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CHAPER 1: THE BEGINNING (CLICHÉ I KNOW)

Bella POV

'AHHHHHHH!!!' I sat straight up and suddenly I was wide-awake. I had another dream, well I couldn't actually call it a dream; dreams are supposed to be happy and show things that are fun. This was a nightmare; another one, this was the fifth one this week and it was Friday! People are supposed to forget their dreams but I always remember mine; except for the happy ones, those I forget. My nightmares were actually memories and they were always the same thing.

--Flashback--

'BEEP BEEP BEEP' it was the sound of my alarm clock, which meant I had to get up for school. My eyelids were so heavy maybe I'll just roll over and get 5 minutes more, so I closed my eyes. When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes and I wondered why my mother Renee was not screaming at me to get up for school. So I wandered into the bathroom to go to the toilet and have a shower, when I finished I couldn't smell anything, which was strange. My mum was always cooking weird new things and I was her favourite person to test them on. So every morning I had something different for breakfast, which I enjoyed.

Suddenly I saw something under my parents door, it was red and looked like it was paint. I went over and knocked on the door and I stepped in the red 'paint' by accident and my feet felt disgusting, I wonder if Dad had decided to paint his room and had spilt the paint. I kept knocking but no one replied so I opened the door and the first thing I saw was that the whole room was Red, but it wasn't paint. It was blood! "Oh my god! What happened?! Is this some kind of joke?" then I saw her; my mother was on the bed almost blue and there were two red dots on her neck and her face was twisted into a scream.

I could suddenly feel something gross between my toes and picked it out from between them and look at it, it was a piece of skin, actually it wasn't just skin, it was my father's nose. I turned around wanting to get out of the room as soon as possible and fell into a pile of bloody hair and some of my fathers' teeth. "AHHHHHHHHH!!!!'

And that was when I always woke up and it scared me every single time. I started having these dreams the day after my parents were killed and I have had them every night since, which means I've had them for over 7 years.

Tomorrow is my 18th birthday and I am going to go live with my Uncle Charlie in Forks, Washington for a couple of years and take a break from my current job.

I probably should explain that before I continue my story.

After my parents were killed I was put in Foster Care and kept moving from Foster family to foster family until I finally got moved in with my last foster parent; his name was Bobby. I started living with him when I was 11 and moved out when I ran away on my last birthday. Bobby was the best foster parent I had out of all of them because he gave me freedom and also taught me my job. Which is being a hunter, which I will have to explain. Bobby is a hunter, which means he hunts evil things but not human evil things but supernatural evil things. For example I have hunted; Demons, Wendigos, Spirits, Topas, Women in White, Black Dogs, Shape-Shifters, Streegas, vampires and once I even had to hunt some humans (they were capturing humans and then using them as things to hunt). I have been hunting since I was 12 years old. When I was 14 I met some good friends of Bobby's' who were also hunters; the Winchesters; John (the father), Dean (eldest son) and Sam (youngest son). They're mother and Johns' wife; Mary was killed by a demon.

I went on many hunts with Bobby but after a couple of years I went on more and more with Dean and Sam. Most of the things I have said I've hunted (above) I hunted with these boys. The boys and I got really close and when they're father 'died' we grew even closer. I always was closer to Dean than I was Sam because well Dean was the older but also because Dean was the real family guy; he would do anything for his family and as we grew up, I became a part of that family. I became the same and even now I would do anything for Bobby, Dean and Sam. About a month after I turned 17 Dean and I hooked up. When Sam turned 17 (he's two years younger than me and Dean is two years older) he left for a boarding school in California, Sam and Dean got into a big fight before he left and Dean was pissed off. Dean and I hunted together for ages and we slept together on our 6-month anniversary. But he was different after Sam left, more distant and then when we got news of the yellow-eyed demon and we knew where it was going to be and he kinda went a bit crazy and we had a fight. I didn't want him to get involved even though he had the colt (which could kill anything) and he told me that he had to kill this thing and how he was going to go get Sam from his school and then they would go get it together, I eventually told him if he went we were over and he would never see me again. He told me to go and I did, I have done some hunting in the past year, but I don't want to do this the rest of my life by myself. So I am going to go live with my uncle Charlie (my fathers brother) for a couple of years and he told me I can call him dad and we can pretend he is my father until I leave.

So here I am, getting onto the plane which will take me to Port Angeles where Uncle Charlie will pick me up and we'll have a fun 4 hour drive ahead of us to get to Forks. Uncle Charlie knew about what happened between Dean and he knew that he could never contact Dean no-matter what happened to me. I knew that I couldn't sleep on the plane because I would have a nightmare and wake up screaming. So I plugged in my earphones and started to watch the movie, (it was Hairspray) A/N: I LOVE THAT MOVIE. 3 hours later we landed in Port Angeles and I saw Uncle Charlie standing there smiling at me so I ran over and gave him a hug.

Then I saw he was holding a box of Krispy Kreams© and hugged him even tighter. A/N YUM!!. He told me that my planes' luggage was coming out on the carousel and I should probably go and look for mine. Once I had my luggage in one hand and a Krispy Kream in the other we were set to go.

He led me outside to his police cruiser (He was the chief of Police in Forks). He grabbed my luggage of me and shoved it in the boot and I jumped in the passenger seat. Ready to answer any of his questions. He surprisingly didn't have any. So most of the trip went by in silence. When we got to Forks I couldn't believe how beautiful it was. I had only been here once when I was 4 because my parents wanted a holiday and I pretty much just played with my toys. But the whole place was so green it was amazing, moss covered most surfaces and the rest was grassy.

Uncle Charlie broke the silence and asked if I was going to attend the local high school. I quickly replied "Yeah, I might as well. Then I will actually have something to do". He laughed and we drove the rest of the way there in silence.

When we arrived there was a red truck parked out the front and I asked Charlie if we had visitors and he just ignored me until we got out of the car when he handed me a set of keys and laughed.

This was going to be an interesting year…