Summary: Have you ever wondered? Wondered about the Supernatural. If all the stories were true? After that time when you went to school and grew up, and eventually stopped checking under the bed and in the closet for monsters...do you ever find yourself freaking out because it is dark outside? You try to tell yourself it's nothing, but let's be honest...that never works. This is a story about a girl who starts out broken-hearted, but eventually finds her place in the world. Her job is dangerous, completely unorthodox, because she...is a Hunter.
A/N: This story starts in New Moon when Dickward is taking Bella into the forest to break up with her. (And B.T.W. Dickward is Edward;)
A/N: Sorry to those of you who are attached to Edward, there will be some bashing of him. When I read the first book, I was firmly on Edward's side. Then I read the second and saw how close Bella was getting to Jacob and well, I am team wolf. Edward was really a dick to cause Bella all of that pain and I resent him for it. Of course, it doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Taylor Lautner is sooooo hot! Nope, Nothing at all. *putting hands behind her back and whistling innocently*
A/N: I own nothing, cause if I did, Bella would have told Dickward to fuck off and lived happily ever after with Jacob, or Paul, or Dean, or maybe even all three;D.
A/N: I am going through my older stories and editing and changing a few things. My grammar mistakes are awful and my readers deserve better than what I was giving you guys. Never fear, I have no plans of deleting any of my stories just editing and revising them.
Rating: M
Word Count: 1,039
Chapter One: Life Worth Living
He beat me home from school. He was parked in Charlie's spot when I pulled up in front of the house. That is a bad sign. I means he doesn't plan on staying. I shook my head and took a deep breath, desperately trying to locate some courage. He got out of his car when I stepped out of the truck, and came to meet me.
He reached to take my book bag from me, that was normal. But he shoved it back onto the seat, that was not normal. "Come for a walk with me," He suggested in an unemotional voice, taking my hand. I didn't answer. I couldn't think of a way to protest, but I instantly knew that I wanted to. I didn't like this. This is bad, this is very bad, the voice in my head repeated again and again. But he didn't even wait for an answer.
He pulled me along toward the east side of the yard, where the forest en-croached. I followed unwillingly, trying to think through the panic. It was what I wanted, I reminded myself. The chance to talk it all through. So why was the panic choking me? We'd gone only a few steps into the trees when he stopped. We were barely on the trail - I could still see the house. Some walk.
Edward leaned against the tree and stared at me, his expression unreadable. "Okay, let's talk," I said. It sounded braver than I felt. He took a deep breath.
"Bella, we're leaving." I took a deep breath, too. This was an acceptable option. I thought I was prepared. But I still had to ask.
"Why now? Another year-"
"Bella, it's time. How much longer could we stay in Forks, after all? Carlisle can barely pass for thirty, and he's claiming 33 now. We'd have to start over soon regardless."
His answer confused me. I thought the point of leaving was to let his family live in peace. Why did we have to leave if they were going? I started at him, trying to understand what he meant. He stared back coldly. Whit a sudden roll of nausea, I realized I'd misunderstood. "When you say we-," I whispered.
"I mean my family and myself." Each word separate and distinct. I shook my head back and forth mechanically, trying to clear it of the fog of despair trying to settle. He waited without any sign of impatience.
It took a few minutes before I could speak. "Okay," I said. "I'll come with you."
"You can't, Bella. Where we're going...It's not the right place for you."
"Where you are is the right place for me."
"I'm no good for you, Bella."
"Don't be ridiculous." I wanted to sound angry, but it just sounded like I was begging. "You're the very best part of my life."
"My world is not for you," he said grimly.
"What happened with Jasper - that was nothing, Edward! Nothing!"
"You're right," he agreed. "It was exactly what was to be expected."
"You promised! In Phoenix, you promised that you would stay-"
"As long as that was best for you," he interrupted to correct me.
"No! This is about my soul, isn't it? I shouted, furious, the words exploding out of me-somehow still sounding like a plea. "Carlisle told me about that, and I don't care, Edward. I don't care! You can have my soul. I don't want it without you-it's yours already!"
He took a deep breath and stared, unseeingly, at the ground for a long moment. His mouth twisted the tiniest bit. When he finally looked up, his eyes were different, harder-like liquid gold had frozen solid. "Bella, I don't want you to come with me." He spoke the words slowly and precisely, his cold eyes on my face, watching as I absorbed what he was really saying. There was a pause as I repeated the words in my head a few times, sifting through them for their real intent.
"You...don't...want me?" I tried out the words, confused by the way they sounded, placed in that order.
"No."