Ever since my thirteenth birthday my life has been messed up. I've been doing things that no one should have to do! Things that aren't natural! Things that still give me nightmares! This is the story of how my mother's death changed my life.

It was October 31, my thirteenth birthday. I never really celebrated my birthday, I always just went trick-or-treating with my friends.

That night it was the first night we could go by ourselves. I was dressed up in pretty much the same outfit, well it was the same exact outfit. I did it on purpose just to freak them out. But anyway, I was wearing long black jeans that were ripped, slashed, and frayed, with a white tank top under a black, beat-up hoodie. My black combat boots were pounding against the concrete, and my knife was rubbing against my leg, creating new rips, but I didn't care.

My friends were beside me making a joke. We all laughed. Tammie was a girl from the 50's transport to this time. She was supposed to act lost. Cassandra was one of those magicians that wore a long cape and really short, shorts.

As we were about to walk up to the last house before we started heading back, and going to any houses we might have missed, my phone started ringing. I checked the time fifteen minutes to ten, then I answered it. It was my father.

"Bella! You need to come home! Now!! It's your mother! Never mind! You won't get home in time! I will pick you up! I'll be there in five minutes! Stay where you are!! Where are you?!" My dad was freaking me out.

"Dad! I'm at Mrs. Walter's place. What's wrong with mom!" I was in such a panic. It was written all over my face, and body was frozen still. I couldn't move. My friends were looking at me with curiosity, and concern.

"I'll tell you when I pick you up! Just stay where you are 'til I get there! I love you and I'll see you soon." Then my dad hung up, and I started crying. We walked up to Mrs. Walter's house, wrung the door bell, but didn't say anything.

When Mrs. Walter opened the door, saw the tears that were streaming down my face, she embraced me, and invited us in. Everyone stared to ask me questions, but all the answer I could give them was me sobbing into my hands. They seem fine with after the first two minutes. Then my dad rushed in, grabbed me, and left with a murmured "Thank you, Mrs. Walter." We were in the car and at our house before I could fully calm myself down. Dad didn't get out of the car right away so I thought now was a good time to ask what was happening.

"Dad, what's wrong with mom?" He stayed focus on the scenery in front of him when he answered.

"I was down stairs cleaning up dinner, I heard your mom screaming. I ran up the stairs skipping two at a time. When I got there she had blood dripping down her neck, coming from a crescent shaped scar. There was a man standing over her, with pale white skin, blood red eyes, black hair that went down to his neck, and blood smeared over his mouth. He looked like god come to take your mother away." At this point he looked down at his hands, and tears were falling into his lap.

"So, are you saying she was k-k-killed by a va-vampire?" This was too much for me to take in. I started crying again.

"I'm so sorry this happened. And yes that is exactly what I'm saying. I am so sorry sweetheart." He finally looked up at me then, and I saw pure hatred for the beast that did this.

"I promise to find him and kill him." I vowed truthfully.

"First, it was one more vampire that helped kill her, a women. And second, you are gonna need training if you plan on fighting them." He looked directly at me then, relying a message saying I am with you one hundred percent. "I will teach you myself. I was once a vampire slayer. I would be honored to teach you all I know." Now his eyes held affection. I nodded once and looked away trying to imagine what the monsters looked like.

Three years later, I finally found them located in Forks, Washington. I walked up to their house. It was the same time that they killed my mother. I fixed my blades so that they were right up against my arms.

Since then I started training I never once called my father dad. It was now Mark. He taught me how to shred a vampire, and how to burn them. I've only practiced it. But now I could do it for real. I wasn't scared, Mark told me I was a natural born vampire slayer. In other words, no vampire could smell me, track me, penetrate my mind, or hear me at all, which most slayers have to learn how to do.

I approached the door and knocked. They were startled, I could sense it. Definitely he opened the door he seemed shocked. He couldn't smell me, or hear my heart beat. I smiled up at him brightly.

Then I lunged at him, attaching. He was thrown off guard, but soon regained his composure. He tried slashing me with his arms but I cut off his hands before he could even get within a foot of my face. Again he was shocked and confused. I could almost hear his thoughts. How did she do that! She is a human! This thought made me laugh. Before he could look up from his hands, and thoughts I cut off his head, the his arms and legs.

Next I moved on to the female. She was in complete shock. She kept looking from her mate to me. When she looked at my there was something I didn't expect to see there. I think it was compassion? No, it was hope that she wouldn't meet the same fate. But she was so wrong! Quickly I cut off her head, just wanting this to be over, then I finished up by burning the house down. Then it was over. It happened all so fast I was shocked. I stared walking over to our home.

That was four years ago. Now I'm 20, but posing as 17 at the local high school. We decided to live there. My main job is done, but if a vampire comes across this town they are quickly killed. I still train every night, and during the day I'm a star student. Since the beginning I haven't once celebrated my birthday, or Halloween. I also haven't talked to my friends from the night my mother died. They actually think that my father and I are dead. We staged our own deaths. We burned our house down and planted fake bodies in the ashes.

My life has definitely changed since my mother's death. But I've gotten used to it. Monsters that go bump in the night don't scare me anymore and I've learned that death is only a state of mind.