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BETWEEN THE DEVIL AND THE DEEP BLUE SEA *

Is there anyone around who cannot see It's the well known runaround you're givin' me I suppose you'll tell me I'm all wrong It's a bitter pill to take, coming from you Though I've made a big mistake, what can I do I don't know what makes me string along... I don't want you But I hate to lose you You've got me in between The devil and the deep blue sea I forgive you 'Cause I can't forget you You've got me in between The devil and the deep blue sea I ought to cross you off my list But when you come knockin' at my door Fate seems to give my heart a twist I come runnin, back for more I should hate you But I guess I love you You've got me in between The devil and the deep blue sea 'Cause I should hate you But I guess I love you You've got me in between The devil and the deep blue sea

*(Music: Harold Arlen / Lyrics: Ted Koehler) Cab Calloway & His Orch. - 1931

As recorded by LEE WILEY

1 a.m., Tuesday, January 6th 1931. Moshannon State Forest Pennsylvania.

Carlisle decided hunting would be best at night to avoid any hunters or game wardens.

The three vampires could run and hunt through the night easily. Their vampire eyes could see in the dark as if it were day. The winter snow on the trees and the forest floor gave off a glow in the moonlight. He caught the scent of white tail deer. Esme had already found a coyote and went off for the kill.

Edward preferred mountain lion but they hadn't roamed Pennsylvania since the 1870's so he was going to settle on the white tail deer instead. They quietly approached the herd of bedded deer. Both vampires enjoyed the chase and there was no pleasure in feeding off sleeping animals. Carlisle watched as Edward raised a branch and looked to him for a signal. Carlisle nodded his head and Edward loudly snapped the large tree branch; which alerted the herd. The hunt was on as the herd scattered and each vampire gracefully pursued their prey. Carlisle caught a large Buck, his teeth cut effortlessly through the neck of the stag. His lips latched on the beast's neck surrounding the flow of warm blood as it flowed down his throat. His thirst satisfied as he finished draining his prey.

Carlisle looked up from his kill to see Esme peering down at him from a tree. Her expression was shamelessly appreciative as she gazed at his crouching form.
"This untamed look suits you". She said as she smiled flirtatiously.

"The voracious look is very appealing on you my love." He responded.

He caught her as she jumped from the tree into his arms, kissing her passionately as they fell to the ground.

Edward chased the herd of deer four miles down stream; he pounced on a doe draining it quickly. He hid his kill and continued on his hunt, purposely keeping a distance from Carlisle and Esme to give them some privacy. He also wanted to be alone with his own thoughts; time alone without the intrusion of others was to be savored. He stopped suddenly as he crossed an unfamiliar scent; it smelled like mountain lion combined with something else he couldn't quite place. He tracked the strange scent for almost and hour without finding the owner. He reached his mind out but could 'hear' no thoughts but his mindreading power could detect a weird static and buzzing he tried following the voiceless mind but that faded too. Edward had been so preoccupied that he hadn't noticed something was behind him.

A black bear came growling out of the brush towards Edward, it had been hunting him.

He couldn't believe his luck as the bear took a swipe at him. He dodged and then attacked the bear bringing the animal down with no difficulty. He ripped into the bears throat drinking its warm blood brought him the relief he sought. He was almost finished when he heard noise coming up the trail he relaxed once he recognized Carlisle and Esme.

They stepped out of the tree line as Edward finished hiding the evidence of his kill.

"Edward the bear wasn't the only thing trailing you," Carlisle started "we came across the scent of another vampire."

Edward raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "Who ever he was didn't get close enough for me to read his mind."

"This vampire's scent was strange," Esme added, "like it was mixed with the scent of an animal, like a lion."

Edward proceeded to tell them of the scent that distracted him.

"Until we meet this vampire and confirm that their intent is not malignant," Carlisle spoke with concern, "I want us to stick together, no hunting alone."

"Should we keep tracking him tonight?" Edward asked.

"No he already seemed to backtrack you once tonight before he disappeared," Carlisle replied, "We can try again tomorrow night."

"Let's go home." Esme said as she started back towards the town.

"Race you!" Edward cried as he ran off high speed ahead of both of them.

"What part of stick together don't you understand Youngman?" Carlisle replied playfully as he and Esme chased after him.

"I'll try to keep my pace slow for you 'old' man," Edward laughed, "try to keep up!"

11 a.m., Wednesday, January 7th 1931. Clearfield Police Station.

Chief of Police Bart Hogan was holding a press conference in his office on the recently discovered murders. Due to the delicate nature of the crimes Mayor Caldwell and Andrew Ratcliffe President of the Clearfield Bank, were also in attendance.

Lieutenant Shaw, Officer VanBuskirk were flanked by Officers Haus and Dupper as they stood behind Chief Hogan. The police and city officials outnumbered the reporters since there were only three newspapers in town.

"On Friday January 2, 1931 five unidentified bodies were uncovered in a small cave beyond the old Clearfield railroad depot. All the decedents are male between Seventeen and Twenty-five years of age, cause of death dismemberment." Chief Hogan continued in a monotone voice, "Please do not confront any suspicious persons." Hogan cleared his throat, "the Police request that the public be alert and report any suspicious activities."

"We are following all leads and will keep the public updated."

Chief Hogan glanced at the three reporters and gruffly spoke, "Any questions?"

"Chief, any suspects or motive known?" asked John Rennie a reporter from "The Clearfield Progress".

"Not at this time." Replied Hogan. "We are asking the public to be aware of personal safety and take precautions."

"Hogan, couldn't these cases simply be isolated incidents of transient hobos just murdering one another?" asked Mayor Caldwell, "We don't want to panic the public for no reason."

"Agreed," we can not allow the public to be panicked unnecessarily, it's bad for business." Radcliffe interjected, "The murderer is probably long gone by hitching a ride on an outgoing freight train."

"Regardless of as of yet unproven theories," Chief Hogan said curtly, "we ask the public to remain calm and continue to take precautions." He finished the press conference by thanking the reporters. Mayor Caldwell and Mr. Ratcliffe glared at the chief as they let his office.