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Summary: Takes place after Edward leaves. Isabella Swan is the baddest bitch around - not to mention the only active Vampire Slayer in the state of Washington. Izzy Swan's life is flipped on it's head when she receives a call from her Job Coordinator, Tanner Scrubb. Read as Izzy kicks some blood -sucker ass and faces her haunting past.

Preface: The First Hunt

Kicks and punches her thrown my way. I couldn't help but enjoy it, though. My first time killing one of these bitches and I was absolutely loving it.

I kicked the buff blonde vamp in front of me in the stomach. It went flying and crashed through a wall. He walked back through the gaping hole, shaking drywall off his clothes and out of his spiky hair. Vampy tried to growl menacingly and failed miserably, advancing on me.

I took the chance of his open walking stance and pounced like a feline. He tried shaking me off, but I held tight.

Finally, he twisted the wrong way and I got my hands latched onto the sides of his head. I jerked my hands, and with a sickening screech, like tearing metal, his head came off and was dropped to the side.

Vampy's body was nearly unresponsive, so I made quick work of it. Vampy's remains, along with the house, was burned to the ground in a wild inferno. Not even the steadily pouring rain could put the crazy flames out.

When I was a sufficient distance down the highway in my car, I pulled my phone out the inside pocket of my tan trench coat and pressed the three button.

The baritone voice of my favorite wheelchair guy answered with his customary grunt.

"Hey, Tanner. I got him," I said brightly.

"Good… Good. Anything I'll be needin' to patch up when ya get back here to HQ?" His heavy southern accent always made me smile.

"Nope. Hyper-healing took care of everything a few minutes ago!" I exclaimed, glancing down at the pinkish discoloration of the nearly completely healed gash on the hand grasping the steering wheel of my baby. A Bugatti Veyron.

"Awright-y, then. I'll be seein' ya in a bit. Bye."

"Bye!" I pressed the end button, then hooked my phone up to the stereo, putting it on Sum41.

The hour car ride back from Seattle was filled with music.

Headquarters was in Forks, out in the woods on the Quileute Reservation. It had been in Seattle previous to my being hired, but I demanded that it move to Forks so I could stay close to Charlie.

When I arrived, Tanner was sitting out front in his wheelchair, wearing his regular shit-eating smirk.

"So. How was your first kill?" he asked. I could tell that he was unbelievably excited.

"Awesome," I said, clapping my hand against his raised one as I walked past.

Tanner followed behind me, silent. When I turned around to look at him, I lost myself to my girl side. I jumped up and down, my combat boots hitting the hardwood of the floor with a slap.

"Oh, my gosh, it was so great! The adrenaline was amazing!" I squealed in excitement. Tanner just laughed and rolled past me, into his lab.

It wasn't really a lab, more of a study, really. It had at least five computers, tons of shelves filled with books and only a few jars with weird vamp stuff in them. It also had at least three phones hooked up.

I was about to turn and go find a comfy sofa in the lobby to crash on, but was stopped short when whhelchair guy called my name.

"Izzy! Get in here! We got more leeches to find and kill, sugar!"

I let out a sigh, grumbling. "I wanted to relax… Stupid Tanner and his work-a-holic-ness…"

"I heard that! Now get your little ass in here, damn it!"

I let out another sigh, then walked back to Tanner's Lab. I hated researching with him…

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