As soon as the human enters the building I teleported behind one of mirrors. As well as hiding me from the inhabitants of the room, the space also allowed me to have an excellent view of the entire arena. After all, the abundance of mirrors made it so that every action would be captured at multiple angles.

As fate would have it, the ballet studio looked exactly as the pixie had drawn it in the hotel room: a large room with tall ceilings, a massive arch and a stupid amount of pillars (what on earth are the point of them except to make the room look expensive?). I already knew that the acoustics would be amazing, allowing me to easily hear every little sound either of them make. I would also easily be able to see the entrance of the Cullen coven, and thus the look of despair upon the faces of those who liked the pathetic thing. Whether I would enjoy the death of the girl or the heartbreak of the puppy more, I did not know. But I did know that both would be a pleasure to behold.

The tracker had certainly chosen his location well.

I could sense that James had also positioned himself in an area of the room that would hide him from the human until the time was right. Everything was happening as perfectly as I had envisioned, and it made my anticipation for the screams even stronger. After all, part of the fun is the dramatic irony of the whole ordeal; knowing what would happen even as the hopeless female walks into the lion's den. Willing myself to be as still as inhumanly possible, I waited for the events to being to unfold.

At first all the girl did was stand there, lost as to where to look first. I could still see the idiotic determination to save her mother on her face, but there was an element of hesitation, almost as if she could sense the danger of the situation. It is of course perfectly normal that she would notice the den as being so, since prey often get an inkling of what the future holds before meeting the predator. But I had previously assumed, with her lack of self-preservation skills, that she would be unable to understand the danger. Perhaps I had underestimated her humanity.

Or perhaps she was just preparing herself for inevitable death. In which case I would not be the least bit surprised.

After slowly walking forward, the screams of her mother calling "Bella" propelled her into a run as she approached the closet. Without any concern as to where the vampire was lurking (once again displaying a complete lack of anything regarding common sense) she seizes the handles and thrusts the doors open. In it she finds exactly what she did not expect: a recording of an event from the past. The moment of realisation on her face is priceless, and the regret she then felt for getting herself into such an absurd situation is equally so. I smirked with glee, knowing what was coming next.

The evil laughter of the tracker did not disappoint.

While letting his prey understand its circumstance, he began to butter up the fear. "That's my favourite part. You're a stubborn child, weren't you? Hmm?" As he talks he stalks over to Bella, touching her face as he mockingly praises her cowardice. I knew from experience how warm humans feel, and how loud the sound of the blood racing through the heart can be. The heart of a human is a beacon of truth to those who have the hearing to listen: the speeds of the heartbeats telling. It was obvious that James loved to play with his food. Yet I understood him, as after a while the thrill of the kill disappears, and it takes more effort to make a meal worthwhile. As a tracker, this vampire loves a good chase, and I could tell that he was unwilling to let this one end so soon. Not that I blame him, for I wanted to see the pet suffer.

When the human dumbly remarks "She's not here" the tracker pushes her hard against the wall, smelling her neck to inhale the intoxicating scent. Although I was anxious to hear the pitiful screams of the human I have come to despise, I knew that the wait would be worth it. After all, the shock of the situation would only become worse as time passes, making her all the more likely to react to the violence that was coming.

Smiling at the effect he was having on her, the tracker sarcastically tells her sorry before beginning his tirade. "Yea, but you really made it too easy. So, to make things more entertaining, I'm going to make a little film about our time together." Showing the human the camera he had been holding while stroking her cheeks and neck, I had to admit to myself that recording the events would make the ordeal even more satisfying, as then the puppy would not only see the dead body but also know intimately all of the terrible things James had done to her. My smirk only drew wider, even if I was beginning to become impatient at the lack of broken limbs.

After pulling out the camera, the bloodsucker continues. "I brought this from your house, hope you don't mind." The sinister smile was back in full force as he was able to feel just how afraid she was truly becoming. Although I had to wonder if some of the fear revolved around the pain Edward would feel rather than her own demise. Pathetically selfless as usual. "And… action. Oh, that will break Edwards little heart." I wholeheartedly agreed. It was not every day that a demon and a vampire actually managed to understand one another, but I was entirely with James in this instance. The more she suffered the more I grew satisfied. I knew she would not take the torment without a fight, but even I was disappointed at how feeble her protests against the inclusion of the puppy were. As the vampire continued to rile her up, I wondered what idiotic attempt Bella would make to get out of his hold. After all, I knew her to be, as James loved to say, stubborn.

Turns out it was pepper spray.

After squirting the liquid onto the face of her would-be killer, the girl runs. She actually attempted to outrun a vampire. Granted she had little other choice, but still the utter stupidity actually took me off guard for a millisecond. After all, one would expect the prey to at least have the decency to use an ounce of common sense. There are no words in the English language that could even begin to express my disbelief. It seems that that was true for the vampire as well, as he responded with a large sigh before chasing after her.

It took him all of a second to catch up, jumping after her and throwing her across the room.

Needless to say her fragile skull was not happy about the impact.

Unfortunately for me at that moment, I had forgotten my hunger in the thrill of the chase. And having the human actively bleeding in close vicinity was not helping me stay in control. After all, my last meal was more than a week ago, and I had been spending countless hours surrounded by my prey in the days that followed. The three school students beforehand had been mildly satisfying at best, serving only to stop me from attacking the vampires in that instance. Not to mention the fact that the last time I had tasted vampire was at least a couple of months beforehand. Basically it was taking quite a bit of effort on my part not to attack the very two I was watching. Not because I would regret the deaths (any bloodsucker that kicks the bucket is a good bloodsucker), but because I wanted to watch the girl continue to suffer.

After watching the human attempt to sit up with the blaring headache she was surely having, I suddenly realised that I could make both of them suffer myself. After all, I am the top of the food chain. And the fact that Edward was currently racing to save his 'beloved' means that James would run out of time to kill her. It was down to me.

So, I decided to let my hunger consume me, losing the human mask and allowing my true form to show.

With a sinister smile that would make many a vampire cower in fear, I pounced.

Hard.