A/N: Hey there Twihards (is that offensive? I hope not. I kinda like it), I bring you a very bizarre but very likable crossover. No Bella or Edward to speak of in this chapter, but I guarantee you'll get to the end. Have fun!
The ringing phone broke the silence, bringing promises of change.
It was black, one of those old fashioned things with the receiver perched on top. It vibrated as its shrill, metallic clattering demanded attention. On cue, a man kicked open a door. He was clad in nothing but black jeans and combat boots, scratching the water from his mop of white hair.
He wasn't old though – barely into his twenties – yet his hair was perfectly silver, only a few shades and tones darker than his skin. At first glance he was a stunningly attractive, tall young man who worked out and had decided to dye his hair white.
But upon closer inspection (and aside from multitudes of women, few had the privilege – or death wish – to do so), you could see there was something extraordinary about him.
His walk was heavy; he stomped to the desk, flopped into the chair and clunked his boots onto the desk, causing the receiver to jump. His hand shot out to catch it.
"Devil May Cry." A tenor. His voice was smooth laced with gravel as he stated the name of his two-person company. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah - ok slow down, buddy."
A girl watched him gesture at an invisible person. She was athletic with short brown hair, rosy skin and bi-coloured eyes: one brown, one blue. She had a constant frown on her face, making her appear less pretty than she actually was. This girl possessed none of the bored beauty of the young man. She seemed grounded, real, while he did not. She watched him, amused.
"Alright!" he declared, bringing his feet to the floor with a thud. "Jacob, was it? Hang on a sec." He covered the mouthpiece and half-whispered, "Hey, Lady. Do we do vampires?"
For once he wasn't being impolite. 'Lady' was how the young woman was addressed, and it didn't come from class either. It was simply the nickname she had developed, and appeared on all her papers. She had shed her real name years ago. It linked her to dark places and even darker people. Lady thought for a minute.
"Vampires aren't strictly demons, but…business is business," she replied. Her voice was middle range, in the back of her throat.
The man nodded and returned to the phone.
"Yeah, we can do that."
A pause. Lady watched her partner's face shift through several expressions: disbelief, scorn, confusion, and anger, arriving at frustration. "What do you mean, 'don't kill him?' We're a demon hunting business, not demon hurting. What?"
Another pause. The man sighed. "Ok, you know what? Maybe we should meet up before you hire us. Yeeeeep…" he stretched the word, miming a pad of paper with his hand and writing at Lady. She nodded and plucked a notepad and pen from a drawer.
"La Push, Washington. A beach? Oh, right. Listen kid, how old are you? …Fine, whatever. Tuesday at six. See you then."
Lady looked up from her notepad.
"We're going to Washington?" she said.
The young man flashed a dazzling grin.
"Hell yeah. We got ourselves a vampire hunt."
A/N: See? Told you! ^_^ Aplogies for the apocalyptically short chapter. Next one in progress; right now I'm off to the land of the rising sun to catch some snow. See you soon!