Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Twilight saga or the television program Supernatural . . . All rights belong to Stephanie Meyer, Summit, Eric Kripke, and the CW . I am not making any money from this and just here for entertainment value only. So don't sue me please!

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This is really damn long so bare with me. =)

This will mostly be Twilight-centric but my original character Briony is based off of my favorite tv show at the moment Supernatural. You don't have to be a fan of supernatural to enjoy this story but probably need to have a base knowledge in the shows lore.

Basically, all ghosts, monsters, and demons are real (Except Bigfoot, he's just a big scam) and there are 'hunters' who dedicate their life at ridding the world from the evils of . . . well . . . Evil. Salt repels ghosts so that is why in the story you will read about shotguns filled with rock salt. To get rid of a spirit in most cases you have to find their corpse and destroy it.

I am combining both Twilight's mythological lore with Supernatural's lore. Obviously, in supernatural the vampires are very different from the way Stephanie Meyers wrote them and at the same time in Twilight there are no ghosts or demons. Well, in my story all of it exists . . . Just tweaking both stories so they can fit together nicely. You'll get the picture.

As for Sam and Dean making an appearance . . . They are vaguely mentioned in the first chapter and fans of the show will spot it but otherwise I think they are just too bad ass to go anywhere near Forks so we probably won't ever actually see them in the story.

As for Briony and her family . . . I really made them parallel the Winchesters . . . Almost too much I think. I wrote these first two chapters a couple of months ago when I was planing on taking the story in a different direction than I am now . . . So you will see Briony's character develop way beyond some strange female combination of Sam and Dean that I see her as now. I hope you will give her a chance. I know OC are most of the time really off putting but I think she had to be because I plan on her eventually being Seth Clearwater's love interest and there is no one in existence in either Twilight or Supernatural that I like for him. (Even Briony might not be good enough) teehee.

Ok on to the story . . .

Chapter One.

Hunted

I can't believe I'm here.

I'm so fucking stupid!

Everything has gone quiet and still. The crickets and other insects have stopped their orchestra of buzzing and chirping. Even the wind is gone now and the leaves hang heavily from their branches. Silence. Except for my heavy breathing.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut. Up.

Don't make a noise.

'There is no use.' I chide to myself mentally. 'You're dead now. There is no escaping this one. What would father think if he were here? What smart ass jibe would Elijah mouth off to me?' I hold my breath against the pain their memory inflicts as I press my back harder into the tree trunk.

There are a lot of things I have seen in my life. Things that normal people only read about or see in scary movies. Ghosts. Monsters. I've known they are real since I was old enough to hold a gun in my hands and aim. But this is the first time I've seen one of them.

It's pitch black under the thick canopy of the woods but the moon still manages to illuminate the pale skin of his face. I can tell that he can smell me and knows that I am here. I press my back impossibly harder against the tree and pray that he will give up once he discovers he can't see me.

I keep my eyes on him as I take in a silent lung full of air and hold it again. At the non-sound he turns towards my direction and his feet start to move so fast that they are nothing but red blurs against the dark leaf-strewn ground. His face is beautiful and I can feel his sweet smell tickling my nose. He leans in gracefully until his head is inches away from my chest and I suddenly realize that he can hear my heart pounding against my ribs. That he could probably hear it from a mile away.

"Where are you, human?" he whispers into the air and I nearly whimper. I hear my father's voice saying "Don't panic. In a sticky situation keep a cool head and you won't get yourself killed." But how could he blame me for panicking when there is a vampire a breath away from where I stand?

Nothing my father ever taught me could prepare me for this. Nothing could. Every educated hunter new that Vampires mean a quick death. My brain is going a million miles an hour . . . I can't fight him off. I can't outrun him. The only thing I have is that he can't see me.

His black hair brushes the side of my arm as he leans in closer and I finally give into my panic. Fight or flight. Basic human instinct push my legs into action as I duck under his arm . . .

But before even a second can pass I feel his arm slam my back and the ground is rushing towards me faster than I'd ever imagined something could move.

Then there was nothing.

…

"Father, what are we doing in South Dakota?" I ask as we pass a giant sign that reads SOUTH DAKOTA WELCOMES YOU. I was expecting to hear about some lead he found. Maybe a good old fashioned haunting . . . It had been awhile since we had one of those. But his answer was the last thing I was expecting.

"Visiting an old friend." he mumbled. I saw Elijah's eyes snap to the back of father's head. The card game we were playing momentarily forgotten.

"Old friend?" Elijah questioned. Our father avoids 'friends' like most people avoid the dentist's office.

"When I ran into Ellen last night she told me Singer has been wanting to talk to me about something but didn't have a way to contact us . . . So I thought we'd pay him a visit."

Ellen was a nice woman, she owns a bar called the Roadhouse. We never went there but it was always mentioned when we would run into other hunters. Father knew Ellen from way back before me or Eli were even born.

Who was this Singer person and why did he want to speak to father?

"Sevens." Elijah said bringing me back to our card game. I looked at my cards and didn't see any sevens. Damn. . Trying to keep my face impassive I placed a ten of hearts face down.

"Bullshit!" he blurted and I swore loudly as he whooped in triumph. I reluctantly scooped up the pile of discarded cards and knew I would lose this stupid ass game to my big brother. Again.

…

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed as Eli was flipping through the channels on the crappy motel room's 13 inch TV. "What is taking him so long to get back?"

"Can it Briony . . . Give the man some time, I'm sure he's glad to get a break from you for a little while. I don't blame him for taking his time." he said lazily from his spot on the bed. I grabbed my pillow and flung it at his blond head. He growled and jumped to his feet. Shit! I knew that look. He was going to chase me till he had me pinned to the floor and squirming from his tickling fingers.

"Please!" I managed to squeak as he lunged towards me. Just then the door swung open and the frame was filled with the massive man that was our father. Thank God! Elijah promptly abandoned his attack and we both sat on the bed while we waited to be spoken to.

He sat down in front of us and it wasn't till his head became level with ours that I noticed the look on his face. Despair? I've never seen my hero look so sad before. It freaked me out worse than salting and burning my first corpse.

"Well." he coughed, "I've been debating whether or not I should share this with the two of you every since Singer told me."

Elijah and I both edged closer to the end of the bed and we waited for him to continue. Something about the way father was acting told us that we best keep our mouth shut and ears open.

"It seems like what happened to your mother has also happened to others as well." Both Eli and I were shocked. Father NEVER spoke about mother. Ever. When I was a baby something had come into our home and had killed my mother. Pinned her to the roof over my crib and set her on fire. We never knew what it had been or why. My father had come in and barely had time to rescue me from the flames. There was no helping her.

After that my father started hunting again. His parents had done it . . . And their parents before them. It was a family business; a way of life. When father had met our mother he had given it up to start a family. After She died he spiraled into depression. All I knew of this time was what Elijah could tell me. But he was very young too, at the time.

"It was a demon." His face was a mask of pain as he continued. "This demon went to many homes . . . Homes where they were babies." He was looking at me now, looking through my blue eyes and into my soul. "This demon was . . . trying to form an army of children. Children with powers. He had been doing it for years before it happened to us. There are countless other kids out there . . . Only a few years older than you Briony that have already started forming their powers. From pre-cognitive dreams to telekinesis to super strength. There is no telling . . ." he trailed off. What was he saying? Was I one of these kids? And the ever present question was at the forefront of my mind and it chilled me to my core.

"Father." I whispered. "Please, tell me I'm not the reason my mother is dead."

"NO!" He roared. He scared Eli and me with his sudden burst of emotion and he started to crawl on his knees before us. "No! It is my fault. He targeted our family because we are hunters!"

Elijah was on his feet in seconds bending over father's hunched frame. "What are you saying dad? Who is this demon and what did he want with Briony . . . This all has to be a mistake . . . Look at her . . . She is a scrawny kid. Definitely no powers." He waved his hands at me like a cop waving on cars passing a wreck, 'sorry folks, nothing to be seen here . . .please be on your way.'

"They don't start until they are mature. It all depends. Singer says the case he knows the powers didn't start until the dude was 22 . . . But other cases they were younger. 18. Maybe even younger than that" He paused for a minute and I focused on his face. His dark eyes troubled and his forehead was all crinkled up. I had the urge to run my fingers over the folds until he was relaxed again. But my fingers were too busy curled up into my fists. I realized that my face probably looked the same as his.

He chose his next words carefully. "The demon . . . Fed you some of his blood that night. You have demon blood inside of you Briony."

…

When I awoke I was tucked into a warm bed. I set up slowly and winced at the pain in my head and back. I noticed the room around me was dark and sparse. The only light was coming from a strange circular window that reminded me of those that would be on a ship. As I became more alert I could smell the salt in the air and noticed the slight sway of the room around me. I was on a ship.

"You're awake." a musical voice asked and my eyes searched for the source. I spotted him standing by the only door in the room. Cornered. I felt myself go invisible as he started to make his way towards me.

"How do you do that girly?" He asked. "How do you make yourself disappear like that?"

I couldn't answer. My tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of my mouth.

"You do realize how futile it is against me? How my other senses are so strong that I could find you with my eyes closed. The sound of your heart. The smell of your blood. Only too easy." he was almost purring. "But relax, I won't hurt you. Don't be afraid."But how could I not be afraid looking into those crimson eyes?

I concentrated on becoming visible again and I slowly materialized. "Where are you taking me?" I asked once I found my voice.

"Volterra." He answered as he set on the bed next to my legs. I coward away from him. "A city in Italy. It's the home of some of the oldest . . ." he paused giving me a quizzical look. "They are like royalty to us. Do you know what I am?" he asked doubtfully.

"Yes!" I seethed. "Dirty bloodsucking vampire." I don't know where this courage came from. It would have been easier against anything else. But even against this impossible threat I found it inside of me. I was going to die and I had nothing to lose.

"Spunk. I like that. So will they."

"Why are you taking me to Volterra?" I asked again. Focusing on the name and wracking my mind for any kind of memory of it but found nothing. I had never heard of this place before.

"Oh, besides being a dirty bloodsucking vampire, it is my job to procure humans for the Volturi. Sometimes I snatch people who smell particularly appetizing." He noticed the look of fear that crossed my face and added, "Don't worry. That is not why I chose you." He leaned in closer and wrinkled his nose as he sniffed me, "Your blood smells . . . off."

"Then why?" I asked ignoring his last comment.

"I also collect humans that show promise." he answered

"Promise?" This doesn't sound good.

"Yes, promise. Humans that will make talented vampires."

It took me a moment to comprehend what he meant. He means for them to turn me into a vampire. I'll be a monster. I'll become something even worse than I had spent my entire life hunting. On top of that I'll live forever. I'll never see my family again.

"NO!" I screamed. I flung myself at him hoping he would kill me. I swung a fist at his face and I felt like I had punched my hand into a marble counter top. I felt his stone hand on my shoulder and he squeezed. The last thing I remember was my head hitting the pillow once again.

…

"Elijah!" I screamed as I shook his lifeless body. "Please! Wake up! Wake. Up. Damn it!" An ominous cloud of panic and despair descended upon my soul. The weight of it had me sinking to the ground till I was lying beside him, the tip of my nose a centimeter from his, holding up his eyelids to stare into his depthless eyes.

"Mother help me!" I begged to the stars. I begged to the soft features of his face that weren't from father. Violent sobs shook me as my stomach felt like it was plummeting straight down to hell.

My father lay two feet away. Dead.

I had been scouting out the area making sure no one was around while my family had been loading the guns with rock salt and packing our supplies. When I had arrived back to the SUV with the all clear I had discovered them. On the ground. Lifeless.

How could this be? This was a simple job. A haunting. Cut and dry. We should have been done here by daybreak. But now I would never truly see the sun again.

I climbed to my feet and surveyed the scene through my watery eyes. I couldn't blink fast enough to rid them of tears but I saw the back doors of our vehicle was open and the butt of father's sawed off double barrel shotgun was sticking out. I grabbed it and brought it to my shoulder.

I bent down over their bodies and searched for wounds . . . under teach of their shirts over both their hearts was a single black hand print bruised into their skin. I had never seen or heard of anything like this. Not knowing what to do or where to go I spun in circles sobbing and unable to regain any kind of control over my body. After a while I decided I had to get out of there . . . What if the thing came back? It took me a while but I managed to drag both of them into the back seat. I don't know how I did it.

I couldn't leave them behind.

I was coherent enough to try to figure out what to do. Should I call the police? And tell them what exactly? What do I say when they ask why we had been here? How would I explain the arsenal we kept under the floor board. What would they do with me? Place me into some foster care situation? I couldn't let that happen. I knew how to take care of myself. But was there someone who could help me?

I almost lost my mind when I realized that no. No, there is no one that could help me. I was alone in the world now.

Regaining some control over my shaky hands I started the vehicle and began to back out of the clearing when suddenly there was a loud crash in the back seat. I grabbed the shotgun and aimed it over my shoulder shooting at what ever it was that was attacking me. I should have been used to how loud gunshots are but firing it off so close to my head deafened me as I coward in my seat waiting for whatever it was to kill me. One second passed. Then another. And another. Nothing happened.

Slowly I looked over my shoulder and saw that both my father and brothers bodies were no longer in the back. All the windows were shot out. Scared out of my mind I hit the gas pedal and drove for hours. Numb to the world. The events of the night leaving me totally mind fucked. I drove until I ran out of gas. Then I got out and walked. I've never stopped walking since.

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