Disclaimer: Twilight is copyright of Stephenie Meyer, and Little Brown Publishing; Supernatural is copyright of Eric Kripke and Warner Brothers. I am in no way affiliated with any of them, this is me borrowing the characters to have a little fun, they are not mine. This fic screws around with cannon of both worlds a little to fit the worlds together but keeping as close as possible to both. No copyright infringement is indented, and no money is being made by me for this.

Chapter 1

"Dad it's going to be OK we're almost there."

I'm flooring the gas peddle going at 120mph, which no one would think this beat up old car could do; what with the fact it is pieced together from parts of about every make and model of car commonly found on the road in the last three decades, and the chipped paint in differing shades of red with rust spots, but she's got it where it counts. And the hidden fact it has four wheel drive, extremely superior suspension and very good handling comes in handy too when speeding through wet mountain roads near the small town of Forks Washington. I could also state the fact there is an extremely big hidden arsenal in the trunk, full of guns, rock salt, holly water, crosses, books of incantations and everything else a hunter of supernatural beings could ever want; but that's a little irrelevant at the moment considering the reason I am currently driving at insane speeds along wet twisty roads as my father Charlie is currently bleeding to death in my back seat, and my dogs an Alaskan Malamute, German Shepherd mix named Swift and little Caviler King Charles Spaniel named Scruff; are riding shotgun and softly whining.

You see we were tracking this thing a county away that was killing the local population, and it happened to be very large and have very sharp claws and teeth, and even though we killed it Charlie ended up on the wrong side of said claws and a couple of those teeth. So you'd think the first thing after stemming the flow of blood sufficiently I'd do is take him to the hospital, but no such luck because Charlie's got some pretty strange injuries and that will take a lot of explaining, and the wounds are too extensive for me to treat alone. Panicked the first thing I did was call Bobby Singer, who gave me the number for a very special doctor who he heard is currently close by in Washington state. So that's where we are headed to now, Doctor Cullen's house outside Forks. I've heard of him before and I have to say I'm very dubious about going but I have heard nothing but good things about him, many hunters owe him their lives, and I am rather desperate at the moment to keep my father alive. The only reason I have my doubts though is because Doctor Carlisle Cullen and his family are vampires, even though they are not normal vampires because they only drink the blood of animals, there is a lot of human blood involved in Charlie's current condition and I don't know how much a temptation his blood would be. Not to mention my dogs, would they be fair game?

That thought finished I pulled into the drive way of the house and slammed on the brakes stopping to a dead halt outside the door. No sooner had I stepped out of the car when I was met by a very beautiful pale, blond haired man with topaz eyes, and looked too young to be an experienced Doctor such as he, but in his case appearances are deceiving, because I knew him to be over three hundred years old.

"How long ago, and what attacked your father?"

"About twenty minutes, I've stoped most of the bleeding, but he's in bad shape. It was a black dog, he's lucky to get away with his life so far."

Doctor Cullen moved to get to Charlie in the back but was blocked by 125lbs of currently rather stupid but fiercely loyal snarling dog. "Could you please remove your dog? I'd rather not inadvertently hurt it."

Quickly knowing what Swift is like when confronting the supernatural, I grabbed hold of the chain around her neck and tugged her back, "Swift, Platypus!" At the strange look the doctor gave me at screaming a strangely unconnected animal from Australia at my dog I explained quickly, "my dogs are taught most commands in code so no one can call off my dogs that don't know the code, or guess, I use words that no one is likely to think of or use. I mean who shouts 'platypus' at a snarling dog-"

"Because that's the first thing I think of," a week shaky voice called out from the back seat.

"Dad!" I cried realising he's regained consciousness.

"Hay Bells," he croaked out in answer.

"I'm Doctor Carlisle Cullen, how are you feeling Mr Swan?" Doctor Cullen asked as he examined my father quickly in the back of my car.

"I'm OK," Charlie lied sounding rather pathetic.

"I seriously doubt that, but you will be, I promise."

At that vampire lifted Charlie out of the back of the car and ran at inhuman speed into the house. I shut my dogs into the car and ran inside to be greeted by another inhumanly beautiful woman with a heart shaped face, delicate eyebrows , topaz eyes and caramel coloured hair and had slender yet rounded figure standing at about 5'6. "Hello dear I'm Esme, Carlisle's wife. Just go upstairs and to his office, he's taken your father there. If there is anything I can get you to help don't hesitate to ask."

"Um, thanks," was all I could stammer out before running up the stairs, where I had no problem finding the office. I wasn't used to vampires being nice, it threw me a little. Dr Cullen was working on my father who was obviously unconscious again.

"You're father is a pretty lucky man, no internal bleeding. Just a possible bruised kidney, three cracked ribs, his right leg is broken in two places, left arm has a a possible hairline crack, and some really deep lassorations to the chest area and a nasty bite to the left shoulder. It sounds bad but really could be a lot worse considering. I have him sedated at the moment. Did you apply holy water to the wounds?"

"Yes Doctor Cullen sir, as soon as I was sure the thing was dead it was the first thing I done, then did my best to stop the bleeding, and I called Bobby Singer because he's got lots of contacts and I knew it was bad, I'd no idea how to explain all this to the hospital. That's how I got your number though you didn't seem to surprised I called you."

"Please Miss Swan call me Carlisle, and lets just say I have a gifted family. My daughter Alice can see the future, she had a vision of you coming," he explained as he hooked a bag of blood up to the IV he had put in Charlie's arm. "Good thing too, I don't keep blood stalked here, as much as I love and trust my family it would be too much of a temptation for Jasper, he has problems adjusting, and if I did, AB negative is hard to come by, luckily I have a few contacts that helped me get some in a hurry."

"Do you have enough? You can have some of mine as well... I have a body to go back to and salt and burn but when I get back... or I could call Bobby again see if he knows if there is anyone else in the area..."

"Well actually I only have this one unit and he has lost a lot of blood. The bleeding has stopped now, which you done an excellent job at stopping if I may say so Miss Swan--"

I blushed at the complement and interrupted, "Bella, please call me Bella, and I'll call Bobby no problem, see if he knows anyone in the area..."

"It's okay Bella it's being taken care of as we speak, I sent my sons Edward and Jasper off to do the clean up and I think Alice accompanied them."

"Thanks, you didn't have to do that. I mean I have a while to do the job before it comes back to life even if I didn't find someone in the area to do it."

"It's no problem, as I understand it your father is a grandson of well Charlie," he replied as he continued to clean stitch up the wounds on my father's chest.

"That's right he was named after Grandpa Charlie." My great grandfather Charles Fredrick Campbell was a hunter as well, in fact my family comes from a very long line of hunters stemming back eighteen generations that we know of. Not all the members of those generations were hunters, in fact many tried to get away from it. If it wasn't for the curse on our family that was put on one of my ancestors that stated he and all his children and their children and their children's children and every generation of his descendants for that matter, will never be left alone by the supernatural and have an uncanny way of attracting trouble of that nature; they may have lived to enjoy a happy life away from 'the family business'. So why not just stop having children you may as? Well the same curse ensures that at least one is born into the next generation and survive to create the next one. Anyway this same curse struck my Grandpa Charlie with avengeance and he was turned into a vampire. He like the Cullen's only drinks the blood of animals, and always says if he was to take even one human life he would be no better than the things he hunts. In an effort to not be a monster he still is a hunter and uses his superior vampire skills to his advantage. I have only met him a handful of times though, and went on an entire hunting trip with him once, but have talked lots of times on the phone.

"See that makes you practically family. There is so few of us that live our lifestyle, we all like to think of ourselves as an extended family. Besides I wanted Jasper out of the house so he wouldn't have any problems. Anyway the equipment is over there, do you think you can do it yourself?"

"Yea sure." So I sat down in the corner and applied the tourniquet and started to find a vain. This was going to be a long night.

***

It was a few hours later and Carlisle had finished stitching, cleaning and dressing wounds, as well as set Charlie's leg, and put his left arm in a cast. which turned out to have not just one but three hairline cracks when he took the x-rays. It turns out Carlisle has practically a whole hospital set up in his office. When I asked, he joked that he didn't have a CT scanner. Though he would be interested to see how the insides of a vampire differs from a human, or if it could see through their skin because apparently most other equipment he could try discretely, can't. Then he insisted on checking me over to make sure I was OK, which I am; just a sprained wrist that he insisted on binding for me.

So here I am sitting on a chair next to the bed in Carlisle's office, Charlie drifting in and out of sleep. I could hear voices downstairs and getting closer, or should I say only one voice and it was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard, it's tone that of pure velvet.

"It's taken care of Carlisle. Alice and Jasper have gone to the airport. Yes I know Emmett and Rose are not going to be back for another week. Alice had a vision, apparently Charlie's coming for a visit. He's coming to check on his favorite grandson after he got your call."

That was strange. Yes I knew Grandpa Charlie always kept in contact with my dad as much as possible but favorite? I didn't think he perfared one grandson over the other. There really was only my dad and my uncle Fred left. Before he was turned he had two sons, Samuel, and my paternal grandfather Mitchell.

Samuel married a woman named Deanna and they had only one girl Mary. Mary defying the family's golden rule of 'it's hunt them or die by them' fell in love with John Winchester and they had two kids Dean and then Sam; but of course the curse strikes again and a demon killed Mary in Sam's nursery, now John Winchester is hell bent on hunting down that demon and killing it. Good luck on that, but Sam and Dean are better off being raised the same way as generations of my family have anyway, or the curse probably would strike them too. Since there is me to carry on the line, better they be prepared to fight any supernatural beings they would be a magnet for, for their entire lives, rather than the alternatives.

Then there is Mitchell he fell in love with my paternal grandmother Marie Swan and Charlie was born nine months later out of wedlock, hence why I am a Swan not a Campbell. They married when my dad was three years old because my grandfather didn't have any money to marry my grandmother; hunting isn't exactly a paid job. Two years after they got married my uncle Fred was born and my grandmother died in child birth. No one in our family has ever died of old age.

I was brought out of my thoughts abruptly when a tall hansom godlike vampire walked into the room. His face was perfect and angular with high cheekbones, perfectly strait nose, strong jawline, and perfectly full lips; he had a lovely and unusual colour of bronze hair that is in a casual state of disarray, and then I just realized his eyes have just gone as black as two perfectly cut onyxes. Lucky for me as mesmerized as I am by his beauty, being raised as a hunter some things are instinctual; so as he charged at me teeth bared I automatically reached for the runed knife I had prepared just in case and stabbed it into the vampire's shoulder who fell over hunched up in pain on the ground clutching it.

I knelt down to pull it out as Carlisle and Esme ran into the room and over to their son, Esme panicking asked, "what happened?"

"He's OK just a little dead man's blood and a special knife that can cut through vampire skin. He'll be fine. I just weekend him for a few weeks." I looked into this most beautiful creature's eyes and for some reason I was in tears and I felt compelled to apologise. "I'm so sorry! I had to do that, I hope your not in too much pain."

For some reason the vampire in question chuckled wincing, "I attack you, almost kill you, and you are apologizing to me?" he gave me the most sexy crooked grin and for a second while I watched captivated I couldn't stop the blush from rising. "You were only defending yourself, it is me that should apologize to you, I did attack you after all."

"You where only acting on instincts, I can't blame you for that." He just looked so confused and a little shocked at my statement and I blushed some more.

I reached over to pull out the knife and he shouted suddenly, "no don't! I could bite! You smell so good! To good!"

I reached over anyway and held down the hissing vampire with one hand; he couldn't push up from my hold no matter how hard he tried, and pulled out the knife. He slumped back the pain, stoping his instinct to attack. "No not really. Right now you're weaker than a kitten. In fact I've met more scary kittens than what you are at the moment," I teased.

He gave me another crooked grin and chuckled darkly, "good job too, you really do take some very unnecessary risks."

"Edward Anthony Cullen! What were you thinking attacking our guest!" Esme scolded breaking the spell and for the first time since I looked into his eyes I realized I wasn't alone in here with him, and I blushed again.

"I'm sorry Esme, her blood smells so good better than any I have smelled before. The blood lust took over, but I'm in control now."

"All the same I think we should leave, just in case. Your son will need to feed," I turned around to see my dad had woken up and is now leaning heavily on a crutch holding his leg out, and standing rather gingerly. I knew he was in pain, I know the signs but Charles Samuel Swan would never admit in a million years that he was in pain, it was something I always had to check for after hunts, looking for the ever so slight signs and mannerisms.

"I would rather you didn't go far, I need to check up on your injuries and you need to heal. No hunting for a while, also your grandfather is on his way here," Carlisle insisted.

"Grandpa Charlie is coming here? How did he know?" My dad asked shocked.

"I called him, I knew you are his grandson and I thought he would like to know. Alice and Jasper, two of my other children, are on their way to the airport to pick him up."

"Airport!? Grandpa Charlie hates airplanes," my dad exclaimed surprised. He shook his head then said, "we won't go far, is that motel still in Forks?"

"Yes, but please there is no need to leave, you can stay here as long as you want," Esme stated.

"Yes well, my family happens to be cursed so no point taking any chances," he replied looking pointedly at Edward then me.

"Of course you're free to go," Carlisle replied politely.

"Thank you. Bells come on, you can see lover boy down there later, after he's fed, and not so hungry," Charlie teased, joking like this is something he always did to cover up his real concerns and emotions.

For the I don't know how manyth time today, I blushed a deep shade of crimson, and this time I wished the floor would open up and swallow me hole. For his part Edward looked like if he could blush he would. "Dad!"

Charlie just laughed as I punched him lightly on his good arm, "Just keeping it real Bells, you where completely zoned out for a while there."

'Please kill me now.' "It was nice meeting you Edward," I shyly told the godlike vampire.

I moved with Charlie out the door who turned to Edward, "sure what's a little love bite between friends huh?" He laughed at the still very embarrassed looking vampire then sobered, "hurt my daughter and I'll kill you myself." At the understanding nod Edward gave him in return we left.