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I never knew that my anger would take over my life. After finding out Amy and her lover ran off to Mexico with Ryan and his soon to be wife, I couldn't think of anything else but killing. All I wanted to do was kill every man who chose to walk down the same alley as me, who chose to talk to me, or even looked at me. I did this because maybe, just maybe, he was a rapist in the making and I could eliminate the odds of another woman suffering what I had to endure.

I guess in a way, this was my way of paying it forward.

Until one night…

I wondered down a dark alley, letting my fingers slowly graze the bricks as I let the night breeze caress my skin.

"Omi?" a male called out into the night. "Omi, is that you?"

I stopped suddenly as I turned around. "Are you calling me?" I asked, sort of shocked.

"What are you doing here? I thought you died?"

How did he know…

"How do I know you?" I asked him, skeptical that this was someone familiar.

Be careful. This could be a hook.

Suddenly, he began jogging towards me but stopped a few feet away.

Be careful, he's a big guy. I mentally warned myself.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were someone I once knew." he said almost breathlessly.

Fucking liar.

I grinned at him, stepping closer. "Do you normally go up to women in dark alleys claiming they were someone you knew?" I asked him in an icy tone.

"No." he said, taking a step back.

"Why don't I believe you?" I asked him bitterly, closing the gap between us in seconds.

He reeks of liquor. I noted as I inhaled his scent.

"Listen, I'm drunk, I was just going to-"

"Was going to what? Rape me? Is that it?" I shook my head. "It's a shame actually, you're kind of cute too." I said, now gripping his arms.

"Before you drain me, could you at least give me something?" he asked hesitantly.

Oh my, he is a smart boy.

"Depends."

Or very stupid.

"I want to at least know the name of my killer."

How amusing.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Lily."

Without another thought, I bit into his neck faster than he could blink. But the taste of his blood on my tongue was different. He wasn't anything like I ever tasted before. The only thing that came to mind when I drank from his was a grilled burger.

Seconds later, he gripped my hair, which I wasn't anticipating, and he yanked me off of him with strength as equal if not greater than mine.

He's a strong fucker. I thought as I struggled trying to latch back onto him.

Then before I knew it, he tossed me into the brick wall as if he was tossing the core of an apple.

What the fuck?

I quickly got up, disappearing into the shadows. I had one advantage on him and that was the night.

Hopefully.

I circled him, jumping from one shadow to the other as I tried to think what my next move was going to be. I could smell his blood now in the air.

His 'grilled burger' flavor blood.

He padded his pants and stopped to pull out his cell phone.

Calling for help?

"You're a tricky little punk aren't you?" I whispered from the shadows. "What are you?"

"What's your damage woman?" he groaned as he turned around.

He has heightened hearing…interesting.

I circled him again as I laughed, "Damage? What makes you think I'm a damaged woman?"

"You prey on the men who just so happen to be walking down the same alley as you."

Close…

"No, I prey on the men who prey on vulnerable women like me." I corrected.

More like the woman who I use to be. I thought to myself as I pounced on him from behind.

But he anticipated that move and turned in my direction swiftly, gripping me by my throat, crushing it. For a moment I was paralyzed.

Shit…

Suddenly, within his hands ignited flames, burning my skin, bringing me back rudely.

What the fuck is he?

I screamed in horror as the pain escalated and began kicking him. A moment later, the burnt skin around my neck crusted as the weight of my body peeled off that damaged layer. I knew that this was going to be even more painful but I had only one option left. Without another thought, I squirmed out from his grasp, leaving behind the burnt layer of skin as I disappeared back into the shadows.

Fuck! What am I going to do now? I thought angrily as I reached up to feel my raw neck. Oh I am going to get his big fucking ass!

"You're going to pay for that!" I hissed from within the shadows.

I knew that he was growing weaker with every moment as he bled out from his neck wound. It was only a matter of time before the effects kicked in.

Wait for it…

Then just like clockwork, he closed his eyes. I knew this was my chance and without further hesitation, I tackled him. I bit into his neck and fed from him angrily as I tore away his flesh.

I thought he was gone until out of nowhere he whispered, "Naomi…" he paused. "…I'm coming home."

Seconds afterwards a light breeze brought a scent that I hadn't smelt in months. My head shot up as I glanced behind me.

Bella…

I began running down the alley and turned the corner, just passing her. I couldn't believe that for once, the odds had shifted in my favor.

"Hello?" she called out into the alley as she walked further in.

I stayed in the shadows, keeping my distance as I watched her.

"Are you…alive?" she asked the nearly dead guy, getting closer to his body.

Suddenly, from the dark, next to a pile of trash bags, a phone began ringing.

His phone.

I could see that she was hesitant but after a second, she ran towards it, answering it on the third ring.

"Hello?"

From the other line, I could hear a very familiar voice. "Isabelle? Is that you?"

Bella turned her head to the side, "Juliette?"

How the hell does Juliette know him?

I heard Juliette laugh, soft and sweet. "Well who do you think it is? You left me a message earlier. Where are y-"

Before Juliette could finish her question, Bella dropped the phone and ran to the body.

"Cristiano, hey, stay with me." she said loudly as she placed his head on her lap.

Well I'll be damned, she knows this fucker too. I thought slightly irritated. Could Juliette had hired Bella a bodyguard?

She quickly checked for a pulse. Seconds later, she placed her ear towards his mouth. Then she began inspecting his body, lifting his shirt.

"Juliette! Listen to me! Call an ambulance!" she screamed as she yelled out the address.

No, her reaction is a little too personal for him being just a bodyguard. I grinned widely. Was this her man? Her new man?

"What the hell did you do?" she asked him. "Shit!" she shrieked a moment later, pressing a hand over his neck wound. "This is just great."

Without further hesitation, she quickly slipped off the sweater she was wearing, pressing it to his wound.

She must care for the man. I concluded after observing.

"Cristiano, you stay with me! Don't you dare leave me here alone!" she screamed, clearly panicking.

I stepped out into the light but saw her flinch. Before she turned around, I ducked back into the shadows.

"Listen, whoever you are, you better not come any closer. Help is on the way. So I suggest you leave." she yelled out to me. "And I'm pretty sure you're a vampire, so if you know any better then you would know that sunrise is in about an hour, maybe less." she warned me. "Cristiano, hold on for me, okay?" she whispered as she turned back to him.

Oh Ryan…you're in for one hell of a treat. I thought to myself as I ran off into the night, my laughter haunting the empty streets. Two birds, one stone.