Introduction
Gray skies and moss green surround me as my surroundings blur by in an endless sea of nature and despair. Why I ever agreed to come to Forks to live with my older sister Hope and my father Charlie I will never know. Hope has been here about 6 months and is already dating some weirdo named Edward, he sounds like a douche to me. She keeps talking about forever with him, it makes me laugh. The only way they could be together forever is if he was a vampire, and I'd tear him apart and light him on fire myself before I would let that happen to her. Perks of being a hunter, the most powerful and feared of all supernatural creatures, we can not die. We only kill, we live to kill. There are only about 40 of us around the world though, it takes very special circumstances for us to be born. The whole vampire world is under the impression the Volturi rules them, keeps them in line. Little does the world know that they just work for the hunters, keeping us from exterminating them all like the vermin they are. We keep the peace, for all the creatures, the witches, the warlocks, the lycans, the vampires, the angels, the demons. We are the Hunters and we keep the peace.
-Time skip: In forks at Charlies-
Walking into this house everything seem so weird, so surreal. It all seems so normal but at the same time so, abnormal.
"Bella, the cullens have invited us over for dinner tonight. That's where Hope is right now. Do you want to head over now or wait?" My father Charlie asks me, he knows what I am for he was one too, he fell in love with a mortal and gave it all up, why is he acting so strange?
"I can head over now if you'd like, you can wait and catch up when you want. I really want to see Hope again, it has been far too long." I answer him quietly, he had pointed out the turn off to their house earlier and with perfect memory I wouldn't forget how to get there.
"Alright, I should be up there in an hour or so. Please be careful on that death trap you call a vehicle." He teases me lightly about my choice to ride a motorcycle, it's funny because he knows I can't die, I can't age. I am forever stuck at the age of 16 and I am okay with that, I matured early and look about 22.
I go upstairs to my room real quick, the room was decorated in reds and blacks, the complete opposite to Hope's room of pastel blues and purples. We are such opposites. She's beautiful in a timid nature, almost like a deer, her doe like eyes don't help. She walks without grace and trips as if she is a newborn horse walking her very first steps, her blush covers her completely when someone says something even remotely perverted, my prude of a sister. Her long brown hair with the red streaks goes well with her slightly tanned looking skin, as if she enjoys her time in the sun.
My bright blue eyes stand staring back at me, wide and swirling with secrets. My hair pitch black and to my waist, my skin paler than the fairest of ivory almost glowing in the lamp light. My body toned and full of muscle from years of work, my body curved in all the right places. Her beauty is quiet and peaceful while I have the beauty of power, my body is loud and draws attention, as does my blood. I am the ultimate prey, and the ultimate predator.