Disclaimer: The plot of this piece is inspired by the Eric Kripke's ingenius Television show, Supernatural as well as Stephenie Meyer's enthralling Twilight books.This story contains characters from the Twilight series. They belong to the brilliant Stephenie Meyer. I have only tweaked some of them a bit.

Rating: M

This is an AU fic. Bella, Charlie and possibly Jacob are a bit out of character. Everyone else is pretty much the same...hopefully. There are are a few original characters as well.

Summary/a bit of background: What if everything you thought you knew about the world was a lie? What if your parents were wrong when they told you that monsters didn't exist? Isabella Swan never had that luxury. Her life has been scarred by this knowledge ever since she was two, when her mother ran off with a attractive young, Phil Dwyer, a hunter of everything Supernatural. From the beginning Bella's life was wrought with darkness, vengeful spirits, ghouls, evil Witches, demons, Wendigos, and most other supernatural beings that are talked about in ancient Folklore. Life was always bad, even if Bella's mother wouldn't admit it. They were constantly on the road, and their homes were often run down, roach and rat infested motels. It was very rare that Phil would opt to rent out a house, but that was only for cases that Phil decided would be long and drawn out. Bella was never allowed to keep much of a social life, all she had were fellow hunters. Although exceptionally bright, Bella was also kept from school. Instead she had to settle for homeschooling, which Bell didn't mind. What she did mind was the lifestyle. She never had a childhood for her training had begun at the age of seven when Phil began to teach her to use various weapons as well as to fight. By the age of ten she was out hunting with the rest, all the while her life began grumbling around her. This was how life was for her until that faithful night when her world came crashing down and she lost everything. That night marked what she hoped would be the end of her life as hunter and the begining of a normal life, even if she no longer had her mother to help her through. She would have to settle for Charlie and the comfort of the small town that her mother mistakingly fled years before. But she soon learns that you can never escape who you are and that even if you run your demons will follow you whereever you go. Figuratively and literally.


September 1st, 2009

Mom,

It's a clear night tonight. The moon is full, and I can actually see the stars. For once the skies over Forks are cloudless and pretty. Too bad I can't say the same for my life. It's not your fault, though; so don't worry about it. If anyone is to blame, it's Phil. He ruined my life. You probably won't believe me, you never did, but Phil ruined yours too. It's because of him and his lifestyle that the both of you aren't alive anymore. I'll never forgive Phil, but at least I can move on…right? Has it really been six months since the two of you were killed? I left Henry and Elena and I'm here in Forks now, with Charlie. I'm starting that normal life just like you wanted. He's happy to have me. It's a shame that I make his nights miserable. I still have nightmares, Mom…not the normal kind that you can forget about, either…real ones…I can't forget these, Mom. You aren't here to comfort me anymore either. What am I going to do? Sure, I have Charlie and he's always in my room the second that he hears my screams…but, he doesn't know the truth, Mom, and I can't bring myself to tell him. I've lived with this burden since I was two, and I can barely handle it…I'm not going to ask Charlie to handle it now when he's pushing fifty. I refuse, because even if he somehow believes me and doesn't send me to an asylum, I know I'm going to lose him. The kind of truth that I'd be confessing to him, would give him a heart attack for sure. A good man like Charlie doesn't deserve that. He's going to continue to live a happy life under the notion that all he has to worry about is drugs, human violence, and animal attacks. I'm giving Charlie what I've always wanted, ignorance of the truth.

"Bella? Are you ready to go?"

I sighed as I set down my pen and slid the desk chair back. I left my old leather bound journal open on the desk as I walked to the door. "No, Dad…can I have a few more minutes?"

"We're running late!" He responded, very clearly frustrated.

"Really! Just a few more minutes!" I turned away from the door and closed it behind me. I'd lost track of time. It's not like I wanted to go to this stupid party anyway. People having fun, laughing, and joking, oblivious to the world around them. I hated it. But I chose to come here and live a normal life rather than pursuing the life that Phil, my step dad, wanted me to pursue. I pulled on my dark, skinny jeans, and whatever sweater I had pulled out before I started writing in my journal. My hair was fine, the best it had been in months. It was sleek and straight, and that was fine because I didn't want to take the time to do anything to it—not that I had time anyway.

When I was finished, I turned back to my desk, and the open journal on top of it. I picked up the blue ballpoint pen I had been using and finished my entry:

I miss you, Mom. But I'm glad you aren't around anymore…you don't have to live through the hell anymore. All you have is bliss…but if Phil is sharing it with you…I'm sorry.

Love,

Bella

Writing letters to the dead, I was really losing it now. But it's definitely not as if I hadn't been before everything happened. From day one of the life I had to share with Mom and Phil my life had begun it's slow downward spiral.

"Bella, let's go!" This time all of his patience was gone.

I slammed the journal shut and grabbed my parka from closet, before I ran downstairs. Charlie shot me a dirty look and I grinned as I moved past him. "What? I'm waiting for you." I made sure my voice was heavy with teasing. He was fighting back a smile as he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door with me. This was easy. I could do this. I could be a normal teenage daughter.

We walked in silence down the rain soaked driveway—the only evidence that it had rained today. Charlie opened the door for me. Uh-oh. This wasn't a good sign. Every inch of me screamed not to get into the passenger seat, but I did. Whatever Charlie wanted to talk about, it was definitely something I couldn't run from. This time, however, I failed to listen to my deep rooted intuition. It was just going to be a talk if anything. He wasn't going to kill me. The sad part of all of this is that I had to convince myself of this fact. But after reminding myself that my life was different now. But once I finally reminded myself a few times, I was able to get into the car. Charlie didn't seem to notice my hesitation.

.::.

We had gone a mile before Charlie finally spoke. We were stopped at a red light—the only stoplight in Forks—He reached over quickly and turned off the radio. Oh man, this was going to be really bad. But as long as he didn't go dark side on me, which he wouldn't, I knew I'd be fine.

"Bella." His tone was almost apologetic. I gripped the seat. This was it; he was finally going to send me away, but to where? I had nowhere to go. The dread swept over me. I didn't want to go back to that life. A foster home was the only option. I'd run away before I ever let that happen, but I wouldn't go back to my old life.

"Bella, are you listening?" His voice was stern, and it snapped me from my miniature panic attack.

"Sorry, Dad." I responded dryly. Just get on with it already!

"Do you remember, Doctor Spinster?"

Of course I remembered him. He was one of Charlie's buddies that I met when I first came to Forks a month ago. He was a psychologist working in town, and all he seemed interested in was interrogating me. He was a creepy elderly man in his late sixties. He had these cold gray eyes that seemed to pierce right through you. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I thought about him and his fake smile. I nodded without word as I began to feel suspicious by the unchanging apology in his tone.

"I talked to him last night, and I told him about the nigh—"

"You told your friend about my nightmares!" I was outraged and betrayed. How could he go and tell that weirdo about my nightmares? Worse still was that weirdo was a psychologist. What had he been thinking? I soon got my answer.

"I told a psychologist about your nightmares. He was still working." He explained calmly. The light turned green, but I knew he wasn't going to drop it. "You have an appointment with him tomorrow."

"I'm not going!" There wasn't a single soul on earth who could be as livid as I was at this very moment.

"You need to talk to someone, Bella. And since you won't talk to me…your own father…" Oh there was guilt now too! What had I done to poor, sweet, Charlie? He probably thought I hated him. "…I thought you could talk to a professional."

"Look, Dad." I inhaled slowly and exhaled to relieve the anger. He was just trying to do right by me like a good father. Not like Phil, who never really was a father but he was the only one that I was allowed to really know. Mom hadn't told me about Charlie until she was dying. "I'm sorry, I haven't been talking to you…but this is something I need to deal with on my own."

"But I want to help."

"You took me in." I reminded him.

"You're my daughter…I wasn't going to kick you to the curb."

"Still, it's enough." He wasn't swayed. I sighed. "Thank you, Dad…but all I need is a little time. I promise that I'll come to you when I need you. But now is not the right time."

He nodded stiffly. "Okay…I guess I can do that." He agreed reluctantly. There was nothing more to be said as he eased into the full county hospital parking lot. It was time to be the person that I wasn't.

.::.

"Why are we here again?" I muttered quietly as I took in the full lobby. Everything was all so very festive. I could feel the gag reflex kicking in. I really didn't want to be here. But I knew that this was part of the job description of being normal. I also knew that this was far better than how I used to be.

"Doctor Cullen gave a large sum of money to this hospital, so that there could be a wing dedicated solely to pediatric care. We as a town, are thanking him for his generous donation." He responded in a tone that suggested he didn't want anyone knowing that he had to remind me about this. He was right to do so. It was kind of terrible for me to forget something this big, and normally I wouldn't. But, the nightmares hadn't really allowed me to keep a clear head either.

"Right."

Charlie moved off to speak to some police friends of his. I greeted them politely before I moved off. Doctor Spinster was in the group as well, and I really didn't want to see him. I hated to be under his scrutinizing gaze. It was unsettling. He has as person was disturbing on his own.

The lobby was small, but welcoming. It didn't scream death, pain, and suffering as most hospitals did. It was warm and I almost felt at ease here. It was an effect that could only be created by the presence of so many people. I bet that when this place emptied it would be as creepy as every other hospital. But, for now it was filled with celebrating town folk who were so visibly aglow with happiness. The atmosphere was kind of nice. Maybe I would enjoy myself tonight.

After a moment of standing their alone, I began to wonder if I should go back to Charlie. I didn't want to appear lonely and lost. God forbid someone come over and try to make conversation with the new girl. I didn't want to cause any awkward moments, and with me that was a certainty. My social life before this was nonexistent at best. All I had before everything had happened was the job that I had to do, and homework. I wasn't even allowed into the public school system because we moved around too much. I was homeschooled, even though my homes were the many run down motels that we stayed in. Life before Forks sucked, but I hadn't yet decided if this new life would suck all the same. I'd have to wait for the school year to start. That was only a little more than a week away. My first real experience with school and people my age. High school. Oh hell.

People were starting to stare as I stood there in the middle of the lobby. I probably look disoriented to them. Maybe I should've moved sooner. I headed directly for the appetizer table, making sure to move with a purpose so they would leave me alone. But who was I kidding? I'm the new girl. The chance of them leaving me to my own was about as good as a turtle really beating a hare. When I arrived at the small, rectangular, fake wood table, covered in a cheap, blue, plastic, tablecloth, I scoped out the pickings. There wasn't much that I wasn't interested in, but I picked up a pig in a blanket anyway and munched away happily…until about a moment later.

All of a sudden I felt a pair of eyes on my back. An uneasy feeling settled over me and I turned around at once. I was ready to strike if need be. But what my eyes met wasn't what I had been expecting at all. A few feet off, separated from a cluster of people, stood the most handsome guy I had ever laid eyes on. After a moment he smiled, but there was something about his smile. It didn't meet his eyes. Could eyes really be that gorgeous shade of honey? I could see them from where I stood. Could anyone really be that gorgeous? But his smile threw me…there was something off about it. I took a hesitant step and he turned away. But I was sure I knew what emotion he was showing in those deep, golden pools. It was bewilderment, and then for the fleetest of moments frustration.

It threw me for a loop. Why would he feel that way? I got my answer when I realized all too late that I had been staring hard at hom, and that emotion probably wasn't frustration at all but annoyance. Stupid! What had I been thinking? That was one way to seal my reputation as being weird.

Someone grabbed my shoulder. I whipped around, startled but ready to do what I had to do. Charlie. I couldn't believe I nearly laid Charlie out right in the middle of this party.

"Don't do that!" I snapped without meaning too.

"I'm sorry, Bells. But I've been calling you for the past five minutes. You weren't listening…are you okay? You look like death." Didn't I always?

"Yeah, I'm fine, really. I'm sorry I didn't hear you. It's a little loud in here." But even as I said this I knew that it wouldn't fly. The room had gotten quiet. Crap.

"You looked pretty zoned out. Are you sure you're okay?" He was so concerned. No one had ever been so worried about me. At least no one ever worried about such a little thing like this. It was kind of nice not to be told to toughen up.

"Yes." I didn't want Charlie to miss something like this. Who knew how many chances Charlie had to get out and meet up with everyone like this.

He looked me over for a minute, before he seemed satisfied that I was telling the truth. "Okay, well we have a table over there. Let's go sit down."

"Doctor Spinster isn't sitting with us, is he?"

There must have been something funny about my tone or expression, because he laughed. "Yes. But don't worry he doesn't bite." No. He may not bite but he sure as hell makes me uncomfortable.I let him lead me to the table. I made a point to sit on the other side of Charlie, as far away from Doctor Spinster as possible. I was not going to spend my night being analyzed. Not that he would ever come close to figuring me out. That would be a feat that only a fellow hunter could take on.

.::.

The meals were served and everyone was fed before we were forced to sit through the speeches. Feed the victims before they are tortured, typical. As the desserts were given out, the mayor took the podium on the haphazardly put together stage. There was no need to wonder why only one person stood up there at a time. No one would be filming a moneymaking video tonight. Finally, his speech was over. There was a round of polite applause from anyone who hadn't fallen asleep or zoned out. But as Doctor Cullen was called up, the room roared with applause whistles and cheers. As my eyes fell on Doctor Cullen himself my mouth dropped. I quickly snapped it shut hoping no one had noticed. He was as gorgeous as the bronze haired guy that had been staring at me.

Doctor. Cullen thanked everyone his topaz eyes, unlike that of the other guy, were beaming with warmth. I didn't hear what he said, but when he pointed out to his family I looked. To my shock the bronze haired boy was there at the table, with a few other unexplainably beautiful people. My eyes locked on the guy, whose back was turned to me.

"His name is, Edward Cullen…he's Doctor Cullen's son." Charlie informed me quietly.

I turned to him. His eyes were glowing with amusement. I could feel the embarrassment creeping in. "Oh." That was all I could say.

"Stop staring, it's rude." He admonished.

"I wasn't st—"

"I saw you just now, and I saw you earlier, too. Don't give me that."

In the month that I had known him, Charlie had never been this observant and I had started to become lax around him. Looks like I'd have to be more careful around him after all. "It won't happen again."

His responding expression told me that he didn't believe me. "Uh-huh."

Luckily for me, he dropped the subject entirely. But when I looked over briefly, Edward was staring at me again. He wasn't just staring now. This time around he appeared to be concentrating. It took him a moment to notice me staring, and he turned around at once. The burly one beside him looked over at me for a moment and then over at Edward again. He was confused too.

"Stop staring."

"Sorry!"

Charlie chuckled. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Learn to love my flaws?"

He rolled his eyes this time. "I'm just going to have to, aren't I?" He mused.

"Do you regret letting me come live with you?" I murmured suddenly worried that I had actually gone too far.

His expression softened as he shook his head. "Not at all."

I offered him a smile. The guilt was settling in like a lead weight at the pit of my stomach. It sucked that I had to lie to this kind man, who cared so much about me; when let's face it, no one else really had bothered. But I suppose this was better than the truth. Anything was better than the truth.

.::.

The speeches were over, and now everyone was mingling again. I stayed seated at the table with Charlie and his friends, while pretended to listen to their dull chitchat. It wasn't what I would call fun, but at least I was doing something a normal teenager would do. Or at least I thought I was, until Charlie turned to me again looking bemused.

"Why don't you go mingle with some ki—people your own age?" He had caught himself this time. He quickly learned that I hated being referred to as a kid. No one had ever referred to me as a child, even when I had been two. I didn't want to hear it from Charlie. I was a young adult now, a teenager or a grown individual…anything but a kid. Look, why don't you go talk to Mike, Jessica, Eric, Angela, Ben, and Lauren over there?"

I glanced over at the table he had pointed out. A bunch of laughing guys and girls, who looked to be my age, occupied the table. I was definitely not interested. "Dad, I just can't barge in on someone's group! People have their groups…" Another pair of eyes on me. I looked over but this time it wasn't Edward, it was Doctor Spinster on the other side of the table. Analyzing me, or whatever psychologists do. Yeah, keep staring, jerk and I'll give you something to analyze in a moment. I didn't like his scrutiny one bit. Didn't he know how creepy he was?

Charlie followed my gaze and did something I refused. He made brought it into the light. "Teenagers. I swear you have to prod them to get them do anything!" He said jokingly. Doctor Spinster laughed. It wasn't the kind of laugh you'd expect. There was no emotion in it. It was undoubtedly fake just like that eerie smile.

"Um…Dad, I'm not feeling well…can we go home?"

Charlie looked at me with that heartbreaking concern. I wasn't lying to him though. I really wasn't feeling well, and that whack job, psychologist wasn't making my life any easier.

Thankfully, Charlie was worried enough to agree to go home with me. He rose to his feet and said his goodbyes before he helped me into my parka. As we made our way out the door I tried to look straight ahead, but I couldn't help but look back at Edward. Still staring. Had he been staring at me this whole time? No. I wasn't that interesting. I looked away quickly, but the new expression on his face was as perplexing as the others. He looked concerned. Oh, Lord! I'm turning into Doctor Spinster. I'm over analyzing everything!Charlie chuckled and tutted. Embarrassed, that I had been caught staring yet again, I stalked toward the door.

Charlie stopped me just when I was about to push open the door that led to my badly needed freedom. "Just one moment, Bella." His voice was authoritative, but in a way he was still asking me to wait. "That was a fine speech you gave, Doctor Cullen." I turned around, I had completely missed that Doctor Cullen had been standing right behind me. Luckily I was able to resist the reflex to flinch. Years of practice earned me that privilege that most didn't have.

"Thank you, you're very kind." He responded humbly as he shook Charlie's outstretched hand.

"Jasper and Alice didn't make it out tonight?" Charlie inquired politely.

"Yes. I'm afraid Jasper is ill with a stomach virus. Alice decided to stay in and care for him."

Charlie sighed and rested his hand on my shoulder. "What a shame. I think it must be going around. Bella has been feeling a little under the weather today too."

Carlisle's eyes met mine. They contained the concern of a doctor. "Well if that is the case. I will be on call tomorrow if I'm needed."

"Thank you, Doctor Cullen." Charlie nudged me lightly.

"I appreciate that, Doctor Cullen." I said at once.

Doctor Cullen smiled and nodded. "Well I hope you get well very soon, Bella."

"Thank you."

Charlie gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Well, we'd better get going. I really don't want to be cleaning the cruiser tonight." He laughed. "Tell your son that we wish him a quick recovery."

"Thank you for your concern. I will tell him just that." Doctor Carlisle replied graciously. "Have a good night."

We were trapped in a few more conversations before we were finally able to leave. Apparently, Charlie was fairly popular. But I guess that was something that came with being the Chief of Police in a small town like Forks. There had been a plus to this, however, I was able to meet a few more people—that weren't the least bit disturbing. I met the Stanley's and their daughter, who my age, and I also met the Webers, Newtons, and the Yorkie's and their children. At least I would know someone on my first day, and because I hadn't been as awkward as I was afraid I'd be, I would be seen as the social awkward square at school. But Jessica Stanley had irritated me a bit. She, along with the others, had noticed Edward staring at me. All she talked about was him. She was obviously obsessed with the boy. All I hoped was that he couldn't hear us, but I didn't dare look back again.

As we walked to the car we were both silent. It wasn't uncomfortable; neither of us felt like making conversation and that was okay with me. That was one of the things I already knew that I loved about Charlie. He never tried to force me into conversation. He spoke when he felt it was necessary, but other than that he let me come to him. And, other than his attempt to get me to see a psychologist, he was letting me heal on my own terms.

But I realized, as we got into the car, that there was something on his mind again. It was going to bother me until I knew exactly what it was, too. That's how I was. If I had done something wrong tonight, I wanted to amend it. "Spit it out, Dad. What did I do?"

Startled, Charlie looked over at me for a moment as if he were attempting to decipher what I meant. When he seemed to understand, he chuckled lightly. "Nothing, Bells."

That wasn't good enough. "Dad, I'm no fool."

"I know you're not, but really it's nothing." He was uncomfortable now. Now I definitely needed to discover the cause.

"Dad, please!"

He didn't answer me until we were on the road. "Fine, it's just…the Cullen boy, Edward. He seems to have taken a keen interest in you…and I don't think it's a good idea for you to be dating anyone right now." He mumbled awkwardly.

I groaned. "Dad, really? We aren't getting into this." Typical normal father, worrying about their daughters and dating boys. I would never admit it, but I kind of liked it.

"Bella, I'm asking you just to consider what I'm saying..." Charlie insisted.

"Fine. I won't date." I wasn't planning to anyway. Someone like me shouldn't be dating anyone. It was too risky. Even though I had come to Forks to start a normal life, there was always that risk that they would find me and then I would have leave before anyone got hurt.

"But, Dad…what's it to you anyway?" I asked curiously, only because of the look on his face as he admitted all of this.

He chuckled again, another awkward sound. "No reason."

Liar. His two-word answer weren't cutting it with me. "Don't do this back and forth thing with me." I warned. "You can tell me anything. I'm your daughter."

"And I'm your father. But you haven't exactly taken advantage of that fact either, now have you?" He replied with a shocking amount of bitterness and at that moment I knew exactly how much my selective silence was hurting him.

"Touché." I said quietly, letting the conversation drop.

Something in my voice must have made him change his mind about telling me. "I guess I'm jealous." He laughed awkwardly. "I only just got you back after seventeen years of never even seeing you." My heart sank. "I don't want anyone stealing you away from me so soon. I want to get to know my daughter, first."

There was no wiping the smile off of my face now. "That's really sweet. But I promise you, I won't be dating anytime soon…and if I do, you'll be the first to know…"

"That's all I ask."

"And if it makes you feel better, I'll take five minutes out of my oh so busy schedule to spend some time with you every week." I made sure that statement was heavy with sarcasm.

He understood that I was teasing and laughed, "Thanks, I guess."

From that moment on I vowed to be more open with Charlie. I would never tell him about what I knew, and the world that he didn't know. Or what I had been doing for the duration of the time that I had been forcefully cut from his life. But we would talk. I'd tell him as much of the truth as I could. I wouldn't lie, because I hated lying. I only lied if it was absolutely necessary. I wondered for a moment what I would do if he ever asked me questions that would require me to tell the truth. I would have to figure out a way to dance around the question without flat out lying or I'd have to do the unthinkable and lie.

"Let's get inside so you can get some rest."

"What?" I looked away from Charlie and was startled to find that we were now sitting in the driveway. "Yeah…okay…" Yeah right. I haven't had a night of restful sleep since I was twelve. "That sounds great." Technically I wasn't lying. Rest did sound wonderful. It was too bad that I wouldn't achieve it.

.::.

The digital clock that sat on my nightstand, read ten when I finally forced myself to put down the book I was reading and try to sleep. The goal was to avoid those merciless thoughts of that night. But, even as I shut off the lamp, and rested my head upon the fluffy down pillow, those memories came flooding in. No sooner had I closed my eyes I found that the darkness had lifted visually, but not physically. I was in that living room, again, lying on my stomach. A shotgun, most likely Phil's, was a few feet from where I was crumpled on the floor. My handgun was still firmly locked in my grip, but it was empty. My head was heavy, but somehow I was able to lift it. I found the missing bullets in the walls of the room, that I now recognized as the living room of our rented home. The pale blue walls were splattered with blood, matching perfectly with the crimson spattered white carpet. There was so much, but why? What happened? I rose to my feet quickly the panic now held me tightly in its iron clutches. "Mom?…Phil?" Where were they? I got my answer when I looked over at the coat hooks against the back wall. They weren't hanging off of them by their clothing…they were impaled on them. But that wasn't enough. Of course not. So the perpetrator had proceeded to rip Phil's heart from his chest and plant it by his feet. Still worse was my mother. She had been gutted, so horrifically that her intestines hung down to her feet. The room had been deathly silent until someone began to whimper. Who the hell was crying?

The macabre scene began to dissipate and before I could find my answers, I was suddenly plunged into that unwelcome dark abyss. That too dissolved in a few moments and I was suddenly back in a place that I had began to call my safe haven. The room that I called my own, in Charlie's home. Charlie wasn't here this time. It meant that I hadn't screamed. This was the first time I had dreamt of the events that took place that night. Something wet meandered down my cheeks. I raised my fingers to my left cheek and, very gently, grazed it as I switched on the lamp, beside my bed, with my freehand. I examined the fluid beneath the glow of the lamplight and was surprised to find that they were tears. My first tears since we burned Mom and Phil on pyres in the woods behind the rented house that had become my hell. The girl in my dream who had been whimpering was me.

Till now the nightmares had only consisted of eerie blackness. The kind of feeling one felt when something bad was going to happen. Occasionally I would see Mom's face but that was it. Now I was dreaming of the later half of the night. But I almost wished that it had come with answers. But the night terror had only been a recap of what I could remember. Everything before that was lost to me. But I knew for sure then what I know now. I was there. I had fought whatever had entered the house and had lost. Whatever killed Phil and Mom had no interest in me. But why couldn't I remember? Henry, an old family friend, had been sure I was suffering from traumatic amnesia and that we would soon find out. Part of me wished that I wouldn't, another part of me wanted to know, and the other part already knew what it was. But I couldn't make sense as to how it got in. This was something Phil had hunted for his entire lifetime. This was one of the predominant things that Mom and I had been trained to hunt down and destroy…well not destroy—that was impossible—but instead send it back where it belonged so it couldn't harm another human being. I couldn't understand it. We had set up all the necessary protections. It shouldn't have been able to get in. How could a demon have gotten into the house? That nagging part of me that knew it had been a demon also insisted that it had some help. But who? Or what?

An eerie yet familiar chill slithered down my spine. Someone was in the room with me. I could feel the presence. I got out of bed at once, and reached for the silver tipped knife I kept beneath my pillow. I unsheathed it from it's protective leather pouch, and rushed for the closet. Whatever it was, was hiding there. I open it at once my hands steady and I was unusual calm. I was too good of a hunter. That wasn't a good thing.

There was nothing inside the closet. The hairs on the back of neck stood on end, and the chills traveled down my spine again. I turned around to find that the window was open. I bit back a laugh. I had forgotten to secure the window. That was all. My hand grazed the rocking chair briefly. It was cold to the touch. It felt odd and out of place. Just the chill, and I needed to chill. Nothing was coming for me. Henry and the others didn't even know I was back in Forks there was no way that anything that I had hunted in the past would find me here.

I chuckled to myself and walked back to bed. I slipped the knife into it's leather pouch and back beneath the pillow before I headed for my open window. I stuck my head out, and stared up at the sky. I could still see the stars and the moon but the clouds were quickly returning. The air was crisp but chilly, and everything was quiet. Everything was as it should be. When I retreated back inside, I laughed again at my silliness before closing and locking the window. As I moved back to crawl underneath the warm blankets of my bed, I glanced over at the journal on my desk before I glanced over at the digital clock on my nightstand. 3:00 AM.

It was cold and I wanted to go back to the security of my bed, but I felt the need to write and at the moment it's what I needed to be doing. I pulled back the creaky, old oak chair and sat down. I flipped open to the page following my last entry and picked up my blue ballpoint pen:

September 2nd, 2009

Mom,

I start my Junior year of High school on the tenth and I still can't get a full night's sleep. Maybe I should convince Charlie to let me continue to be home schooled. Nah. That wouldn't work out at all. I'll just have to push through this and toughen up like Phil would say. Phil was an asshole. I know you hated it when I say these things but it's true. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I dreamt about what happened to you six months ago. I didn't get any answers but I can feel them coming. This traumatic amnesia must be lifting. Don't worry, Mom, justice is coming and then I'm done with this life forever.

Love,

Bella


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