Okay, so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling errors, I've got no beta, nor is English my first language ;)

Summary: Bella moves to Forks, in search of some more hunting action. There she meets the Cullens, and her whole perspective of Downworlders is about to be changed.

May not sound so exciting, but maybe exciting enough, otherwise you wouldn't be reading this… ^^ just give it a try

Disclaimer: I don't own anything…. But I guess you already knew that ^^

Chapter 1; Decision

"Are you ready, hon?" my mom called from downstairs.

Yeah, my mom, Renée, or as much of a mom you could call her… With her erratic behavior and being in denial of being too old for some things, it's pretty much me, taking care of my 'mom'. It's been that way ever since I was old enough to cook and clean, really. It doesn't bother me, though. She is still a friend, one of the best.

"Come on, we don't have all day!"

"Coming…!"

My mom decided we should go do something 'exciting'. Note the sarcasm… She may be my best friend and all, but she is a very slow learner. Even now after two broken bones and uncountable sprained ankles and wrists she still wants me to join her on her 'exciting' plans. For her they were exciting, for me they were more like suicide missions, though, apparently she still hasn't quite grasped that fact yet.

After putting on my grey skinny jeans, a cute dark blue tank top and my black converse, I stumbled down the stairs, towards my mom and her new husband, Phil. Phil is a minor league baseball player, trying to make it. Wasn't quite working yet, but well, you don't hear me complaining. He is a lot on the road as it is, and so my mom misses him enough, as it is… yeah, not very practical. I was already planning to go live with my actual dad, Charlie for the rest of my high school years, in Forks. At least there I would be able to go out at night, to hunt.

"Bella, finally. You will absolutely love this trip!" mom practically squealed at me, while Phil had an arm around her waist and smiled a little awkwardly. He wasn't a very big fan of these plans, either.

"How are you trying to kill me this time, Mom. Last time, bungee jumping, I almost broke my neck!"

"Oh, stop being so dramatic, you only sprained your ankle from tripping over the ledge"

Sighing I walked towards the car, I wasn't going to win this argument, not when she was this excited.

Getting back to my inner musings, hunting, I strapped myself in to my seat belt. Here in Phoenix there weren't much problems with the supernatural. So there were very little opportunities for me to go hunting. At night I transformed into, well, pretty much the exact opposite of how I was during the day. I'm a Night Huntress. During the night, I hunt vampires, werewolves, fairies, whatever supernatural being that has been causing trouble. It's been a few months since I've been able to go out and I was starting to feel itchy for a good hunt.

Mom and Phil don't know about me being a Night Huntress. They would never know, though I felt like they've done their duty. Mom, or Renée, isn't really my mom. Every century or so, I had to find a 'family' so I can live somewhere safely. You just temper with their memories, add a few of my 'childhood' with them and ta da…

I was shaken from my musings when the car jolted to a halt. Apparently we were at our destination. As I looked through the window, out of the car, all I saw was waste land. We were in the fucking middle of nowhere. Hearing car doors slam, I took the hint and got out.

"Mom, where are we?" I asked, my voice full of disbelieve. If she wanted a picnic she could've picked better places.

"Uhm, I think I forgot the exact location…"

Well, that was typical for my mom, anyway. As I surveyed the area around us, a habit I had from my hunting, all I could see was yellow/brown sand or dirt. Thank God it was a rare cloudy day today, or we would've been fried. No sign of any living thing, other than us, around, that's for sure. Mom must've seen the look on my face, because she assured me there was someone coming for us. I didn't really know if that actually calmed my nerves.

After a few minutes we could hear some sort of helicopter or airplane. Apparently that was what we were waiting for, as my mom started bouncing on her feet. It appeared to be a small airplane and we were supposed to just 'hop on'.

"Mom. You are not expecting me to go jump out of the plane, are you?" I asked. Much to my dismay, the look on her face told me she did. Thank Jupiter, we had to wait about an hour, before our pilot would arrive. The one that flew the plane down here was just a trainee, so he wasn't allowed to make this trip we would be making. Maybe, just maybe I could still get out of this.

About an hour later, with a lot of nagging, pleading and reasoning our pilot had arrived and I had made no progress. I was going to jump out of a plane today. Sky diving. My mom really wanted me dead or something. Phil on the other hand, I had been able to persuade a bit. If I survived this, next time we would go out, we would go to the park nearby. There was a small lake to the side of the park where we would go swimming. It wasn't what I had hoped for, but at least I had gotten something for doing this.

Just as this agreement had been made, our pilot, Miss C. van der Lee, cleared her throat, probably to introduce herself. My eyes immediately darted towards the sound and it took every ounce of control I had not to scream. As my eyes raked up and down her body, I could feel myself tense up. This was so not happening, not right now, not here. Yet I could see those boots, black, heeled boots at that, her skinny jeans. A jacket, of course, her strong broad shoulders, painfully obvious in them. Her neck was slim and elegant, her high cheekbones stood out as usual. Her perfect dirty blond hair was pulled back in a pony tail at the nape of her neck. But all I could look at were her eyes. They had starred in my nightmares ever since my first hunt, those mischievous, dangerous, evil, blood red eyes. Her eyes showed she had only recently hunted. My hand automatically flew to my dagger, at the waistband of my jeans. Before I actually took it out, I remembered Phil and Renée. She wasn't going to try something this instant. She was just there, to give the message they were back and this time they were prepared.

Christine van der Lee was and is the head of a vampiric organization, ''. She collects 'traditional' vampires, who are willing to help her seek out Night Huntresses or Hunters and even Shadowhunters. On my first hunt out in this 'life' with Renée and Phil, I had run into them when they were busy 'working' on a Hunter. Yes, I had saved this Hunter, but I'd gotten a promise from the '' too. They would be back for me and apparently they were now…

It would seem that I really would be going to Charlie. There's no way I could go up against them, they have ancient vampires who has strengthened with age. It's impossible for me to defeat them, so I would be getting out of here as soon as possible. Phil and Renée obviously were oblivious to my distress as they pushed me onto the plane before boarding themselves. Renée kept trying to convince me sky diving wouldn't be so bad. Once we were at the right altitude we were getting prepared by Christine's sidekick. He gave us the harnesses and instructed as to how to use them. We wouldn't be diving alone, seeing it was our first time and hopefully my last. There were three experienced divers with us, we would be coupled up with them. Thank Jupiter they were human.

Sky diving wasn't the worst my mom had ever thought of, but it most definitely did NOT count as 'not so bad'. After screaming my lungs out when 'my' dude jumped with me, I had to endure the view of the earth coming closer and closer and closer and closer… the only benefit was that I could finally leave the plane. Though I wouldn't have had THAT problem if I hadn't been pushed on the plane in the first place. no, I wasn't quite happy with Renée right now.

After skydiving Phil immediately drove us back home, where we ordered some pizza. Damn, it had actually tired me out.Hmm, tomorrow I should mention to Renée, that I'd be going to Charlie during the summer and stay there for the rest of my high school years. Yeah, I can hear her protests and cries already…

That night sleep came to me quickly, but it wasn't very pleasant. I dreamed of rain, clouds and lots or red. Blood, flesh and red eyes.

I awoke earlier then I normally would've, but the restless sleep I'd had was wearing me down a bit. Seeing no chance to go back to sleep I hopped out of bed, grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a short sleeved, V-neck t-shirt and headed for the bathroom. Phil and Renée would be up soon too, so I took a quick shower and headed downstairs to make some breakfast. Much to my surprise, when I came downstairs breakfast was ready, Phil and Renée already chatting happily around the table.

"You guys are awfully happy at such an ungodly hour…" I mumbled to them. It was bloody 5:30 a.m.

"We couldn't really sleep last night, so we stayed up" she explained, not like it actually explained much. You don't sleep all night and then you're suddenly very chipper in the morning, yeah, sure… Phil must've picked up on my inner musings as he explained to me they'd had a lot of coffee, and some coffee liquor during the night. So Renée was still a little tipsy. Well that at least gave me the perfect opportunity to notify them of my plans.

"Mom, Phil, I've got something to tell you guys" I said. They both turned their heads, watching me, letting me know I had their full attention. "I've been thinking, Phil is away a lot, and so you miss him a lot, Mom. I haven't seen Charlie in ages and I think I'm starting to miss the color green. I'm going to Charlie this summer and …"

"That's a great idea" Renée cut me off, but I wasn't done yet.

"Mom, let me finish. So I'm not only going to spend my summer there, but also my last years of high school."

My statement was met with silence and big watering eyes. I knew Renée would miss me, but she needed the time with Phil and even though I detested the color green, I did kind of miss Charlie. He was the kind of guy I liked. He was so much like me it was kind of freaky. Quiet, but perceptive. Not so much of an emotional guy, but I didn't need him to get all emotional on me, it would ruin my make-up, I thought chuckling at that last statement.

"Are you sure?" came the reply from Renée. I could see she was trying to hold back her tears, but she wasn't quite succeeding. Tears rolled down her cheeks as if I just slapped her in the face and told her I hated her or something like that.

"Yes, Mom, I should really spend some time with Charlie. Besides you should be able to spend more time with Phil. Who knows maybe I'll even learn something about wet green places I didn't know yet. I'll learn to survival…" it was an attempt to make her laugh and thank Jupiter it worked. She smiled and laughed through her tears and they both agreed that it would be a good idea. Now all I had to do was to get some herbs, make them some tea to keep them safe from '' and then I'd be free to leave. Finding these herbs was a lot harder then I had originally thought. Not only were they expensive, they were also very rare to find around here. Before I even realized it, it had been two weeks. No sign yet of Christine or any of the others, but that only put me more on edge. I had gone out every night, to see if I could find any signs of them, but there were none. At least I could finally wear my gear again. I finally had the herb I had been chasing for days, now I only needed one more. Though for best protection, I'd had to have it as fresh as possible. Which would give me a problem since I'd need fairies for it. Well, I suppose they could make it without the protection. It's not like they'll be targeted, that's not how Christine works. The flight had been booked by now, the day after tomorrow I'd be headed to the greenest, wettest place on earth. Forks, Washington.

The next morning during breakfast Phil seemed to be a little nervous, like he wanted to tell or ask something but he didn't know how.

"Just spit it out, Phil."

"Well, you haven't gotten your 'reward' for sky diving. I was thinking maybe we could, today, go to the park to go swimming."

Oh my Jupiter, I had totally forgotten about that. I felt myself blush at the realization and agreed that we should do that today. After washing the dishes I ran up stairs to throw on my red two-piece and over that a black skirt that flowed to my knees, and a cute red halter top. I threw on some white flats as I came downstairs. Phil and Renée hadn't done nothing, either. A picnic basket was ready on our dining table and they both had changed in to something more 'swimming appropriate'. The park was at walking distance from our house, so we started our walk there. Usually the noises of morning traffic and other passengers would be heard, but it was a rare silent morning.

To Phil and Renée it was a rare peaceful morning, but to me it just felt wrong. You couldn't hear a bird, no wind rustling through the trees, it was just wrong. When we got to the park I was already on edge, so when Phil bumped into me, to get me out of my inner musings, I screamed and jumped a few feet into the air, which in turn caused them to double over in laughter. Apparently we had arrived at the heart of the park, at the path that led to the miniature lake.

As I looked at the path, I could already see the lake, I could feel things turn just a little colder. Not so significantly that anyone would notice, but it was there. Like someone trying to give you what you desire most, but with a devilish evil twist. You get to take three steps forward and get knocked back five. There's only one kind of creature that likes to play that way, who are born to be that way; fairies. This was bad, very bad. As if sensing my sudden change in mood, Phil and Renée suggested to just walk the park for a while. I agreed halfheartedly, I'd preferred to get the hell out of the park, but I couldn't do that to Phil. That would mean I rejected his consolation price, I wouldn't do that on our last day together, cause that's what is was. I would probably never see them again after I took my flight. They would move on, as would I.

The park was beautiful late spring, early summer, as it was now. I could feel myself calming down, as we strolled along the trees. Fairies weren't so bad, for as far as I've noticed, they hadn't made any trouble for quite some time. I still didn't want neither Phil nor Renée around any fairies, they wouldn't know of all the traps they set up and fall for them, that would be disastrous. But there was no reason to worry over it, as they usually move on to the next place after a day.

Later that day, after we ate dinner, I decided to go for another walk in the park. At night it always seemed so magical, I didn't want to leave without seeing it once more. To most ordinary humans it looks and feels frightening, though for me it was rather soothing. The dark created cover, protection. The air still felt a little cooler than it should. The fairies hadn't moved on yet, maybe they were gathering. The sound of a tree branch cracking behind me, made me look, but I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Then the leaves over my head rustled, something was moving through the trees. I started scanning through all the bushes, along the trees, to see if I could see anything. Something suddenly jumped over my head, from tree to tree, my hunting reflexes gave me the chance to see what it was that was moving among the trees. A brown flash was all I saw, a squirrel.

Had I just seriously made myself paranoid over a squirrel, I mean, what else could it be. As I walked further into the park, I came across the path that led to the miniature lake. It was where I had sensed the fairies earlier. Even though I loved hunting, I didn't want to spend my last night here, dealing with the supernatural. I purposely walked past the path, to the little playground that had recently been added to the park.

As I came closer to the playground I started to feel more and more uneasy, maybe I WAS just going paranoid. More rustling was heard, this time on both sides of me, in the bushes, through the trees. I could feel them now, sense them. They were with so many, this was no gathering, this was not normal. When I got to the playground, the sight before me was one of true magic, though terrifying. It seemed as though every fairy had gathered, they all had a clolred glow to them, together they illuminated the whole playground. As much as I wanted to admire the beauty of it all, the fairies were there for a reason and they were making it quite clear I was a part of it.

I ran, ran from the park, from the playground. I HAD to get home, I had to get away from the fairies. I could hear them hot on my heels, trying to get me, but I was just a little faster than they were. When I got home, I ran up the stairs, grabbed my herbs and protected Renée, Phil and the house, at least they would be safe. I had gotten my last herb from them, though they wanted one more thing. A lot more then I could ever give willingly. At least tomorrow this wouldn't be my problem anymore. Another Night Huntress would take over the area as I would be on a plane, to quiet, peaceful, green, wet Forks. And with that last thought I fell into a dreamless sleep.

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