***DISCLAIMER! I do not own Jacob Black, or any twilight caracters. Others you haven't heard of before though, I do. The Impala idea as well as the whole hunter thing is where Supernatural comes in.

Heather "The Executioner" O'Connell was a troubled girl when she was younger, always seeking to hurt people. She never did understand why. But one day, she stumbles upon a wounded werewolf and killed it, keeping one of it's canines as a necklace she still wears to this day. When she moves to our dear Indian reservation of La Push, and meets Jacob Black, what will happen? Well, of course, Jacob will imprint on her (or else this story could never exist). But, how will Heather take it? Will she welcome it as a treaty of peace between her and the creatures she fights or will she fight back... And maybe kill Jacob and the pack in the process? After all, can Hunter and Hunted come together?

Hello, my name is Heather O'Connell. I just moved to the La Push reserve right next to the city of Forks, Washington. Why? Because that's where the arrow landed when I shot it at the map of the United States of America.
I'm a hunter. Not your typical hunter though, I don't exactly hunt the type of game your father does. No, my hunting can prove to be much more difficult. You see, I hunt creatures that go bump in the night. The monsters that show up in your nightmares, like the boogie-man or that thing in your closet. Maybe even that beast under your bed, and that werewolf howling to the moon at midnight, stuff like that. I kill the creatures that would send you running for the safety of your bed with a grin on my face.
You see, as horrible as my job may seem, it's what I had always dreamed of doing. Since I was nothing but a little child, I was always seeking ways to satisfy my hunger for seeing others in pain, while constantly arguing with the second part of my mind, which hated the human pain I was causing. I was always the fighter, the smart-ass rebel the teachers would hate, and everyone would be jealous of. They'd also call me a vampire because of my deathly pale skin. I'd grin evilly, but I would never deny their claims. Because who knows, maybe I really am one.
So, I spent most of my free time hanging around the local cemetery, finding refuge amongst the dead.
I never really understood why I was the way I was, but that was the place where fate finally decided to give me a chance at being awesome.

I was sitting on a tombstone, with my earphones in my ears, listening to MCR while popping my gum. This had become my new way of relaxing lately. Suddenly, I saw a blur of something flash between two tombstones near me.
A devilish grin spread on my face, and I reached into my pocket, pulling a pocket knife out. I crouched down slightly, and walked towards the tombstone I saw the thing disappear behind slowly.
I didn't really know what it was, but I made sure I got rid of it. After having stabbed it through the heart, I chopped its head off and burned the body to ashes before ripping one of its canines out of its mouth, and tying it on a leather string, a constant reminder of how I got here.

I grabbed the necklace around my neck, taking a deep breath as I did so.
I had learned a lot since then. Like, for instance, that the first creature I ever killed was a werewolf.
With my duffel bag on my shoulder, I walked up the stairs of the small house I had managed to find.
It was really more of an abandoned shack, but that's just a detail.
I looked around the living room I was standing in, dropping my bag on the couch, causing a cloud of dust to rise to the air.
I coughed and choked a tad as I breathed in the dust motes.

"phew, this place needs some cleaning done." I mumbled to myself, as I went back to my car, a midnight black 1967 Chevy impala , and pulled out the rest of my stuff from the trunk.
To say the truth, I planned to be staying here for longer than usual, probably catching up on my schooling and finishing high-school. I'll try anyways, no promises.

I decided to take a look through the shack, listing what I'd have to buy.

~~~

All in all, there were two rooms, a kitchen, a basement, a bathroom with a working shower (thank gods) and of course the living room.
I could live with this.
I needed a lot of things though, and I wasn't sure where the hell I would find the money to buy any of it.
I could probably get a job somewhere, to pay for my car, my food and the supplies I'd need.

But I wasn't going to fret over this quite yet, I would check out the local high-school first, and see how I'd do in it.
After installing a blow up mattress on the floor, covered in a silver and black comforter, I grabbed the keys to the impala, and drove off.

~~~

I walked up the stairs to the building that said 'main entrance' and stepped through the great big double doors, and getting lost twice before finding the office.

"could I help you at all, honey?" said a sickly sweet voice from behind the desk.
The name tag on the elderly lady said "Beatrice".

"uh yeah, I'd like to enroll?" I said, laying my Irish accent heavily on my words. I could hide it better, but it was much funner to mess with people's heads. I popped my gum loudly, acting like a 13 year old all over again. You'd think that being 17 would make you any more mature, but you'd be wrong.

Beatrice's eyes widened behind her thick rimmed glasses, which she pushed further up her nose.

"oh, my! I believe I would like to speak with your parents, young lady." she said with a rather grandmotherly tone of voice.
I almost winced at the mention of my parents, but I kept an emotion-less mask on my face.

"Can't. They're dead." I lied. They had kicked me out four years ago when I told them about the beast in the cemetery. They were as good as dead to me.
The lady gasped, her hand barely covering her mouth and her features displaying shock.

"well, I'm so sorry to hear that. Now, I'm here if you want to talk, you said you wanted to come to this school right?"
I just nodded, and popped my gum again. Dentyne Cinnamon, my favorite.

She shuffled through paperwork, handing me a handful of papers and a pen and ordering me to sit and fill them out.
Most I found rather hard to answer, like address and stuff, but I managed.
I handed the pile back with a smirk as she read it over, her face portraying her emotions exactly.

After typing in somethings in the computer, she handed me a schedule and a blank piece of paper, which as I looked more closely, had dates written in pink ink.

"This will be your first day, the time your classes start at, and the time they end. Here is the list of things you will need, which isn't much because you're already a semester late, but anyways. Good luck, honey!" Beatrice smiled at me with that grand-motherly cheeriness that just chilled me to the bone.
I'd check her background later, but first things first.
Getting a job.

I stopped by the shack, only to find the door slightly ajar.
I quietly slipped back to the car, grabbed my trusty Desert Eagle .50 caliber, and did the drill check, ending with the room I had taken as my own.
There, on my mattress, was a boy. More like a man.
A naked man.

I crept over to him, and prodded him in the side with the tip of my gun, earning nothing but a groan and a muffled response.

"Get the hell out of my house" I hissed loudly enough for him to hear, and he froze.

"get on the ground, on your knees with your hands behind your head. NOW!" I added the last part when he didn't move.

"but I don't have any clothes on" he said in a 'duh' tone, earning a snarl from me.

"I don't care. Just do it!" when he still didn't move, I grabbed the hair at the back of his head, and threw him on the ground, letting him scramble to get in the position I had ordered him to get into as I pointed the gun at his head.

His eyes widened when they met mine, and I figured he was surprised to see what I looked like.
I guess I didn't tell you, huh? I have blood red hair, with coal black eyes and a skin complexion a pale as a vampire's. Trust me, I would know.
In fact, I had a special gun that had special werewolf-canine-bullets and had Lamia Trucido carved in it's handle. It meant Vampire Slayer.
I even had a special werewolf killing gun too! With vamp-venom-bullets and Lupus Venator carved in its handle. This one means Wolf Hunter.
Speaking of bloodsuckers, I met this clan of vampires once, they called themselves Volturi or something like that. Bunch of wimps. I showed them who's the boss. I even have a new name!
The Executioner. I like it.

"What are you?" I spat in his face. I had noticed his temperature when I had grabbed his head, it was too high for a human to live through it.
I saw him gulp visibly, and smirked.

"um, I-I'm human, what are you talking about?" he stumbled over his words.
I laughed out loud, the sound resonating through the place.

"Bull Shit. I know a monster when I see one." my icy posture came back instantly, and my voice dripped with venom.
He gulped again.
"Shape-Shifter. Werewolf. Call it what you want." he said, his head lowering for a moment.
I thought of putting a bullet through him, for a moment. It wouldn't kill him, but it would make him think twice about bugging me again.
I don't know why, but I decided against it.

"You're lucky I don't have the right gun for eliminating your kind in my hands, or you'd be dead. Go, scram. But if you ever set paw in this place again, I will end you." I hissed, and motioned to th window with my gun. He scrambled to it, and shot through the back yard, shifting the moment he hit the trees.
I sighed, and ran a hand through my fiery hair, placing my gun beside my make0shift bed and laying down. I was out the moment my head hit the pillow.

{Jacob's POV}

Dude, I can't believe you finally imprinted. I'm real happy for you man, but The Executioner? Now, that's just too funny! Paul burst out laughing in my wolf mind as I ran to my house.
I had just received Bella's invitation to her wedding, and was about to leave, when I decided to crash in that small shack of a house for the night.
Just my luck, I'd stumble upon The Executioner and imprint on her, while she waved a gun at my face.
Shut up Paul, you imprinted on Rachel, remember? How would you feel if she randomly pointed a gun at your face and told you that the only reason you were getting out of this alive, is because she has the wrong god damned gun in her hands. I snarled at him as he came into view.
that's right, I was going back to my place. I knew I couldn't run away from this, and Bella didn't seem as important to me anymore. Bella who?
We knew of Heather 'the Executioner' O'Connell only because of that stunt she pulled on the Volturi. They had sent a leech over to the Cullen's to warn us about her.
Word is that she will kill anything that's not human. She doesn't care what your allegiances are, she'll just blow your brains out.
I whined as my wolf form reached the small house I had grown up in. I knew I'd have to report to Sam soon. And tell my dad. Can't wait. Note the sarcasm.

A/N: This story is from Mibba, for those that are on there. I have an account on there as well, and it's already at chapter 32, so... Review and I'll update.