"No, I only want one stamp. I don't need a fucking roll of them." I said to the woman behind the counter.

"We don't- we're not supposed to-"

"I need one envelope, one stamp, one piece of paper, and one pen. So what's the fucking hold up?" I slapped a five dollar bill onto the counter, causing her to flinch. "This should cover it." She put the money in the register and disappeared into the many aisles. I played with my lighter, waiting. Three minutes later she came back with everything but the stamp. I gave her a questioning look and she quickly went back behind the counter.

"The stamps are back here." She mumbled before pulling out a roll of them and tearing one off. "Here you go, sir." I took the items from her.

"Is there a mailbox around here?" I said while putting the stamp in the top right corner. Interesting. They were stickers now instead of the adhesive that was activated by water.

"There's one just outside of the store, sir." I nodded mutely while writing the letter.

Peter,

Contact me.

I didn't leave my name or number. He'd recognize my handwriting and know how to get in touch, assuming he's still alive.

I light up a cigarette after closing the envelope and leaving the pen on the counter. One of the women in the store glared at me and I glared right back. She quickly looked away. The mailbox was easy to find. The whole task took under ten minutes.

"Fuck." I mumbled to myself. When I was with Bella the time passed quickly, but now that I'm alone it's moving at a snail's pace. Hopefully hunting down that piece of shit that was looking at Bella at the restaurant would take up a good portion of the day. I normally didn't hunt during the day, but I was eager to scout out Bella's town. I suppose I could break my self-imposed rule.

I started at the restaurant I had seen him at originally. I tracked him a few blocks away, but his scent disappeared. He probably got into a car. I thought back to all the time I had spent in this city, trying to remember if I had ran across his scent before.

Three minutes later I realized I smelled him once in the same neighborhood I killed my… was she my last victim? Or second to last? It didn't matter.

I hated hunting the same grounds. It was risky and could draw the eye of the Volturi, but I really wanted to kill him.

It took me a while to find his scent again. It was faint, but lead to only one place, a cookie-cutter house. There was only one person inside though, a female. She was in the front of the house, working out to some video of a man screaming at her to 'give me two more'. Humans are so fucking weird.

The back door was unlocked. My prey's scent was slightly stronger, but at least three days old. I glanced around and found a framed photo of a family. He wasn't in it. I cracked the door to the room the woman was in. She was one of the people in the photo.

I followed his scent upstairs and to a bedroom. Three scents were on the bed, so either the woman was cheating or the three of them were kinky. I was leaning to the former.

Where to go from here? Hmm, there was a cell phone in the room with the woman in it. I went back down the stairs, but one of them creaked. She paused in her work out, a small amount of fear coming to life inside of her. I used my gift to ease her feelings. She went back to working out.

I went back outside and to the front door. I rang the bell and I heard her curse, evidently unhappy about being interrupted. I ran back behind the house and into the room she just vacated, grabbing her phone. I increased her irritation, until it was a full blown fury, making her run outside, looking for whoever rang the bell. The phone had some sort of locking mechanism, but the greasy smears on the screen made it easy to figure out the password. I scrolled through her various texts. I was lucky. They had already decided to meet up tonight since her husband had a business dinner he needed to attend.

They weren't set to meet for another three hours. I decided to wait in the backyard of the house. It had a nice hammock and I doubted anyone was going to look back here without provocation. Besides, it was clear that none of the residence were gardeners. The whole backyard looked like shit.

I smoked my last cigarette. Fuck, should have known to pick up more when I was at that store, I don't think they sold them there though.

I kept glancing at my phone, waiting for Bella to call me. I smoked my cigarette down to the filter before flicking it into a murky bird bath.

I crushed all thoughts that were circulating in my head, keeping my senses open for only three things: the time, anyone's approach, and the feel of my phone- waiting for it to buzz to life.

I didn't let myself worry as two hours passed by. If something was wrong there was nothing I could do from all the way down here. Another half an hour passed and I finally caved, sending her a text message to see if she had made it back to her town. Not even a minute later she responded that she had, but her phone had died and she had forgotten to call me. I didn't respond, annoyed with both myself and her.

I got out of the hammock. This house was in a cul-de-sac, creating a choke point so I could get to my prey before he got to his lover's house. I waited in the shadow of a house. A minute later he was driving up. I scanned the area, no witnesses. My prey's car was unlocked. Perfect.

Right as he passed my position I made my move, opening the passenger's side door, getting in, hitting him in the back of the head, and pushing the breaks- all in one motion. I parked the car before going to the driver's side and pushing him over so I could drive. He was completely knocked out.

I pulled the car into a driveway before turning it around, destination fifty miles outside of Forks, just outside of the no-kill area I established.