AN: okay I have a scene where Bella is in the alleyway and she hears a conversation going on with a lot of swearing… but I felt it was necessary to get the point across as to how mad the man actually was. Oh… and there's at least a people he feeds on… other than that I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 5: The Next Snack

I stood frozen in place. I thought he was supposed to be a vegetarian, but apparently he couldn't resist from his old habits.

I heard a feral growl, kicking and screaming, a sick snapping sound… then silence. I waited hesitantly in the bathroom leaning hard against the counter, depending on it to support all my weight. I was gasping, trying to regain my breathing pattern, but I was still really shaken up.

After a few agonizing moment of silence, I decided that I couldn't bear to wait in here any longer. If the woman needed help I should go outside and see if she still was living; he might have just knocked her unconscious. Although I highly doubted that option, there was always a chance that fate might have spared her. I bolted out of the restroom, and weaved my way back through the endless amounts of tables filled with people, to where I had eaten moments before. I picked up my jacket and wallet as swiftly and as calmly as I could muster. It was a difficult task with my added clumsiness, but I managed to leave a tip on the table, and then walk briskly out of the restaurant. I didn't want to attract any more attention more than necessary to other humans around me; all I had to remember was stay clam.

I burst through the restaurant doors, wondering which way the fastest route to the back alleyway would be; I decided to go left. I made it to the entrance of the dark alley just in time to see the accused pounce on top a dumpster and then leap onto the top of the building, in search of his next victim probably.

I knew for a fact that most vampires had to feed on more than 1 thing to seduce their thirst. Alice had told me in the past to never invade/encounter a vampire when he/she is feeding or hunting; they could get distracted and take me instead of their targeted prey. But, I had to get an answer as to why he was choosing to feed on humans. He clearly told me before, that he meant only to hunt on animals but said it was hard at times to resist.

I sprinted into the alleyway pushing myself to reach the end faster, but I was slowed down immensely; I had managed to trip a few times on myself. When I finally got there I was dirty, scratched, bruised and smelt like garbage. There was practically nothing left of the human… only a couple of charred bones left from the fire.

Wow, that must have been an intense amount of heat for the body to burn so quickly. I felt sorry for the woman; she'd have had no clue that the godly-like creature she met moments before would end her life in an instant.

I looked straight up, in search for the stealthy predator, hoping he wasn't still watching me. I found out that he was nowhere in sight and that the sky was still covered with a thick blanket of clouds. That would mean that he would still be able to travel about without suspicions as to why his skin was sparkling in the sunlight.

I walked at a brisk pace back toward the mouth of the alley in search of the murderer who killed the unfortunate soul moments ago.

I sighed in relief there was no sign of him anywhere; at least I was safe for the time being, or so I thought.

I leant against the back of the restaurant's brick wall. I was tried, worn out; groggy, and just wanted to go back home to bed… forgetting it all happened. But I guess I was destined never to get a recent rest that day. I knew I had to continue to search for the woman's killer, but I just didn't have it in me to continue at the moment.

I let out a frustrated sigh, and slumped against the wall, placing my hands on my knees. I hadn't even rested 30 seconds, when commotion started to pick up again, but this time it didn't involve a certain vampire… or so I thought.

My head snapped up as I heard an intense argument erupt about a couple of blocks away from where I stood. I hid behind the corner of the dumpster, but I could still clearly hear the argument the people were having.

"Hey you piece of shit!" He had a deep voice and an accent that sounded like he was part of a mafia or something. The man was talking to a person ahead of him. The other man whirled around to face the mafia guy with a pissed look on his face. That look soon turned to horror when he found out whom it was.

"Y-y-y-yo-you," the man stuttered. He was wearing a black trench coat just like the mafia guy. He had black suit pants and matching black patent shoes on. He looked just like any other ordinary businessman making his way back home from work.

"Yeah, it's me dumbass! You think you could get away with what yoos did so easily? Fucking running away from it all in Seattle? You left me to deal with all you're fucking shit, and now you pretend like nothing happened? Well guess who's fucking had to lead the cops off your trail? Huh!? You almost got us fucking caught and convicted!" The man was shouting and his voice was rising louder and louder with every word he spoke. The mafia guy shoved the person the man roughly into one of the brick walls that lined this more deserted part of the port.

The man didn't even try to defend himself, he just stuck his hands into is pockets, and listened with an expressionless face.

"I'm sick and tried of always fucking having to clean up after you! You're a fucking disgrace to us, and I should put a fucking end to this a long time ago. How about I fucking put you out of your misery right here and fucking now," he said taking a gun, with a silencer attached to it, out of his black trench coat; holding it directly underneath the man's jaw. He smirked and continued his threat. "But, I'll be nice to yous this time. I'll give you to the count of 3 to get your ass out of my fucking sight, and I never want to see you or your low life family around these parts any more. The next time I won't be as generous… you 'ear?!?" he asked locking and loading his gun, getting ready to fire.

Somehow I had a feeling that this confrontation was going to end badly.

"Yes. Fine with me," the man replied. "Can I at least have a last request?" The man was stepping away from the wall and moving the mafia guys' gun out of his face.

"Sure, I'll be a man of honor and allow you to speak your finally words."

The man smirked, like he was withholding a secret. Then shook his head in disappointment.

"Mark, Mark, Mark… I thought you would have brains to have killed me by now. But it seems like you still haven't got any." With that said, the man took his hands out of his pockets, revealing a sharp, glinting dagger.

He took a few swipes at the man named Mark, cutting him slightly on the arm, only enough to start drawing blood from the wound. He took another ferocious swipe at Mark's chest, creating a deeper wound and drawing more blood. This caused him to topple onto the ground in pain, gun rolling about a foot away.

It was hard to keep watching; I knew that the man would finish off his victim in one last quick and fatal strike. But the tables turned on him.

Mark quickly rolled over, ignoring the piercing pain he was enduring, grabbed his gun and aimed expertly at the man.

BANG!

The sound made my ears ring, and started to make my head throb. I shook my head hard, trying to clear my senses, only to look up to the blood-red eyes of the woman's murderer.

I was shocked that he had come so close to me… he would still be in his hunting mode. "h-h-how could y-y-you? I thought…" I stuttered, then blinked my eyes hard; hoping it was just my overworked imagination. To somewhat relief, I opened my eyes to find he was gone.

I searched around frantically, hopping he was still in sight. To my luck I spotted a shadowy figure near the mouth of the alleyway where the man lay lifeless on the ground; blood slowly trickling into the gutters.

Mark threw his gun down on top of the dead body, and proceeded into the darkened part of the port once more.

As, soon as Mark was about a block or 2 away from the body, he approached out from the shadows… to feast. It didn't take him long to drain the man completely of all blood.

I thought that by now he would have sedated his thirst, but apparently he hadn't fed in a while… I could still see a glint of it in his posture. He unfortunately, was still in hunting mode and his senses were driving him to the closest source of open blood.

Mark.

He glided after him through the streets, twisting in various directions. Trailing him like a cat.

I wouldn't let him get away with this so easily… he still had to answer my question about why he had just thrown his supposed diet out the window.

I decided to follow them.

I made sure to stay at least a half a block away from the prey and the predator as I attempted to trail them stealthy. The area we were now in was in the most deserted part of Port Angeles… the part where I ran into that group of men about 2 years ago, but at that time I was accompanied by a guardian angel. This time it was going to be different… this time I was going to be alone if anything terrible happened to me. I just prayed to God that I wouldn't get Déjà vu again and have to endure it once more.

I proceeded down the street on the sidewalk but picked up my pace; the 2 were walking faster and faster.

Mark would have no clue that he was the next victim. He'd have no clue that he was being tracked by a silent predator, waiting for the right moment to strike.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Oh… my… God… this was the exact place where I was about to be attacked almost 2 years ago, when that group of males was herding me. I let out a strangled gasp, trying to keep myself together, not intending that it would be so loud.

The victim turned around, immediately after I let that slip, but his hunter paid no attention to me. He was dead set on his prey.

"What the --" he shouted, but never got to finish his sentence.

His predator cut him off by ripping at his jugular, preventing him from making any further noise. That's when the bloodshed started. I couldn't bear to watch anymore, though. I shut my eyes tightly, and wrapped my arms around my middle, willing for the scene before me to disappear. I couldn't bear to see any more death.

I backed away from the 2 slowly, shaking my head back and forth, eyes clenched shut, (practically hyperventilating) praying that it would vanish somehow.

Nothing vanished, but I could feel something sticky beneath my feet. I opened my eyes to see what I had stepped into… it was the man's blood. I felt dizzy and weak as the smell of salt and rust over powered me; I had to get out of there now. Quickly, I sprinted away from it all. Faster and faster I ran doing my best not to trip more than necessary, back to where I thought I'd be safe… in the car.

As I ran away from the gruesome scene that was being played before me, I could understand now why he didn't want me to see him or his family while they fed. It would be embedded into my mind…

It would never leave.

I couldn't push the image of that man's life being drained away to nothing before my very eyes. The way he did it, it was like he'd done it a thousand times, and it was a second nature to him.

I realized then and there how easily a life could be taken away from this world and cast into another. I could understand why he was trying not to be a monster. He would be able to hear the thoughts of his victims as they died in his steely bite.

After a few blocks of running frantically and tripping several times, a light flickering on overhead startled me. It was getting dark out and the street lamps overhead illuminated the abandoned streets. You'd think I would feel safer now that there were lights on, but truthfully I was scared more than ever.

After seeing him drain that man of all his blood, I ran in the direction of where I came from, but I couldn't remember the exact route back to the restaurant and the vette. He had taken so many twists and turns… up, down, across, and over streets.

I couldn't recall the way back to the heart of the port.

I was lost.

Utterly and completely lost, and probably with no hope of being found. I had tripped numerous times on my excursion, and my palms where caked with dry blood and the cuts on my knees had bled through my jeans. I was a mess roaming the streets of the Port, defenseless if attacked. I was bruised and broken from my encounter with death and I just wanted to be safe and sound at Charlie's.

But that fantasy probably wouldn't happen for a while… I was in more trouble that I knew.

AN: So… can anyone guess who the vampire is??

What will happen next to Bella… could this be the end??

Duh duh duh duh! I guess you'll just have to review telling me if you know the answers (he he) :)

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