I sat looking out through the small window of the plain, looking at the grey clouds that now surrounded me instead of the sunny skies that usually did. I was on my way to a small reservation next to some town named after a freakin utensil. The reservation I was headed towards was called La Push, that's pretty much all I knew about the place, I didn't have much time to research it further. That's something I've learned over these past two years, that when you're on the run, you don't really have time to do much of anything.

Let me explain, first of my name is Isabella Swan my parents were Renée and Charlie Swan. I say were because they were killed four years ago by an organization that specializes in… the assured disappearance of people.

They called themselves the Ark Angels, how appropriate (note the sarcasm), it means the angels of death. They dealt primarily with assassinations, but would at times do some information gathering, tracking, collecting, side things like that.

Anyway, they're the ones who took my parents out, but honestly, I don't really blame them, as in the organization. I don't blame them because they were hired to do it, they didn't kill them just because they felt like it. They were hired by a man that had wanted to buy my dads electronics company, that was apparently doing very good, so he could get rich and live the luxury life and all that fucked up nonsense.

Of course, my dad said no, since he loved his company, he had worked like hell to get it were it was. But that only made Jeorge, that was the bastards name, mad. So he went and hired the arkers to kill my parents so he could buy the company off of me, since it would be left to me. He knew that I wouldn't be able to run it because of my young and inexperienced age.

It happened while we were at home. We were having a BBQ in the back yard. Mom and dad were attending to the grill, well dad was attending to the grill while my mom reprimanded him for almost burning one of the steaks. I was setting the table in the garden when all of a sudden I heard a platter hit the floor.

I turned to find my mom in my dad's hands with blood coming out of her chest and my dad with an expression of complete shock. Next thing I know my dad's on the ground now along with my mom with blood coming out of his forehead with the facial expression of shock still etched on his face.

I stood there for who knows how long just staring at their lifeless bodies. When I came back to my senses it was dark outside, but I didn't really care because the only thing I could think was 'that bastard killed them'. Only for a second I considered that maybe it could have been someone else, but then I remembered that day…the day my dad had rejected Jeorge's offer for the last time.

Flashback

"Bella!" I heard dad call

"I'm at the front" I called back from the front desk were I was messing with the company computer.

"Bella did you see where I put that envelope I brought in with me?" he asked while walking towards me and scouting around.

"Which one?" I asked looking around the desk.

"I hope it's the one I gave to you" said a dude while walking in through the front door

'what the hell, excuse you' I think but say " What can I help you with sir"

He just looks at me as if I'm a bug that needs stepping on.

'son of a bi-' my thoughts were interrupted by dad asking the dude what he wanted.

"You know exactly what I want Charlie so lets just get it over with so we can stop wasting my time" he said with the most annoyingly arrogant voice I have ever heard.

By the end of his sentence I was staring at him with an incredulous look on my face.

"I've told you many times already Mr. Crowly, or Jeorge" he said in a mocking Italian accent, "We are not selling you the company, no matter what your offer is, so please stop wasting ourtime and leave us alone." dad said finishing with a tone of finality.

Jeorge walked up to dad with a murderous expression on his face

"Are you sure about that, because you know, I always get what I want Mr. Swan,and it would be a shame to stop, the pattern now" he said stressing the last part.

"Yes, I'm sure" dad answered back stressing the words too.

"Mr. Swan, I am giving you one final chance to reconsider and sell me the company, because if you don't I can assure you, you will regret it"

Now, I've had enough, "Excuse me sir," I said mockingly, "but I believe my father has made it perfectly clear, that we are not interested in selling the company. So if you please" I pointed my hand behind him, directing him towards the door, "don't let the door hit you on the way out." I said the last part with a pleasant smile on my face, the kind I used to greet and assist customers with.

"Well you heard her" dad said with unconcealed pride in his voice.

He looked at me for a second before turning towards my dad,

"I'm going to have this company one way or another. Even if the other way, is by getting rid of you." he said to just my dad as if I wasn't even there.

He stared at my dad for another few seconds before walking out.

"God what an ass" I said while turning towards my dad.

"That's an understatement" he says still looking out the front door

"Anyway what was with my father, and all those fancy words?" he said to me.

"I was trying to sound professional okay" I said exasperated.

"Sure, whatever you say" he said mockingly.

I stick out my tongue at him and we both laugh it off.

End Flashback

After remembering that, I had no doubt in my mind that it was him who had killed my parents. It was him who had taken them away. He killed them….

And now, he was going to pay.

After my mind was set, I walked inside my house into my parent's bedroom and rummaged through their closet looking for what I would need in order to do to that bastard what he had done to my parents.

I found it way in the back inside an old shoebox. My dad's precaution gun. It was a 9mm handgun nothing fancy.

After getting out of their closet I went over to my mom's drawers. The very top one, and got the cash she hid in the back right corner inside some gloves.

After I had changed into some faded jeans and a brown shirt with a sweater over it, I strapped the gun between the back of my pants and me, put the money in my pocket and walked out of the house. I climbed in my dad's truck and sat there thinking of where that bastard would be. I couldn't come up with anything so I decided just call his office and find out.

I called pretending to be one of my dad's assistants, saying that my dad had reconsidered Jeorge's proposition and was willing to sell the company, so he needed to talk to him right away.

She informed me that he was at Club Angels. I hung up the phone as soon as she said the name. I took one last look at my house knowing I wouldn't b coming back to it, and drove way. While driving towards the club I called the cops and informed them of the lifeless bodies in the back yard, hung up and threw the phone out the window.

I made it to the club and parked in the back. When I got to the front I saw that the line went all the way around the corner. I didn't even bother making my way to the back of it, just walked straight to the front of it to the door. The bouncer at the front saw me and was about to say something to me, probably to go to the back or that I was way too young to even go in, but one look into my eyes, and he let me pass without a word.

I heard people complaining behind me but I honestly didn't care. Inside there was way too loud and crappie music playing, and lots of people rubbing up against each other on the dance floor. I did a quick scan of the dance floor and bar to see if he was there, but soon confirmed that he wasn't, so I started checking the sitting areas and tables. I found the bastard close to the back of the club where the fucking wanna be VIP's sit. He was sitting in a wide both like table, him in the middle with two other lady's on either side of him. The three of them were laughing about something when I walked up to the table.

I didn't even give him the chance to see me, I just took out the gun, aimed at his head and pulled the trigger.

I heard screams of panic all around me but didn't care, I could tell people were running out of the club by the sound of stomping feet but again, I didn't care. All I cared about was that the bastard paid.

I looked around me to see that the club was nearly empty, so I put the gun back were I had hidden it and walked to the back door, and left in my truck.

I drove to the beach and sat on one of the benches. I was there, staring at the stars for about an hour before some guy walked up to me, looked at me, and sat next to me. Neither of us spoke at first, but then after less than three minutes he spoke. He told me that he had seen me shoot Jeorge and that I had good aim. He also apologized because he had been the one to kill my parents.

When he said that, the damn broke loose. Tears and sobs escaped from me. It had finally really hit me that my parents were dead, that I would never see them again, that I would never be with them again, not until I died at least.

The stranger guy hugged me and let me cry on him without a word. At some point I was able to calm down. The strangers name I found out was David, and he explained to me that he was from the Ark Angels Organization, and that if I wanted to join since I didn't have anybody anymore. Knowing that he was right, that I didn't even have any relatives, I accepted.

When we got to their HQ, David took me to talk to the boss to make me officially an arker. He explained to the boss what I had done and that I had no one left to care for me. The boss, whose name was Jack, agreed to let me join and that even he would be the one to train me.

He taught me many different things, different types of fighting styles, the appropriate way to handle different types of weapons, how to turn ordinary objects into weapons, how to hotwire and drive all different kinds of vehicles and a lot more stuff of that sort. He also made sure that my academic education also progressed.

It took me a little more than a year to perfect my skills, and by then Jack had become like a father to me and everyone else in the organization like a family. It was hard at first when I began seeing them as my family because it reminded me of my real one, but then one day they told me that they would never replace or even try to replace my real family, that no one could, but that they would take care of me, and care for me like one.

After that I kept on training and accepted them as my long lost family, the family that I never knew but did have.

By the time I was fifteen (I had been thirteen when I joined) I already had a very good reputation among customers and the other members, and also by then, the knowledge of the…hidden things in the world had already fallen into the whatever category.

The hidden things. Meaning the supernatural. Supernatural as in vampires and werewolves. The only real reason I even learned about them was because five of our members, were supernatural.

There was Christina and Kristal, twins and both vampires. They were both tall around 5'9, brown hair, Christina's long Kristal's short (the only way you could tell them apart), pale skin, and red eyes. They would drink human blood but never within the organization or even within the city. Those two taught me all about vampires, or at least all they new.

They tried to teach me how to defend myself from one of them. My reflexes and senses did get improve and increase but not enough to stand up against a vampire. They were still way too fast for me. So Christina used her power to make me special weapons so I could at least stand a bit of a chance of living if fighting a vampire. Her power was the ability to create a metal so strong it could actually pierce a vampire's skin. So she made me a gun and plenty of bullets made out of nothing but that metal, along with a bunch of knives, all different sizes.

Kristal felt bad not being able to give me anything to defend myself with, so instead she helped me practice, with her as my target.

It took me a while to use them properly since they were so much heavier than what I was used to, but I soon got the hang of it.

The other three supernaturals were the Children of the Moon. Werewolves. They were Andy, Lina, and Monica.

Andy was your average good looking guy. Tall, around 6'2, muscular, toned body, dark brown hair, darkish Native American colored skin and grey eyes. He was the sweet caring type of guy, but he was also the hurt the ones I love and your dead type of guy.

Lina and Monica were your average beauties.

Lina, although beautiful, was pretty short, around 5'4, she also had raven colored waist length hair, a lighter Native American skin color, a toned body, and green eyes. She was the sweet heart, the one that was always nice and always protected you, until you made her mad or really worried, then all hell would break loose. She was mated to Andy.

Lastly was Monica. Monica was 5'7, dark brown shoulder length hair, dark Native American colored skin and greenish eyes. Monica was the hard as fun type. She worked your ass off when training or working, but when it came to having fun or just chilling she was awesome. She was Andy's sister. They taught me all they knew about the Children of the Moon and also about other shape shifters. They also trained me in some of their fighting style, the styles from their culture, they were a bit tough to learn, but I got the hang of it.

Anyway, when I was fifteen and a few months. One of our members had accidentally killed a bystander when trying to kill one of his victims. Her name was Sandra Malry. What we didn't know was that she had been Gustav Reconero's only granddaughter. Gustav Reconero, the biggest mob boss in phoenix.

Gustav swore on Sandra's grave that he would make us pay, by killing us all off (sound familiar). We didn't think much of it, because who the hell would try to kill off a bunch of people who also know how to kill. Gustav, that's who.

One night. We were caught off guard one night, and two hundred and fifty-three of our members were killed.

There were two hundred and eighty-eight of us….. Only thirty-five of us survived.

Those of us who survived new we were being hunted down. We knew because we had heard Gustav swear that he would rather die than leave any of us alive. He said this as he watched our HQ burning to the ground and while we were escaping.

So that's why I'm here on a plane and on my way to La Push. The reason for La Push is because of the house that's there that belongs to my dad, well now to me. A few days before dad died he and mom met with their lawyer and wrote their will. They had already known what was going to happen I guess. They'd left everything to me. To my surprise it was quite a lot. Quite a few houses, here and there, and plenty of cash. They also left the company to me, but since I was still too young to run it, Jack was taking care of it. He's still taking care of it, thankfully he was one of the few to make it, the supernaturlas made it too.

Anyway I was heading there because of how small the town was. It would help me keep a low key. Besides, it was were my dad grew up.

I'm finally here, and as I get off the plane and head over to the luggage claim I see many of the passengers hugging some loved ones, are leaving in a hurry to get to their loved ones, are here on vacation, are here to start fresh….

As for me… I'm here to see how long I'll be able to stay here before I'm run out like always, and to see what other boring adventures I can get myself into.

Well… let's see… and find out.