Ok, guys, I'm not telling who's POV this is cuz I want you to figure it out sorry I've taken so long to update, I was establishing a more complex storyline /:) enjoy…

Chapter 4

I could smell the old couple from the docks. Their scent was almost overpowering me. So mouth-watering.

Marty started snarling involuntarily, his eyes glazed over with hunger. Before he even made his move I had him pinned. I'd seen the glint of scarlet eyes beneath the dock where Marty hadn't.

"Don't even think about it. They're mine!" I quickly said, playing the part.

Marty growled, eager to defend the meal and swiped me in the chest. The tree shook when my chest slammed against it. The idiot never learned. Why did I keep scraping him out of these situations? It'd be a lot safer for me if I just killed him now.

He scrambled up in the same second I was down. I guess I wasn't really trying; I had the strangest inkling to know why he was here.

The old man didn't even have time to scream before his head was hanging limply from his shoulders. And then Marty was on the ground too, begging, as I knew he would. Gordon always did hide himself well. His sopping clothing and hair dripped onto Marty's face, making him cower into the ground even more. I stayed behind the shrubbery under the cover of the shadows. Gordon's hiding place had been even better though; under the rocks beneath the dock.

"This is my kill!" Gordon's raspy voice threatened. Marty whimpered, too cowardly to defend himself.

I'd hoped to scare Marty away with a challenge for the food; I could handle myself against Gordon, but Marty couldn't.

By now the old woman was screaming out of her mind, pounding Gordon on the back with her small fists, making about as much progress as a feather does to a brick wall. He flicked his hand out as if flitting at an irritating fly and her screaming stopped.

Gordon clasped a tight fist around Marty's throat to hold him there, then looked right up at me. I could see his ruby eyes, glowing, almost luminescent. He was waiting on purpose.

"Not going to defend your pet, Belikov?" Gordon sneered, his Russian was nostalgic and alien at the same time. "Show yourself!"

The shadows melted away as I swept forward. I lifted my lip, snarling at the pet quip.

"So this is what you get up to these days? I didn't know that baby-sitting was you're element?"

I snarled louder and more viciously. No one understood. It was stupid anyway. Another way to get me killed. And it was ruining my reputation. I wouldn't give in to that weakness again.

"What are you doing this side of Russia?" I growled. It was well known that Gordon's realm was in the north. No one hunted in his territory and so he never had to leave.

He ignored my question. "Haven't you heard from civilization in a while?"

I hadn't actually. I only went into the city to hunt and even then, my kills were short and clean.

"Ol' 'US bag passed a new decree. Guardian's don't hunt us anymore."

I waited for the laughter. None came. Who was he trying to fool? His seriousness actually surprised me.

"Guardians don't give up just like that." That I was sure of. "What's really going on?"

He shrugged. "Does it matter? All I know is that they're not bringing stakes anymore." He lied. "Loosing their touch."

I didn't know why he was lying, but there was still the fact that he was out of his territory. I put the guardian comment out of my mind; he had to have been mistaken.

"What are you doing this side of Russia?" I repeated, trying to ignore Marty's whimpering.

He looked at me though narrowed eyes and his mouth curled into a slow, suspicious smile. It was forced though and faltering, and his shoulders were tensed: he was starting to stress. He really didn't want me around right now, which told me he was hiding something from me specifically. I had only one thing I felt concern for. Or one person rather. What was he playing at?

"Stretching my legs."

True. But what for? He stood and rolled his shoulders as if he were stretching.

"I tire of this. Keep the meal. Consider it a great mercy." He was talking to Marty but looking at me. This was Gordon, the Gordon. There was no way he'd give up on his own kill…unless he wanted to get away from here, which could only mean he was seriously avoiding something. What didn't he want me to know?

He nodded to Marty, then to me to announce his departure. I nodded back to show him I understood and accepted his interference in good grace.

He couldn't see my shoulders bulging under my duster, or my clenched fists behind my back.

I didn't know what had drawn him out of his territory. I didn't know anything could. But there was one thing that would draw me from Russia, no questions asked. And as far as I know, Gordon didn't have a long lost love anywhere. Besides, he had the wrong attitude for that; he'd been much too excited. And as far as I knew he'd never "dismissed" anyone before; this was personal.

By now Marty had regained his composure and was slurping messily at the woman's neck. Disgusting. There were much cleaner ways to go about it.

I grabbed the scruff of his collar and hauled him from the body. "Clean up this mess. There's somewhere we need to be. "

I was on the other side of the park when Marty caught up. "So what's so important that I couldn't finish my dinner? Where are we gallivanting off to at 1:00am on a Saturday morning?"

"Going to pay an old friend a visit."

Marty groaned. "This 'old friend' doesn't happen to live in the US, does she?"

"Perhaps."