Hey guys. Sorry this isn't a UKM update. I've been working on and rewriting the chapter for months. I started editing a novel for a friend of mine, too, hoping to rejuvinate the process. Anyway, this particular chapter is a crossover. Supernatural/Twilight. Because, honestly, I just started getting into that show, I'm on season 4, and I always think about what would happen if they ran into Bella. Here it is. If you watch Supernatural, this would be the third season, assuming Bella Swan replaces the other Bela. This will also explain how Bella procures her weapons. ;)
The moon hung low in the clear night sky. They had been driving for days, searching for signs of…unlife. Tension was growing higher with the body count. Dean's hands tightened around the steering wheel as he pulled off the highway and onto a dirt road.
"Does any of this seem weird to you? This is not your typical boozing, partying, good times having vampire." He put the Impala in park and stared at his brother in the passenger seat.
"Everything is always weird, Dean." Sam sighed as he reached for the handle. "Let's just find the nest, kill the vampires and get back on the road." He shut the door behind him and walked around to the trunk.
"What if this isn't a vampire? Maybe it only kills like a vampire," Dean offered, leaning against the car. He watched as Sam opened up the secret compartment and started putting together weapons.
"Stop being such a bitch," Sam replied, cocking a gun.
"You're a bitch." He coughed.
The trunk slammed down and the boys tucked their arsenal away.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the brothers Winchester." A voice floated through the night and hit Dean like a cold chill.
"I told you," he whispered at Sam. He pulled out a rock salt rifle and spun around in the darkness. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"
Sam aimed a weapon of his own, covering his brothers back and searching the pitch black for the owner of the voice.
"Those guns 'o' salt aren't going to do much for little ol' me," a short brunette appeared near the car. A slight breeze blew her hair back as she started to walk towards the boys. She adjusted the strap of her messenger back before shooting them a bright smile.
"Bella Swan. We should have known," Sam lowered his gun and clenched his teeth.
"You do know this one's killed about thirty people over the last week?" Dean yelled.
"Look, boys. I have a job to do. Unfortunately, a dead vampire would really put me in a bad spot. So, I can take it from here." She swung herself up onto the trunk of the Impala and winked at Dean when he glared at her.
"Don't you have cheerleading practice or prom or something?" Dean ground out, his rifle still pointed at her.
"Good point," she agreed. "Hey Sam, what are you doing on Saturday?" She smirked at the brothers.
"Oh come on! Sam?"
"Dean, we have a job to do." Sam blushed slightly.
"It would really be a lot easier for all of us if you guys just get back in the car and head right on back to whatever hole you two hang out in." She jumped off the car and dragged her nails across the trunk.
"If you put a scratch on that paint job, you're not going to live long enough to fight us for this job," Dean snapped.
"Tell you what," Bella said, holding her hands up in surrender, "I'll give you guys a head start."
"It's a trick," Sam whispered.
"Who cares. She's 100 pounds of snotty teenage girl, what is she gonna do? Cry about Johnny until I start crying? Let's get out of here," Dean replied.
Bella watched them walk down the road and get swallowed up by the dark of the night. As soon as they disappeared, she turned around and popped the trunk. She saw the Devil's Trap and laughed to herself. Good thing she wasn't a demon. It took her a few minutes to unlatch the secret compartment, but she was finally able to pick the lock.
Holding the trap door up with one arm, she started digging through the armory. She tossed aside wrought iron bars. Laughed at the crossbows, but stashed a smaller one into her bag. A silver dagger found its way into her boot. But, she was looking for something specific, a gun. A few empty pistols lay at the bottom of the trunk. None of them were quite right. There were a few sawed-off shot guns, but she knew she was looking for a handgun.
"No way those morons are going to be smart enough to carry it with them," she huffed, pushing aside useless weapons and pocketing smaller pieces that might come in handy.
She shut the trunk and walked around to the passenger side. The car was unlocked. She slid into the seat and checked the glove compartment.
"Well at least they're smart enough to lock that," she muttered under her breath while she searched through her bag for something to pick the lock.
It didn't take long, because Bella had picked a couple of locks in her life. But, she was starting to get nervous the Winchesters were going to find her vampire before she did. Her hands were shaking as she shot a glance behind her to make sure no one was coming. The glove compartment was bare and she found exactly what she needed immediately.
"This is almost too easy," she thought aloud. She took a second look at the glove compartment to make sure it wasn't booby trapped. The last thing she needed was to lose an arm. Or worse. She swallowed hard then reached out and grabbed the gun.
"This doesn't look like anything special." She flipped the pistol around in her hands, admiring the gold detail. Shrugging, she leaned forward and tucked it into her waistband. No way she wanted to risk losing it. Not after all the time she effort she'd gone though to find it. She slammed the glove compartment shut and hopped out the car. For a moment, she thought about going back to her car and driving down the road, but didn't think there was enough time.
She took off running in the direction Sam and Dean had gone.
"I really don't think we should have left her back there," Sam whispered.
"What's the big deal, Sammy. She's a little girl." Dean chuckled.
"She'd a dangerous girl. You know that. We've seen that," Sam reminded him.
"She's like the vampire rights activist. Annoying but harmless." Dean gave a smug smile before stopping. "I think this is the place. Check that tree over there." He nodded in the direction of the tree in front of him.
"It's blood." Sam's nostril's flared and the two slowly started toward the edge of woods.
A loud crash a few feet ahead of them stopped them short. There was a bright flash of light and a lot of hissing.
"Oh what the hell! Come on!" Dean ran after the commotion. Sam called after him to wait, but he was too far ahead.
Bella was approaching a feral looking vampire. Her already short stature was dwarfed by the incredible mass of the monster in front of her. She was dropping her bag on the ground and peeling off her jacket in a sign of surrender.
"Bella! You don't want to do that!" Dean yelled, startling the vampire.
"Afton, no! Look at me," Bella shouted, her voice hoarse from the ferocity. "Do not go to him. He will kill you. I need you to look at me," she repeated.
"What are you doing? This thing is going to rip you apart."
Afton snarled at Bella then turned his attention to Dean. Bella was still fighting for the vampire's attention, but it was too late. Sam ran up behind Dean, aiming his gun at Afton's forehead.
"Afton! Aro, sent me!" Bella yelled and Afton shifted quickly at the sound of Aro's name. Narrowly missing a shot Sam had fired.
"Bella, you don't know what you're doing," Sam stated.
She pulled out a golden "V" with a blood red ruby out of her pocket, it hung off a rosary. "Don't you worry boys, he's not going to hurt me." She winked, placing the beads around her neck and letting the "V" fall just between her breasts.
"What is this, amateur hour! Crucifixes don't work," Dean laughed.
"Not a crucifix, Dean." She shook her head.
"It is the sign of the Volturi. She is protected," Afton managed through clenched teeth.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Dean looked at Sam, his aim fixed back on Afton.
"Now, I told you boys to back off. I'm sending this one back to Italy, or there will be hell to pay. And I don't just mean from me." She punctuated her sentence with an arched eyebrow.
"We can't just let her go with him," Sam yelled.
"I'm already going to hell, honey," Dean snapped.
"Look, I get this whole, hunter thing," she waved her hands spastically and then picked her jacket up from the ground. "But, I have a job to do too. And that job is to bring this lost lamb back to his flock."
"This LAMB murdered thirty people in the last week!" Sam cocked his gun and aimed it at Bella.
"You want to shoot me? Go ahead and pull the trigger."
"Sam!"
"What! She's just as bad as they are! She cleans up after them, she harbors them, Dean, and she protects them!"
Sam and Dean stood next to each other, Sam's gun still aimed at Bella. Afton had taken a protective stance between her and the two hunters. She whispered something to him and he took off quickly into the night. Bella was left alone, Sam's gun pointed at her chest. She shrugged her jacket on and picked up her bag. Flipping the hair out of her collar, she looked up at Sam.
"There are plenty of other things to be hunting around here," she stated.
"How many of those things are you going to be saving?" He snarled.
"Is he always this dramatic," Bella asked Dean.
"You have no freaking idea," he whistled.
"Look, I'm really sorry I caught your vampire first. And if you want to shoot me, fine. But, the Volturi will be here faster than you can hit the next state. If you think this war you've been trying to fight is just between demons and humanity, or morality or whatever, you are way off base. It's about to be a supernatural free for all. I chose my side, just like you."
"You're choosing monsters," Sam raised his arms and pointed it at her forehead.
Bella dropped back, careful to keep her eye on Sam.
"You better be careful who you judge." She smiled sweetly then took off running into the woods. A single shot rang out behind her, ricocheting off a nearby tree.
"I can't believe we let her get away!" Sam yelled, pushing past Dean.
Dean trailed behind on the way back to the car, Sam's hostility radiating off of him in waves. The two walked down the road in silence.
"She's just a person, Sammy. No a demon, not a vampire, just a misguided human being." Dean grabbed Sam's shoulder as he caught up to his strides. "We don't hunt people, not even the stupid ones."
"Whatever."
Dean popped the trunk and lifted up the trap door. He unloaded the salt rounds from his rifle and started to put it back.
"Does this look wrong to you," he asked.
"Just a person, huh? Looks like that mini-crossbow is missing," Sam snorted.
"What would she even need that for," Dean wondered. "I think we're missing a knife, too."
"Hey Dean," Sam called from the inside of the car.
Dean packed their weapons away and shut the trunk. He leaned into the passenger door and looked at Sam. "What is it?"
"The Colt's gone." Sam slammed his fist onto the dashboard.
"Hey, easy on the car, pal!"
"Dean! We need that gun." Sam raked his hands through his hair.
"Well then you better start looking up that Volturi group she was talking about." Dean smirked and walked around to the driver's side. "Let's get out of here, Sammy boy." He turned the key in the ignition and they took off into the twilight.
Bella waited behind the wheel of her Ferrari until she saw the black Impala pass. She had a feeling they were going to be looking for the revolver and she was hoping they would never find her. A few times, their paths had crossed, but this was only second time she actually made her presence known. Usually, they were tracking down demons. But, last time they were trying to kill a shape shifter like it was a werewolf.
What a bunch of idiots. She tipped them off about tribal culture before she kicked Jake's ass back into human form and bailed. Of course, that got her expelled from school and a one way ticket to Forks for the new school year. Although, she a feeling there was more going on in Washington then her mom was letting on. She pulled the gun out of the back of her waistband and set it on the seat next to her before starting the car. The pounding metal bass reverberated though her body. She turned the volume down then pulled her cell phone out of her bag. Hitting the call button, she pulled back onto the highway and drove the opposite direction of Sam and Dean.
"Bella? Did you find Afton," her mother's voice tinkled on the other end.
"Yeah, I found him. Ran into the Winchester's again, too," she sighed.
"Did you find Afton first," her tone was flat.
"Yes, mother. Afton is well on his way back to Volterra. I also found some gun Aro was looking for."
"The Colt?" Her voice was strained.
"Sure whatever. It looks like a regular gun to me, but Aro wanted it." Bella shrugged.
"Honey, do me a favor?"
"Yeah, mom?"
"Keep that gun someplace safe and don't tell Aro you found it. In fact, don't tell Aro you saw those two," she sounded distant.
"Yeah, sure mom. Whatever you say." Renee ended the call. Bella stared at her phone dumbly for a few seconds.
Her mother was a nutcase.