To everyone else, Skylar Wade is an ordinary person. But, she has a dark past and had blood on her hands just for revenge on one and only person. Living on her own since eight, she learns to trust nobody and never stay long in one place. But, when she gets imprinted on by Collin Littlesea, how would she learn to coop while seeking her revenge when he`s slowly breaking her?

Collin/OC

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the song Skylar sung that was scary as hell. I only own my characters.

They tell me one day Karma is going to come and bite me in the ass. I laughed at them. Bitch, I am Karma.

~Chapter 1~

Skylar Elliot Wade.

Some people, when they hear my name, aww and say how pretty it was. But, for my job, they call me Karma. At the sound of that, you`d think of someone`s faith and how they fucked up to get it. Well, I think that name suits me perfectly fine then. You know, daddy screwed up, killed mommy and now has a daughter that plots revenge. If that`s not Karma, then I don`t know what is.

I seek revenge of the man who killed my loved one. The only person I had in my life. My mother. And I couldn`t do anything to stop it, which makes me feel useless all together. But, not this time.

I`ve been looking for him for about a year and a half and I must say... he is a slick bastard. But, then again, he had people to help him and keep him safe. This is totally not fair to me, but hey. It`s not my life that`s being taken. It`s theirs.

I`m going to be honest. I`m not a murder. I`m going after the murder. But, people stand in my way by trying to hide him and keep him safe. But, what they really didn`t know is that their hiding the bad guy.

If only they knew who they were helping.

They quiver in their boots when they catch a whiff of me. Hell, I`d be scared if I was me. I`m an expert at combat since I have been training since the age of nine which is now been about eleven years. I had just finally grabbed enough courage and experience to actually go after him. But, again his people stood in my way. But, then they run in fear as to why I was paying them a visit. Of course they`ve heard about me, but they never got the chance to see my face.

They never live long enough to.

I bet your wondering, what is a twenty year old, 5'3 woman going to do so terrifying that she made people run for the hills. Ha, as if they could get far. Looks can be deceiving in many, many ways, my friends. And I use that to my advantage. Well, let me explain a thing or two to you. So, I should probably start from the beginning. Okay, it all started when I was nine years old...

(Flashback)

I giggled as my mum brushed my blonde hair while she sang a soft tune. I don`t know why she considered even bothering my frizzy hair, but I didn`t care since I love when she sings to me. She always had a beautiful voice.

I felt her stop as she put the brush on the couch which she was sitting on and leaned down to me. "I love you, Sky-Blue." She called me that since my eyes were sky blue. I loved the nickname she gave.

I gave her a toothy grin and looked back at her from my position on the floor. "I love you too, Mommy!" She giggled and patted my head.

Who knew things could go heavenly sweet to hell in a matter of minutes.

My mum froze when she heard banging from the door.

"Abigail! Open up!" A dark, wicked voice sang.

To be honest, it made me shudder in fear. I didn`t know who it was, but he gave me a bad feeling.

A very bad feeling.

Mum hurried to her feet and brought me over to the stair case. We didn`t go up the stair which confused me dearly on who we were going to get away. I furrowed my eyebrows as she grabbed the edge of the stair case and lifting it up. My blue eyes widen at the secret room that has now been discovered.

She hurried me inside and tried to quickly close it until I stopped her. "Aren`t you getting in, Mommy?" My voice was scared and shaky.

Mum gave me a watery smile and shook her head as she ran her fingers through my neatly brushed hair. "No, baby girl. Mommy has important business to take care of."

"Abby! I`m getting impatient!" The voice roared.

I flinched before mum kissed my head. "I love you." And with that, she closed the stair leaving me in the dark, scary room to only listen to what was going on outside.

I heard the door break down as mommy screamed. "Where`s our child, Abigail?"

Their child? ...Me?

I was an only kid, so they had to be talking to me.

"Safe from you, Tristan!" She splat back as I heard the man chuckle darkly.

Hearing footsteps come closer, I pulled my knees to my body and laid my chin on my kneecap. "Oh, and why would our dear daughter be away from her father? Tell me that?"

"Because, you`re a murder." The curiosity was killing me, so I just had to lift the stair case up a tiny winy bit and take a look. The man was circling around my mom had a smirk on his face and I noticed two other mans behind him, watching curiously.

The man`s eyes were blue just like mine. Was he my father? Mum never talks about him much and when I ask where he was, she`d quickly change the subject. It always sadden me when I see the other kids at school getting picked up by their daddies, but I never even saw mines.

The man laughed and stopped in front of her, "Oh, you mean my job. I only do it to keep this family together."

Mommy pinched the bridge of her nose and close her eyes while stepping away a few steps. "Not like that you don`t." Her brown eyes flew open to glare at him. "Why couldn`t you just get a real fucking job?! But, no! You had to murder people to get the money!"

"And how do you think you afforded this house? The clothes and everything else, huh?! You took that from me when you ran away with our damn child!"

"Go to hell!"

And then he smacked her.

I covered my mouth as the tears fell from my eyes in a fast motion. They didn`t stop either. A whimper came from mum`s mouth as she struggled to get up. She gripped the coffee table and looked at him with pure hatred in her eyes, the bruise already forming on her cheek.

"Where is she, Abigail?" He asked once more.

Mum spit out blood on his fancy shoes. I could see his patients running on a thin line. "And what exactly do you want from her?" I barely heard her say.

He grinned at that. But, not a happy grin that you do when you see a old happy couple at a park. No, an evil grin. "Well, only to carry on the family tradition of course." He kneed her in the stomach.

I shivered. I never wanted to be like him. Like mommy said, he killed people! That`s not right!

"She`ll never be like you!" She coughed, hunching over.

He growled at her and picked her up by her neck while I bit my bottom lip to keep a word to myself. Her feet dangled in the air, kicking effortlessly. What was I suppose to do? I was a useless nine year old girl which was nothing compared to three muscular guys.

Mum clawed his hands in order to try and break his grip. "Give me my child, Abigail."

"Never." She croaked out. As the minutes passed, she soon gave up and her arms dropped. He dropped her like she was a piece of trash and she fell, lying on the flood messily. She looked...peaceful. I thought maybe...she was just sleeping...yeah...That`s what she`s doing She just had to be...I looked her over twice and noticed the lack of moving in her chest.

I small gasp exit my lips once I realized she was dead. As in not living. He killed her. He killed her with his bare hands. And I had to sit here and witness it...My eyes widened when all three of their head snapped in my direction. I quickly shut the case and prayed they didn`t see me.

"Up stairs." My supposal father says as I heard the footsteps rush up the steps. I winced every time their foot hit the step I was hiding underneath. It was quiet for what felt like a long time with the sound of things breaking and yelling in the background, but I found myself ignoring it and singing quietly to myself.

I swallowed thickly as they came back down and my father cursed in rage. "Where the hell is she?!" His shallow breaths were heard before the door slammed shut.

I waited ten minutes before checking to see if the coast was clear. Once I found it was, I stumbled out the hiding spot and fell on my hands and knees. Shaking my head, my eyes found my mum lying dead on the floor.

I scrambled over there and grasped her hands and kissed her forehead. "I`m sorry, mommy." I didn`t know what I was exactly sorry for, but I found myself saying it. Maybe because it was me that got her killed. He did only wanted me after all. I should`ve just turned myself in. But, then I remember something my mom told me.

"If a man ever comes in threatening mommy, there is a tape with lots of money. I need you to pack up and run. Never look back, okay. Promise me that."

I nodded, not understanding anything up until now. "I promise!"

My head snapped to the entertainment center and dished out the VCR tape. Smashing it, loads of money spilled over. I shuffled them into my arms and ran up stairs to my trashed room and pack the clothes and money and my bag before heading back down stairs.

Giving my mom one last kiss, I looked into her lifeless eyes, "I promise to get him. Whatever it takes."

Then I ran.

Those were some good memories. Note me being sarcastic. It was hell. I watched my mother die by her husband. I promised her I would get my revenge. And I`m not stopping til I do so.

I smirked when a small, old wooden house came into view. Thank goodness too. I thought wondering in these woods for hours was useless.

"One, two, Skylar's coming for you.

Three, four, Better lock your door

Five, six, grab your crucifix.

Seven, eight, Gonna stay up late.

Nine, ten, Never sleep AGAIN..."

I yelled the last part as I kicked the door in making the back hit the wall, harshly. I took my gun from my bra and pointed it at the two men that were trying to escape through the window.

They quickly stopped, noticing that they were caught and had no place to run. Literally. This little house had almost zero space. I motioned my gun to the couch as if to say, 'Have a seat.'

They complied as I began to speak. "Where did you think you two were going?" I said in a false sweet voice.

The brunette with green eyes spoke for this, "Away from your crazy ass." He grumbled. I actually smiled at him.

"Oh, feisty! I like you already." I pinched his cheeks. I would`ve assumed him smacking my hand away if it weren`t for the fact that the gun was pointing at his head. "But, too bad I`m not in the mood to make lovey dovey with people who are hiding my target."

"We don`t-"

"Know what I`m talking about, blah blah blah." I cut the ginger off. I outta shot him for his hair color. "I heard it all before, cupcake. But, there`s always something that leads me toward him and that makes you," I stepped back and grinned at them. "A liar."

"We swear-"

I snapped my head to the brunette, "What`s your name?"

"Erm, Darwin."

I pressed my lips together into a thin line and hm-ed him. "Okay. Tony. But, next time you lie, don`t have you high school picture around, `kay?" He paled as I searched the house.

"What are you doing?" The ginger asked.

"Looking around, dumbass." I said in a duh voice. I looked into the kitchen which was right across from the living room. See, that`s how small the house was. I check the fridge which FYI, they had nothing good when I took my knife from my boot and threw it.

Turning around to see my knife in the wall, two inches away from Tony`s face. I giggled and skipped over to them. Putting the gun to his chin, I smiled at him, "Lying to me and trying to sneak away. You have some balls, kid." I grunted when I kneed him in the no-no zone.

Pulling my knife from the wall, I went back to the fridge that interest me. "Just tell me and I won`t have to kill you." Of course, this was a lie and they`ve already seen my face so they must die. If I wanted revenge, I needed my identity to be hush-hush. They stayed quiet as I sighed. I looked into the freezer and something in the ice tray caught my attention. An envelope.

I put the envelope in their faces which showed the emotion terrified, "Ice tray. Nice." I ripped it open. Snatching the paper inside, I scanned it.

I growled and dropped the letter and grabbed the ginger I have yet to find the name of, "What the hell is a Fork?!" I shook him. "Don`t play games with me!" Tony thought it be a good idea to come get me from behind which only lead my elbow to his stomach and a bullet in the head.

Too bad. He was cute too.

The ginger screamed as I turned my attention back to him with my gun pointing towards his forehead. "Five seconds." I declared as he raised his hands in defense.

"I don`t-"

"Five."

"Please-"

"Four-"

"Don`t do this-"

"Three!"

"Why?"

"Two, motherfucker!"

"No-"

"On-"

"Wait!"

I waited for him to speak as he breathed out. "Forks is in Washington."

I rolled my eyes, "Bullshit." I studied that map inside and out and I never found the name of Forks.

He shook his head rapidly, "I`m not lying. The map!" He pointed towards the wall. I didn`t take my eyes off him nor lower the weapon I had against him. My eyes flickered to Washington and sure enough, a small wording that said Forks was there. Huh, you`d think I`d see that.

"Thank you." I say as I started to head for the door.

"That`s it?" He asked as I whipped towards him. "You know, Karma is going to going to bite you in the ass one day."

I couldn`t help but laugh, "Bitch, I am Karma." He had the same faith as his friends here as I exited the small woodened house.

Washington here I come.

So, did ya like it? A new story which I hope to be a short story. If not, 20 chapters or less cuz I honestly don`t even have the time. Along with another story I`m working on 'Darkness Unfolds' so if ya want, you can check that out too! Review!

~HatersGoing2Hate