DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ITS CHARACTERS (: S.M DOES.

Chapter one

BELLA: I looked over the sleeping town with the graceful moon balanced above me shedding away my bravery. The fog drifted across my face and through the strands of my hair cooling my already cold body. I growled, upset with myself. It wasn't often that I could be out like this without my team right on my heels. I should have been enjoying myself, or at least try to enjoy myself. But ever sense I heard the news of them coming back all I had been thinking about was what I was going to do when they got here. Drop out of Forks High? Maybe; kill the family that put me through the worst misery I had ever known? Hmm…Another bright possibility I would defiantly have to consider. I wanted to hang up their picture on my wall and throw darts at them. The memory of HIM burned through the side of my head. I closed my eyes trying to forget, but the strange knowledge of unsettling anger washed over me like water washed over a dam.

I stroked the rock beneath me feeling the moss growing on the surface before standing hitting at the dirt that clung to my pants. It's ok. I told myself. They won't know. I'm too different know. I'm better. And I was. They couldn't break me down the way he did when he left me. They couldn't knock down the steal wall that I had, wrapped around me. Nobody could.

My team knew about the Collins. I had told them long ago around the time when they found me and changed me into something I never thought I would become. I had loved Edward, with all my heart. That's why I was angry with myself. I didn't understand how I could let someone so stupid manipulate my mind the way he did. It wouldn't happen again. I had promised myself and my team that I wouldn't ever look at him the way I did, and god help him if he even tries.

I reached my hands up to my thick brown hair and pulling out the scrunchie letting the hair drape around my face in elegant curls. I could feel my eyes turning from golden brown to black almost immediately after I smelt the human behind me in the woods. I didn't want to kill them, however it wasn't hunting season. They had no reason to be out here at this time of night, therefor it was my land and my decision.

I glanced behind me seeing his shadow deep within the forest at a distance where his human eyes were yet to sensitive to see me. I jumped gracefully off the rock and leaped into a tree bouncing from branch to branch until I reached a height that I was comfortable with. My team said I reminded them of a black panther. They say I distinguish myself by an unmatched ability and intelligence displayed in my hunting skills. I am a successful hunter and that I easily adapt to diverse environments and various circumstances. They say it's why I'm the leader.

I watched as the human drew closer to the tree I was on and waited patiently. As he made his approach I climbed lower on the branches to end his life quickly without any pain. I had seen him before. I remembered he used to work behind the counters at the fishing place in town.

I saw him there once, when I was younger when Charlie had nearly made me go fishing with him one summer. This was decades ago. This was before Charlie had committed suicide when I went missing and when this man standing in front of me had, had the greenest eyes and the blondest hair. Now it was all grey and his eyes were lifeless with natural misery. The hairs were already abandoning the top of his head like scavengers when they have finished their meal. But I knew him. He was no scavenger. He was a gentleman from what I remember, and when his wife died he just became lonely. This could be his way of asking for death. Maybe he didn't know…or maybe he did.

Maybe he knew I was here…waiting for him. And maybe he knew what was going to happen and that's why he was still walking around aimlessly. I knew he didn't suffer from Alzheimer's disease, I also knew there wasn't a lake or river around here where he could fish at.

I didn't care, my heart was frozen with the cold that refused to let me repair anymore. It was just a life, another waist of human skin, just another population. When I pounced he went down without a fight or a scream and just lay there while I sunk my fangs into his wrists and then to his ankles. I didn't look into the eyes of my victims. I never could. The way they all stared out above them with fear written all over their pale faces only made my stomach turn.

I walked through the house door hearing it slam against the wall and then shut softly behind me. I whipped my mouth and ignored my team members who were still sitting where I left them. Three were scattered on the floor, and the other two were sprawled on the couch their heads on different ends.

"Where have you been?" My second in command asked me while standing from the floor. His large build made a shadow across the room making him appear more threatening than he was.

I just looked at him bored. "It's not like I have a curfew Marcus." I snapped at him just like I would a parent.

He ran his hand through his black hair that was spiked with Gel; his black eyes searched mine before he smelled the air and growled. "You were with a human?" he hissed under his breath.

I rolled my eyes crossing my arms over my chest. "I ate a human, if that's what you're saying. But no, technically I was not with a human." It disgusted me to even think of wasting my time for someone less than I was, unless it was to fill my desires-but nothing more.

Alison was gone from the couch and now at my side sliding her hand through mine and smiling up at me with her cute girly face. She was only sixteen with the reddest hair; I had seen her a couple times when she was human. She was pretty then also. Her hair was a little dimmer then, and her eyes were greener than any I had seen. They were beautiful. But now, her eyes were red, a shade darker than her hair.

I smiled back not finding the will in me to just look away. I heard Grant get up from the couch and walk human pace to where we were standing in the front of the door. He had brown hurly hair with copper highlights that brought out the pure gold in his eyes. He had a smaller build than Marcus did but he was just as strong. He was seventeen when he got changed. He was the exact opposite of Alison but still their love for each other was unbidden and pure just like he was. "I don't see what the big deal is Marcus," Grant said. "You go out at night and sometimes don't return until it's time for school." He said sticking up for me.

Marcus glared with furry hidden in the corners of his mouth while he frowned returning each of our gazes. "Did I ask for your opinion?" he spat with hatred which was an odd way for him to be talking to Grant. He hardly ever used that tone-but never once had he used it with Grant. I didn't understand him sometimes. It must've been the stress of knowing the Cullen's were coming back for he hated them just as much as I did.

Grant glared back without the same forced odium. "It wasn't an opinion Marcus. It was a fact."

"That's enough." I snapped at the two of them before looking directly at Marcus. "I was just out, nothing to worry about." I promised. Daryl climbed up from off the ground and walked past us to the door, I reached over and slammed it shut looking at him daringly. "We have school in three hours, where are you going?" I asked authority filling my tired voice.

He moved the blond hair out of his eyes coming close to me his body almost touching. I glanced at Marcus who was already glaring at Daryl. He looked down at my hands grabbing one of them and raising it up to look at the blood on my thumb. He smirked and then looked up at me through his eyelashes, his red eyes burned through mine. Daryl was the only one who fed compleatly on humans, and though he did this he knew exactly how to control himself in front of other humans allowing us the privllage of attending to Forks High. "I'm hungry. I don't want to attack any humans tomorrow." He said then nudged me carefully aside. He threw open the door and walked out leaving me to shut it.

Zavi watched while he left and then looked at me batting her thick eyelashes. Her eyes were wide and honest full of wisdom and intelligence, they matched the color of Grants. they were the only two out of the group that didnt feed on humans. Marcus and I fed on both makeing our eyes a light orange. Her dark skin matched my brown hair, her hair pulled into a side ponytail and curled at the ends. She had on her favorite white dress that was plane but yet beautiful. It flowed down to her feet that made her seem elegant in a sense where she looked ghostlike. Her beauty was devine and rare. I knew once I met her that if my team and i ever came across the Cullens again even Rosalie would have a hard time coping with just how beautiful she was. "Can I go?" She wondered with her inocent voice then smiled. "I don't want to attack any Cullen's tomorrow." She winked.

I frowned. "You'll be fine, its Marcus and I who need to hunt more." I glanced over at him lazily while he gave me a look of doubt. Even though i had just had a human i could still feel the burning sensation in my throat.

"I'm fine." He said only traces of anger still in his voice now just sounding a little surprised as if he couldnt feel the threatning ach in his throat.

I shook my head. "No, you need to hunt," I said looking at his eyes. "You're starting to scare me." I hated when he had black eyes only because it made me nervous. He already wasn't that great around humans, it would only take one walking by for him to easily slip away with it and feast in the back of the school. Not that he would, he would do it more proper. He would find a girl that was already generous towards him and then talk her into walking with him outside or persuading her to ditch class.

Marcus rolled his eyes silently walking out the door. I glanced back at Zavi and then took a quick glance at Grant before sighing, "We'll be back in an hour or two." I then walked out the door behind the others.