Disclaimer - I DO NOT own Twilight, or any of its characters. I do however own any additional characters, as well as this awesome storyline.

A/N - So, I have had this little plot bunny in my head for a few weeks now, and I had to get at least a few words out onto paper, before it tries to worm it's way out, all on its own! I hope you enjoy! Please remember to leave a review and tell me if you want more...x

Chapter 1

BPOV

"You had better start fucking talking, otherwise I'm going to rip your other arm off" I threatened, watching the creature below me writhe around in pain.

"Screw you" he spat, using his remaining arm in a weak attempt to drag himself away from me. The gravel beneath his crumpled body made a crunching sound that went right through me, making me cringe.

I rolled my eyes because...really? How was he going to get away from me with a knife sticking out of his ankle and only one arm?

Stepping forward, I brought my heavy boot down on his hand, flattening it against the ground. The sick sadistic part of me enjoyed hearing his cries of pain. His companion, however, lay meters away from us...and his head a few more meters beyond that. His dead and soulless eyes staring up at me.

"Look, if you tell me what I need to know, I'll make it quick. Just give me a location, and I'll figure the rest out for myself" I offered, trying to show a little compassion, goodness knows why, seen as though I really didn't give a shit...plus this was getting really old, really quick.

"If I tell you, they will kill me!"

"You are a dead vampire walking anyway - quite literally actually" I shrugged nonchalantly, chuckling darkly to myself, enjoying my own joke. "Because if you don't talk, then I'll kill you. And you're little buddy over there is not-so-living proof as to just what I'm capable of"

I bent low, face to face and staring this monster directly into his red eyes. They were bright and alive - he's fed in the last day or two. Some poor soul has succumbed to this scumbag's strength and had their life stolen from them. Been simply a meal for this sick freak!

"My kind have heard about you, -the dark one. They know you exist and they will come for you. I won't tell you anything" he growled.

"Fine". Yep, I was bored and not about to waste anymore time on this lowlife. I'll get answers elsewhere, and hopefully he's right about more coming for me...more opportunities to get what I need!

I said no more, before bringing my blade down swiftly, severing his head from his body.

I made quick work of burning both bodies and heads, having done it hundreds of times over the past 12 years, and I quickly made my way out of the warehouse.

By the time the cops will have been alerted to the old factory warehouse being on fire, the burning bodies will be nothing more than smouldering ashes. Leaving no trace. That's the one good thing about vampires - the burn quickly and leave very little evidence behind.

I walked the dark and empty streets of New York, striding quickly to get back to my apartment. I needed to take care of the slash across my right arm. It didn't hurt so much anymore, but I hated having open wounds. Especially since I know what they attract...and on myself more than others. Anyway, I was distracted tonight, I guess I'm coming down with an illness...I barely killed that first vamp before he stuck me with my own knife.

I pulled my jacket collar up higher, blocking out the offending cold wind that was currently whipping around my neck and down my back. I could even feel the cold in my boot, as the blade leaning up against my leg absorbed the cool air.

Hearing footsteps behind me, I braced myself and put my hand through my bladed knuckle duster that was hidden in my jacket pocket. Slowing down to gauge the speed and closeness of the other footsteps, I heard a giggle...a girly, drunken, human giggle. I removed my hand from the knuckle duster, and replaced it in my jeans pocket.

Rounding the corner, I made my way through the doors of my apartment block, and took the 5 flights of stairs to my floor. I always took the stairs now. The last time I took the elevator, I had to wait until it had reached my floor before I could step out - headless vampire in hand - and drag it up onto the roof so I could dispose of it the only way I knew how. Goodness knows how long that fucker was up there for, hiding in the hatch above the elevator, just waiting for me. Or at least I assumed it was waiting for me, seen as though I'm the only one of my kind that I know of for miles around. Maybe even in these surrounding states.

I entered my apartment, doing a quick sweep of the place as normal, before removing my knuckle dusters from my pockets and placing them in the bowl with my keys beside the front door.

I made my way through into the kitchen, opening the fridge and seeing that I really did need to get some food in. Spotting the left over Chinese food, I took it out, giving it a quick sniff.

"Seems ok" I mumbled to myself, before placing it in the microwave and giving it a quick blast.

I ate in silence, as I always did. I owned a TV, but I couldn't actually remember the last time I bothered watching it. I enjoyed the quiet anyway. It helped me to listen out for anything that shouldn't be here. No matter what.

Hearing the young baby across the hall cry, I realised it was almost 3am. Ben always cried about this time for his next feed. I could hear Angela, his Mother walking to his room to go get him. I knew it wasn't his Father, Eric because Eric shuffled his feet a little when he walked. I knew this because I had killed a vampire outside of their apartment not so long ago, and could hear Eric singing lowly to his son in an attempt to get him to go back to sleep, whilst he tirelessly paced up and down, having no idea of the grappling brawl taking place about 10 feet from where he and his son we're stood.

Stupid vampire picked the wrong cute-ass little family to mess with there! You mess with my friends, you mess with me. Hurt them and I hurt you! They are sweet and adorable and deserve to be happy.

I sighed, knowing that I could never have that. Never have someone who I could share my life with enough to actually make another human being, one that we would need to care for and nurture. Not like this...because of what I am. My life is too hectic. Too dangerous. I couldn't have a child knowing I may never come back to it one day. But I knew that as soon as I thought it, it wasn't true. I've been doing this for over 12 years now and have yet to meet a vampire who could take me down. I was good, very good...I knew that much at least.

I walked through to the living room, taking off my boots, and placing my blade underneath my battered sofa cushions. I had had plenty of practice hitting and kicking when I was growing up, and I'm afraid to say these cushions took the brunt of my aggression. Although, I haven't the heart to throw them out and get new ones, they used to belong to my parents.

The slash on my arm was no more than an annoying throb now, but never the less, I needed to clean it and patch it up if I was going to be fit to fight again tomorrow.

I walked through to the dark bathroom, flicking on the blinding light, allowing my eyes to get used to it for a second, before making my way over to the vanity cabinet and taking down my first aid kit. I had gone through more first aid supplies than anyone I know, and I always gets strange looks from my pharmacist now, whenever I go to stock up. I'm sure he thinks I'm a cage fighter or something. I mean, I'm good at what I do and have never been killed by a vampire so far, but that doesn't mean to say I don't take a few cuts and bruises every now and again.

Dabbing some antiseptic on a cloth, I hold it to my arm, wincing and hissing lowly at the stinging pain, before removing it and wiping across the cut. It hurt again, but not as much, and before long it was clean and ready for a bandage.

I pulled the remaining knives and weapons from my thigh strap, my holster, and various pockets I have on my person, before hiding them in random places around my home.

A girl can never be too careful when it comes to the living dead!

Every room in the apartment had at least 2 or 3 weapons it them, ranging from knives and daggers, to chains and axes, all the way to full sized blades and swords. I had acquired them over many years of battles and fights. Some I took, some I bought and others I won from challengers less skilled and less determined than me.

I finally fell onto my bed, still fully clothed in my black tank top and skintight black jeans, before pulling the covers over me and, upon hearing Ben no longer crying, fell into a deep sleep filled with red eyes and fires and 3 faces who haunt me wherever I go.

My name is Bella Swan, and I'm a vampire hunter!

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Until next time...x