pulled you in and made you want to do whatever she asked, and lips with just the right inviting curl to them. She made herself seem impulsive and innovative, when really she was a creature of forceful habit. All she did was to serve the demons in her head – don't believe for a moment that I'm excusing what she did by saying she wasn't well. She had demons in her head, yes, but she was a demon herself; the truest and purest form of evil.

John Andrew Roberts, Miss Roberts' father

She was a murderer, plain and simple. I refuse to romanticise her in any way. She was a murderer and she is the reason that my daughter is dead, and that so many other daughters and sons all over this city are dead too.

Mary Elizabeth Wilson, the mother of Miss Roberts' last victim

Emma Roberts killed my sister. She killed my best friend's sister Allison. She killed our best friend's cousin Adam. I always thought she was kind, but that was before we found out.

Carly June Emmett, the younger sister of one of Miss Roberts' victims

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