A/N: Hi guys. Welcome to my first fanfic. Hopefully, you will enjoy it, and please, please review. I would like to know how I'm doing, with the whole writing thing. Thank you, and enjoy!

Chapter 1.

Another year, another dreary town. It was Friday afternoon and the streets were busy. I glanced at the faces passing by. They looked pleasant enough. I looked behind me, and scanned the vast forest that surrounded the little town. So, okay, it didn't look too bad. It had potential, at least. I glanced at my mother with a cocked eyebrow.

"Don't look at me like that, Hunter. It's perfect! We won't have to hide away as much here, as we do elsewhere," my mom stated.

I shot her a crooked smile. She was right. It was perfect. Washington State has always been a very rainy place, and the little town of Forks was no exception. We could walk around here, being ourselves. Well, almost. We were vampires, after all. Well, I was a half-breed, actually. My father was a vampire that had gotten my mother pregnant, while she was still human. She had loved him, but he left before she could tell him about me. She didn't talk about him much, but I knew that she had moved on from him, though she had never found a mate. Maybe she would here. Anything was possible.

"Hunter!" My mother interrupted my thoughts.

"Sorry, mom," I mumbled. "What did you say?"

She smiled warmly at me. "I said, what colours would you like for your room?" And then she hushed, "And remember to call me Eva in public. I do not look old enough to be your mother!" she chuckled.

Mom and I were passing ourselves off as siblings, that had been orphaned.

"Well?" she said, still waiting for my answer as we headed into the hardware store.

"Um, black and gold, please."

"Oh, Hunter. You choose black and gold everywhere we go. Can't you change it for once?"

"Mom …" I said, and then quickly backtracked as her eyes narrowed. "… Eva. I like those colours. They are very … me," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

She looked at me for a moment. "Yes, I suppose they are. Okay, go grab what you need, and I'll go ask the cashier if they deliver."

"Thanks, Eva," I said with slight sarcasm. She rolled her eyes.

After mom paid for the goods, and the cashier had promised they would be delivered before the close of business, we headed back out onto the street.

"Oh, look. There's a little diner across the street. Are you hungry, sweetie? Would you like some lunch?"

"No, I'm okay. I'm planning on going hunting later, so that I'm ready for school on Monday."

With me being a half-breed, I could survive on a diet of blood as well as human food. I could survive on one without the other, but I didn't stick to just one source. After a while, blood got boring on it's own. I enjoyed the different flavours and textures of human food, so I always combined the two. Blood kept my body and mind in tip-top condition, and human food gave me the nutrients that my human half needed to stay in the best shape. We didn't consume human blood, though. We hunted animals. I have a conscience, and thankfully my mother managed to keep hers after her transformation.

That's how I got my name, actually. My mother had left her family when she found out she was pregnant, and survived in the woods, surviving off the wildlife. When I had been born, I was very, very aware of what was happening, and where we were. And, though I was only moments old, I was desperately aware that my mother - who had loved me, cared for me, protected me, sang and spoke to me, whilst I was inside her - was dying. I knew what I had to do to help her. So, crawling over to her, I bit her. It had felt terribly wrong, so I had only given her the one, small bite. For that reason, her transformation was longer than normal. For five days I stayed by her side, not daring to leave her, growing extremely fast. I hunted the animals that would pass by us. When she opened her eyes for the first time, she saw me pouncing on a deer. "My little hunter," she had said, and I finally had a name.

"Okay, if you're sure," she said, bringing me back to the present. "So what do you want to do now, then?"

"I think I'd like to get to the house. I don't want to be unpacking into the early morning."

"Good idea. The removal truck shouldn't be too far away, either," she said. "Let's go."

We got into my moms car and drove to our new home. It was situated in the forest, and had a river running not far behind the house. It wasn't a large house, it only had three bedrooms, but it was perfect for our needs. My mom was the only one that had seen it yet, so I was looking forward to arriving. As my mom pulled onto the driveway, I could see the house ahead. It was a timber building, that blended in with the forest beautifully. Even the small garage attached to the house blended, as it had a warm, brown wooden door, that seemed to be an extension of the woods, rather than the house. There was a lawn out front, and a nice flower bed that looked more natural than man-made, as there were rocks and small bushes amongst the flowers.

As we were walking into the house, we heard the truck coming up the driveway.

"Perfect timing," my mother said. "Let's help unload our stuff."

An hour later, and the truck was leaving. We had everything in, and with our speed and strength, had the place looking very homely in another hour. Now I could have a proper look around.

The house had two stories. On the first floor, was an open plan living area and dining area. The décor was neutral colours, creams and beiges, with dark wooden flooring. My mother didn't want to change it. Around a small corner from this, was the kitchen. It was fairly large, and had an island in the middle of the room, which housed the oven, a chrome sink, and a breakfast bar at one end. There's was cupboards all around it. There were work surfaces and more cupboards around two of the walls, and there were French doors on the back wall. The kitchen had slate-grey walls with silver shimmers running through it. The cupboards and island was black with chrome handles, and the work surfaces were black granite. My mother didn't want to change that, either.

Down the hall slightly from the kitchen, was a den. As mother and I were avid readers, she had said we could use this as our reading room. There were bookshelves across three of the walls, that probably wouldn't hold all of our many hundreds of books, but mom had said we could use the spare bedroom to store the rest. We had placed our two, very comfy, reading chairs here, with two small side tables with lamps, next to them. It was all that was needed.

The only rooms that really needed decorating, were our bedrooms. I had claimed mine before my mom could choose for me. She didn't mind, because she only ever used her room for dressing in, anyway. She allowed me to choose my room because I did need to sleep, and she wanted me to be comfy. I didn't need to sleep every night. I could go for a week or two without any, if needed, but I did enjoy sleeping. Well, the dreaming part of sleep, anyway.

Mom made her way into the kitchen, to prepare my dinner. I followed her through.

"It's okay, mom. I don't need anything tonight. I'm going to go and look around and will hunt when I'm out."

"Are you sure, sweetie? I don't mind, really," she said. I knew she didn't mind taking care of me, that was her way. Very loving and protective, but sometimes it didn't feel right, when I was the only one who ate. I didn't like to impose on her that way.

"Yeah, mom. You want to come with?" I asked.

"Maybe later, dear. I was going to start painting my room, but I've got a new book I would like to get started on."

"Well, you just read your book, mom. The painting can wait until tomorrow. We have all weekend."

She smiled warmly at me. "Yes, you're right. There's plenty of time for painting. Okay, on you go."

"Okay," I said, kissing her forehead. "See ya soon."

"Oh, and Hunter?"

"Yeah," I said, glancing back at her.

"Be safe."

"I will, mom," I said, as I headed out the back door.