Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its sequels. I do own this plot line though.

1931

The slums of Chicago, where the pimps, prostitutes, murderers, and rapist resigned when the façade of the day ended and night came. It was the perfect hunting grounds for Edward and as the moon rose to its apex the timing was faultless as well.

Edward snuck through the shadows, avoiding the scum and filth that littered the overcrowded city as he sought the thoughts of only the vilest. His attention was immediately caught by others like himself. They were distant away enough for him not to make him on edge yet close enough so that he was still weary.

Edward tried to put some distance between him and the other vampires as he followed the thoughts of a wealthy businessman that could only get relief with the pain of others. The man's thoughts were the loudest thing in Edward's head as he ran, that is, until the distinct sound of flesh being cut and blood splattering broke his concentration.

The smell of fresh blood permeated the air, making Edward change his direction. It smelled so good.

Slice, scrape, spatter

Another move of a blade in the distance, this time digging so deep it hit the bone. More blood, this time from a second victim. Edward picked up speed, the blood lust slowly taking control.

Plop, plink, plop

The murderer was moving, blade still in hand as blood oozed off the its tip.

Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump

Two heartbeats getting growing closer together as a murderer came closer to their next prey.

Edward slowed his pace as his eyes laid upon the house in which these atrocities were happening. The other vampires were closing in on the scent as well. Edward jumped through an open window on the second story in which the scent was the strongest.

Swoosh

The curtains danced with the wind. They had blood splattered on the delicate cream colored pattern.

Edward went straight for the source of the blood, an oversized man with his throat cut open. The stilled blood was warm on Edward's lips.

Slash, splatter

Another death, only one heartbeat left in the horror filled house.

Edward's senses were dulling. There was too much blood in the air. His ruby eyes turned to the room adjacent to the one he was in. Another fresh body laid there, a fresh body about to be drained of the remnants of a once prosperous life.

Crash

The smell of kerosene oil mixed with the smell of blood in the air hit Edward as he finished draining the second corpse. Smoke filled the house, but Edward paid it no mind as he went to the third body. He couldn't help it; the blood lust was overwhelming him.

The murderer was no where to be seen. Edward could hear them lurking on the first floor, pushing over more oil lamps, setting the house ablaze.

Edward threw his head back, relishing in his feast of blood. So much blood, yet something in the air would not let his thirst be quenched. He was drawn downstairs for the killer's blood.

The fire was even more alight on the first floor. Flames covered most everything, including the exits, but the blood that seemed to be suddenly calling to Edward was worth the risk.

Edward's red eyes flicked around the kitchen, reflecting the bright flames as he looked for the source of the mouth watering scent. Edward could not believe that he overlooked such a scent.

Then Edward's eyes landed on the murderer. It was a woman, no older than twenty-one. She was so beautiful, so young, so old, and so covered in blood that was not her own. In her hand she held a crude knife covered in blood and in her brown eyes not a glint of remorse.

A large beam covered in fire fell in between them from the ceiling as they stared at each other motionlessly. Her thoughts were silent to him.

Flames licked at the hem of her dress, yet she still stood inertly as the fire surrounded her. A burning floorboard fell on Edward's head and he hissed at it.

The fire was too thick. Edward's prey was out of his reach. To run through the flames was to put himself in a situation that would make him feel much too mortal for his comfort.

Edward jumped through a closed window, shattering it. He was tempted to run back into the house just to get one drop of the luscious blood that ran through the murderer's veins.

He stared back at the engulfed building, before running to find some other sinner to satisfy his longing.

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