Chapter One: Kayla

I sat in a dark corner of the small room resting my feet up on the table. My sunglasses were lopsided on my face, and my body was draped across the leather sofa so that any passerby would assume I had passed out. I wore a simple red sundress that barely made it to the middle of my thighs with black leather sandals. The outfit wasn't my best, but it would do. After all, that cute stranger over by bar couldn't stop checking me out.

He was muscular that much was obvious. His face had a stern yet gentle gaze as his eyes swept down my body probably mentally undressing me. She liked him. He moved over to wipe a table flashing me an excellent view of his muscles, and I mentally cheered. I definitely liked him.

I brushed her curly hair out of my eyes which drew his attention back to me. Of course, I always made sure my hair was curled perfectly before coming here.

I stood up and tossed a few ones on the table before sauntering over to the door. I was sick of this run down bar. I only came back to see that cutie.

"Goodbye, Kayla," I grinned as I passed him. His voice sounded like music to my ears.

"Goodnight, Seth."

I cringed as an Italian boy with curly hair stormed across the room with his twin sister following him. They were both screaming in French which was a language that I did not speak. I glanced at my brother Charlie who was passed out on the loveseat with a book on his lap. McKenzie – a cute green-eyed, black-haired girl – sat directly in front of the TV watching her DVD of the old cartoon Teen Titans.

"Afton, I can't help it," the girl hissed at her twin with a heavy Italian accent. "They are the best trackers in the world, and when we don't return to Italy in three weeks they'll come after us." Afton ran a nervous hand through his messy hair.

"What do they want us to do?" Afton's voice was suddenly calm sending chills down my spine.

"We have to bring the Cullens back," the girl paused for a moment. "They also have to be dead."

"What the hell, Ashley," I suddenly jumped up from the sofa and turned to face the Italian girl. "How are we supposed to kill a coven that defeated an army of newborn vampires?" Ashley looked away from me. "They have a mind reader."

"We have to do it," this time Afton spoke up. "Unless you want to get murdered by the people you call your parents."

My mind wandered to Alec, and I desperately shook my head. Now was not the time to be thinking of the Italian family that was giving my group orders. I had more important things to think about. Like how to actually succeed in killing the Cullens.

Charlie suddenly shot up and cast a wary look at the three of us. He blinked a couple of times before collapsing back on the sofa.

My family and I hung around a bookshop in Port Angeles drinking mugs of hot chocolate while trying our hardest not to think about our "Cullen situation." Charlie rested his head on Ashley's shoulder while she was busy debating something with her twin, Afton, and McKenzie was trying to sketch a picture of me as I read a book. For a moment, we looked like a bunch of normal teenagers trapped inside on a rainy day instead of a bunch of highly trained half-vampire assassins.

The sound of the doorbell jangling caused my eyes to flit over. A police officer was walking into the bookstore allowing his eyes to roam over the small shop before settling on me and my siblings. He adjusted his belt and straightened his cap before striding over to our table. Immediately, I closed the book and sat up straighter sensing trouble.

"What are you kids doing out of school?" Charlie lifted his eyes to stare at the man in front of him with a lazy indifference. Afton scoffed loudly causing Ashley to hit him on the shoulder. "You know this is illegal." The officer gestured at the group, and McKenzie snorted rather loudly.

"It's an Italian holiday so our parents let us go down to Port Angeles and take the day off." McKenzie easily lied not even looking up from her drawing. "Is there a problem with that, sir?"

"No ma'am," the cop immediately relaxed. "I just thought you were more of those kids from Forks. Those kids are always ditching and hanging out here." The cop nodded his and adjusted his hat once again. "Have a good day."

The five of us watched the cop as he walked away before returning from whatever we were doing before. McKenzie paused for a moment before holding up a sketch of my impossibly beautiful face. On the paper, each one of my features was perfectly drawn making me look like an angel. I smiled and fingered the picture for a moment before passing it back to McKenzie.

"Do you like it?" She asked leaning forward. My heart began to beat even faster as I inhaled McKenzie's intoxicating scent. Ahh Heaven.

"I love it." I leaned forward as well until we were close enough for our lips to almost touch. "It looks just like me."

Don't tell anyone, but I think I might like McKenzie which is weird because I'm totally straight, right? Right?