I own none of the characters within the exception of Vander and any other witches that come into play, she/they is something I made up based off of a cool idea I got after reading the line about Angela being a witch in the Twilight series by Stephanie Meyers. Please review and pm me with your comments and if anyone would like to be a beta reader I would more then love that.

This chapter is more about meeting Vander then getting into the real meat of the story involving the Twilight characters. I promise it will get better.

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There is a natural order of things, every being having it's own little niche. In the supernatural world this is no exception, very simply a triangle. Werewolves have the upper hand against vampires, vampires have the advantage over witches, and witches naturally trump werewolves. This isn't to say that a battle will always play out as thus, just merely a guideline, for the natural order of things.

I am a glitch in that order, a tragedy that should have never happened. It is only through my sheer will and hate that I survived. I survived to become something more, something more deadly then the world has known before.

It must be understood that without the vampire things would be different. Something about them awakens the inborn traits of those who descended from sprit warriors; those who use energy of the earth to work magic or magic their own body to transform it. So where vampires walk there will be wolves and witches, it is the natural order.

I suppose that is how I came to be. Vampires awoke in me the ability to harness the elements for my magic. There was always something very different about me, the elements seemed to bend to my will as a child. However, it wasn't until after I went through puberty that I became able to wield lightning or create barriers with wind. It was then I learned my duty to keep that natural order, a task I happily accepted. I was extremely talented, a prodigy one might say. I killed more then my fair share of hot headed wolves and not to be cocky or anything but I brought down a couple of vamps, a feat almost unheard of.

I lived my life in two capacities, one as peace keeper killing the wolves who would upset the order, and the other I was simply a women. I went to high school and then on to college. I hid my double life from my friends until I met a man who I wanted to spend my life with. That was a note worthy year for me, I met two men that year that would change me in my entirety, making my what I am.

The year I was nineteen I met Gilbert in my student union. We were buying the same book, but there was only one copy left. In an attempt to get my number he suggested we share the book going in fifty-fifty for it. I was young and he was cute with russet skin, honey colored eyes and a full mouth, so I gave it to him. After getting to know one another I loved him with every fiber of my being. Every inch of my five ten runners body, every centimeter of my shoulder length chestnut wavy curls, with all of the depth my ever changing eyes had to offer, it was for him. I even told him about my world, something he did not run from but embraced. I know now how foolish it was, it was probably the keystone of my undoing.

That same year I met another man who became important in my other life. His name was Alex, he was a wolf that had decided to not hunt vampires, but instead punish humans he found to be not fit to live. Not only was he not keeping with how things worked, he was killing people who he should have been protecting. This is why level headed witches are better at protecting the people then those flea bitten hot heads. We did battle many times, I never killed him but he never left a healthy boy.

For two years I lived, loving Gilbert and being loved back. All the while battling Alex as soon as he healed and would resume his little project as he called it. On my twenty first birthday Gilbert asked me to marry him, we were already living together and I was about to graduate that year with my bachelors. I guess Alex decided I didn't deserve to be that happy. Knowing he would not, could not beat me he very wittily brought death to my house.

I will never forget that night. I was tracking Alex when he lead me to close to my own smell for my comfort. My home. I feared for my new fiancé, I was right to do so. When I came home his beautiful full lips greeted me, by being nailed to the front door. What was inside was much worse, blood covered everything I owned, I could smell him all around me, my Gilbert. It was so overwhelming that I did not notice the vampire that laid in wait for me in our bedroom.

I was trying for some reason to collect his parts, in some vain hope it would bring him back. I know it would have never worked but I was grief stricken. He was on me in an instant ripping out my throat draining me of my blood. I was barely conscious as he taunted the pretty little witch. He even knew of me, he could wait to brag how he took down the Famous Vander Astran.

He left me there to die.

Problem was, I didn't die. Oh I thought about it, the pain was unbearable. All of those fibers that I had loved Gilbert with, all of them wanted to die. But that collection of his body parts just wouldn't let me do it. I had to push on, if only to render him limb from limb as he had done my love, and of course to do much worse to the demon that had set him on me.

That is how I became what I am now. The only witch that is also a vampire. I pushed through the pain and let the vile venom spread through and heal my body. My magic became amplified, and I was strong before but the strength I gained as a vampire made me look feeble to what I was. It was with ease that I hunted and killed the vampire, and pleasure that I did the same to Alex.

There is a natural order of things, every being having it's own little niche. In the supernatural world this is no exception, very simply a triangle. Werewolves have the upper hand against vampires, vampires have the advantage over witches, and witches naturally trump werewolves. But what of one who is doesn't fit into that order? What about a glitch in the system? A witch that is protected from vampires by being one herself, as well as fitting into her birth right.

I have been this was for two years now, frozen in my twenty one year old body. I travel where I am needed and try to restore the natural order. It has been quite for a while, but now I hear whispers of a scale needing balanced in the Olympic Peninsula.