Okay, here are some points to know:

1) This story includes characters from Twilight, however, it is NOT told from THEIR perspective. It is told from our personas perspective.(For the most part anyway)
2) Bella ain't married yet, so it's about the middle of July
3)You know the LaPush werewolves? They're not the only ones. (have to read to learn more :3 MWAHAHA)
4) Vampires, werewolves, and one final punch in the stomach. Yes folks, witches exist as well.
5) It starts off slow, but this IS a fan fiction of Twilight. Trust me.
6) The characters Isis and Pepper belong completely to Kyla Miersma (myself) and Savannah Ferell. Do not use without permission.
6) All details and explanations will have to be discovered by reading on. Be prepared... MWAHAHAHA!
(I'm so evil :D)

and so it begins...

"Where the fuck are we, anyway?"
Pepper's lanky figure was leaning lazily against the passenger's car door of a '67 Chevy Impala. As much as she wished she could take credit for the gorgeous condition of the black beauty, the credit as well as the keys belonged to her friend, Isis, who had also made some.. minor.. modifications to the car's engine to increase the max speed and efficiency. Illegal? Yes, but what the cops didn't know wouldn't hurt them.The sweltering heat continuously pressed down on everything.
Isis was just coming back from the convenience store of the gas station they had stopped at. She had two different maps with her in which they were going to refamiliarize themselves with. They had been friends since infancy, yet up until a month ago, they were both flying solo in Europe. It had been a year ago since they're falling out over a stupid guy, and a several years since they had been in America.
"What?"
"Where-are-we?" Pepper pronounced each word with a thick amount of sarcasm. Finally frustrated with the amount of perspiration accumulating on the back of her neck, she took the ever-present elastic band from her wrist and pulled as much of her multilayered hair as she could into a small ponytail at the nape of her neck. Time for a haircut she thought to herself. Her bangs were starting to get into her eyes and it was a pain when she phased. Yes, Pepper was a werewolf. She was naturally a brunette, but of course, she's much too flamboyant to accept the normality of it, and therefore continuously asked Isis to dye it for her. Its deep red shone vibrantly in the sun, the tips dipped in a perfect midnight black. Stranger yet, was that when she phased, her fur was also effected by the unnatural colour. Her liquid brown eyes looked slightly down at Isis, who was three inches shorter, at 5'9. Isis, although slightly more reserved looking than Pepper, also disdained at the idea of hiding herself under varying degrees of "normal". But Isis tended to portray herself more through body art and jewelry. A line of small silver hoops and studs ran up her right ear, while only a couple matching hoops stood out on the left. A massive layer of latin and roman calligraphy, intertwined with elegant serpents, fangs and wolves, covered her right arm from the elbow and spread up over her shoulder, stopping just as it reached the shoulder blade. No, the wolves are not the clue. The latin symbols are. Isis was a witch. A very powerful witch. Latin was often used as a universal language between witches, because very few people ever understood its full meaning. Pepper never felt threatened by this. For the most part, they were equal in combat, although for different reasons. Both Pepper's mother and Isis' mother were witches, and though Pepper did not inherit her mother's witch-abilities, that didn't stop the her mom from teaching her everything she knew. They're weaknesses, strengths, how to detect them, everything. Pepper's father had been a werewolf. That's where she got it from. But it turned out that her father was more dangerous than his first impression, and so her mother ran, with a year old Pepper in tow, and fled from Northern Italy, to Southern Spain, where Isis and her mother lived.
Isis' father was the exact opposite. Her father was born a witch, but just a month after Isis was born, her father had gained some enemies and as a result, was bitten by a vampire. He turned into what the unignorant portion of the world refers to as a "vampiric witch". Knowing that he was a danger to his family, and most of all, his new born daughter, he left to draw away the attentions of his enemies and practice his restraints elsewhere. He was never a dead beat dad though. He made sure they always had enough money, and sent letters and gifts as often as possible.
Both their mothers were good friends, and Pepper's mom trusted Isis' to help her and her daughter out. They were both about a year and a half at this time. Ever since, they've been so close as friends, that they were more like sisters. The second Isis made fun of Pepper's skinny jeans, she would shoot back a comment about Isis' normal coloured dark brown hair and NON-converse shoes. Isis preferred her black boot-cut jeans, and black ankle high boots. Both were absolutely crazy about their studded belts and t-shirts, thought Pepper leaned more towards stripes and bright purples, while Isis adored her vintage bands T's and liked her greens and blues. While Pepper's hair was evenly multilayered, Isis literally took a pocket knife to hers, jaggedly layering all of it beautifully, her bangs hanging straight down, just slightly in her vision, and the longest layer coming slightly past her shoulders. Her eyes were a ghostly blue, with streaks of sea-green flashing through them. Her facial features were softer than Pepper's, whose cheekbones, nose and chin were defined strongly and suited her lean, lanky build perfectly. Isis wasn't quite as noticeably muscular, but she was perfectly fine with her wiry muscles, which were stronger than they let on.
Isis rolled her eyes darmatically at the slight whine in Pepper's voice. Isis, was filled with knowledge and strategics, and was normally one for sarcasm with her cool, calculating temper. Pepper, however, preceded her werewolf stereotype at times, with her impatience and hot temper. Despite that, both were extremely compassionate.. when they felt the need to be. Both had reasons to hide they're true colours. Both tended to be careful about just how much they let a person into their lives.
"We're in Washington, moron." Isis calmly walked around and opened her door and stepped into her master creation.
Pepper whined exaggeratingly with impatience and stepped into the car herself.
"I know that." she grumbled.
"Look. It's been four hours since we left and you've done nothing but complain. Do you want this job or not?"
Pepper sighed. They had recently gotten a call, about a week ago, to watch a group of "suspicious persons" in the area surrounding a town known as Forks. The job description puzzled both Pepper and Isis, because normally their job entailed killing a psycho murderous vamp, werewolf, witch, or rescuing someone who was kidnapped by said creatures, or someone who had run away, and other interactive jobs. However, the woman who called simply requested that they keep tabs on them for a while and give detailed reports when she called either of their cell phones. At first, both of them objected. Why would they want to stare at a few different groups of people, in a town in the middle of no where, when they didn't even know what they were watching? That was before they knew what kind of money this person was willing to dish out.
20,000 a month.
Naturally after they heard the number, they said, "Why not?". After all, they weren't really in danger by simply being observers, and they would be basically be getting paid for almost doing nothing! With other jobs, they would meet with the client in person, but they decided together that it wasn't important if the job wasn't that serious.
Pepper's white tank top was almost too bright to look at in the sun, "Alright, fine... wait." she hesitated, looking intently at Isis , to see if she had any shopping bags with her. After Pepper finally processed the fact that Isis didn't have any, she looked incredulously at her.
"Didn't you at least get some beer!"
Isis sighed wearily, "We're in America remember? Legal drinking age is twenty-one. We're both one year short."
"Shit!" Pepper dropped her head back onto the head rest, exasperated at the new development.
Putting the car into gear, Isis simply nodded with understanding, "I know. I know.."
Pepper's head tilted to the side to look at Isis, who had somehow already pulled the maps out to the right spot and discovered the route to take.
"Well? Where are we?"
The corner of Isis' mouth twitched up in a sly smile.
"We're thirty minutes away. That's where."