PART 1: TWILIGHT

Today two years of plans come to fruition. Today I will die. Today I can only hope to take my enemies with me. Today is my wedding. In the worst case scenario I need to protect my family and friends so I won't be using real names, but you can call me Bella Swan. The story I'm about to tell you is hard to believe but if I fail I'll need others to take up the hunt, so please believe me when I tell you that monsters are real. When I'm done though, I'll be what the monsters fear.

Let's start at the beginning. It all started my Junior year at a new high school in Washington. My father had convinced my mother to let me live with him after she met a new husband. It seems like a lifetime ago. Back then the only thing I cared about were cute boys and good books. That all changed when I met Him. I'll call him "Edward Cullen" because frankly using his real name disgusts me. I'll admit that for a moment when I first saw Edward I found him attractive, but of course, that's exactly what makes him so dangerous. Edward came from what appeared to be a large adopted family. His "brothers and sisters" were all impossibly attractive and largely kept to themselves and at first they seemed to avoid me.

That all changed one day in the parking lot. Just as I began to notice Edward staring at me from across the lot an out of control car nearly careened into me. In the space of a breath he had crossed the lot and effortlessly stopped the car with one hand. Before anyone could see he was gone again. My heart racing and my head swimming from the adrenaline I thought he had saved me. I know better now. Frankly I wouldn't put it past him to have orchestrated the whole event.

Later that same night I awoke to find Edward standing in my room watching me sleep. At first my brain refused to believe it, that I was simply dreaming and when I looked again he was gone. It was the most unsettled I had ever been in my entire life. Which is saying quite a lot considering that earlier that same day I had almost died.

He told me that I must have imagined it. Looking back I realize that line was perfectly practiced. He knew just what to say to make sure I wouldn't forget it. To make sure that I wouldn't give up. How many times had he done this before? How many times had he piqued his victim's curiosity just enough to make them think they were uncovering some great secret? To make them think they were trapping him as opposed to the other way around?

It worked.

I sought help from an old childhood friend "Jacob" and learned of a local legend. The legend of the Pale Men, monsters in human form, feasting on the blood of the innocent. Jacob chuckled at the old stories and muttered "Vampires" rolling his eyes. I laughed with him but I knew what I saw. I started seeking out any information I could on these old legends and it was on a trip to a bookstore specializing in the occult that I had my next run in with Edward. I was leaving frustrated having hit yet another dead end when I was accosted in the parking lot by several thuggish men. Edward came swooping in out of nowhere, almost running over the men in his car and commanding me to get in. It was here that I realized he was behind everything. Looking back I wonder if he hadn't been so blatant about everything if his plan might have worked. A mysterious savior coming in at the last second twice in a row and both times being from an out of place danger in a parking lot. There was no reason for any car to be moving as fast as it did in a school parking lot the other day and now there were suddenly half a dozen "dangerous" men in a well lit area outside of an occult bookstore. Those poor souls were just pawns in his sick game.

As he drove me back to the sheriff's office where my father works, he went on and on about how he felt protective of me. Every word that came out of his mouth sickened me. If I'd had a gun I would have put it to his head right then and pulled the trigger. I know now that it wouldn't have worked but I was already infuriated with his smug, manipulative bullshit. Not having a weapon I decided to play along. We got to the office where I met Carlisle, the master and sire of the Cullen clan and found out about the murders. Carlisle is a Doctor, no doubt so he can get an easy supply of victims or simply fresh blood to sustain them between hunts. Mutilated bodies had been turning up around town and Carlisle had been called in to help identify the victims and to determine cause of death. It was being kept quiet as the small community would have been torn apart by the news. The closest the police could determine was that due to the sheer savagery of the attacks it must have been a wild animal. Carlisle and I locked eyes and I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt that him and his people were responsible for these attacks and that he was only letting the police find the bodies so that I would find out and know exactly what I was up against.

It was meant to terrorize me. A killer taunting their victim. The sick fuck must have been getting off on it. I knew that they could kill me any time they wanted and that the only reason they were keeping me alive was to be their entertainment. They thought I would be afraid. They thought I would resign myself to my fate. They thought they had lured another "dumb young girl" into their games.

They were wrong.

I became obsessed with finding an answer to one simple question: How do you kill something that doesn't live? Night after night I spent as much time as I could dare searching the internet for answers. I had to be careful though. Edward's little show the other night proved that they could come right into my room at any time, that they could watch my every move. I made sure that I only searched for general information about vampires and hoped that it would happen to contain the answers I sought. Most of it was conjecture and myth. Half crazed stories from survivors and lunatics. It was part desperation and part madness that led me to confront Edward, alone in a forest armed with only a hidden knife. "I know what you are!""Say it." I could feel his breath on my neck. "Vampire." He taunted me from the treetops, showing off his speed and power he called himself the perfect killing machine. I told him that I wasn't afraid. I had every intention of shoving that knife in his neck and sawing his head clean off. I would probably die in the attempt but I wasn't going to let innocent lives be fed to these monsters. I wasn't going to be their amusement.

He surprised me though. He admitted that he was infatuated with me. Something about me made him crave me. I was expecting to die and now I was being told that he was in love. I still don't know what the Cullens were planning with me but I couldn't believe for a second that an immortal being that hunted humans for food and had lived for possibly hundreds of years would feel anything for a mortal. To this day I don't know what stayed my hand. Maybe I wasn't as ready to die as I thought? Maybe it was just morbid curiosity? I tell myself now that I was just waiting to see if I could kill all of the Cullens. I hope I don't live to regret that decision. It was then that he showed me his true form. Walking into the sunshine he shone like diamonds. A predator that was designed by some dark god to hunt humans, of course he would be beautiful. True evil is always seductive. The spell was broken almost immediately. "I'm a monster!" he pouted. It took every ounce of self control I had to not laugh in his face at his blatant manipulations. I decided then and there to play along. I would need to bide my time, wait for an opening and strike only when I was sure I could kill. "You're beautiful." I cooed.

The rest of the year was spent dutifully playing the role of lovestruck idiot. I overlooked the blatant invasions of privacy when Edward would sneak into my room. I feigned ignorance and let them tell me about their secret ways. Edward tried to romance me all year in some of the most cliche ways imaginable. Seriously I can't even count how many times we read poetry in a field of flowers. I just wish I could have told Jacob about this as I found it hilarious, in a dark and twisted way, that they tried to convince me they only ate animals. A part of my soul died that day when I realized that I was finding humor in the death of my fellow humans.

It was towards the end of the year that Carlisle must have remembered that he needed to tie up the loose end of the mutilated bodies that were found around town. I was told that there were vampires, James and Victoria, who were hunting me specifically and shortly thereafter I got a call from James who told me he had my mother. I walked willingly into the trap knowing that the Cullens would have to respond in force and I would finally get to see how they disposed of their own.

I was not disappointed.

It was brutal and I could not wait to do it myself. The only problem was that I would need superhuman strength to rip a vampire limb from limb as they had. Things finally clicked into place: I needed to become a vampire. If I had to sacrifice my soul and become a monster to kill the monsters then I would do it without hesitation. It was a dangerous game I was playing. I had to out think an entire clan of killing machines. I had to let them think I was harmless and to win them over. I could never let it slip that I was planning their destruction. I had to make them think that I truly loved Edward and that I couldn't see right through their plans. The hardest part was feeling the icy touch of Edward's corpse-like hands on me but the thought that kept me warm through everything was that one day I would be able to see the look in his eyes as he drew his last breath. I would take from them everything they ever took from an innocent and I would make sure that they paid in rivers of blood.

This was the end of my Junior year of high school and I knew that I would spend the rest of my life hunting the Cullens to the ends of the earth.