This is a bit different from my other story, but I hope you also enjoy this one.

Chapter 1

The moment I walk into the bar I smell him. I start looking around and finally I spot him. The grin on his face is telling me that he knows that I am here. I freeze on my spot and look around again at everyone. Everyone in the bar stopped with what they were doing and is facing me now. The look in their eye tells me that they are all under his spell.

This is not the way I imagined finally facing him. I start making my way through the bar towards him. I keep my eye on every single person in this bar just to make sure that no one tries anything stupid. My left hand is on my gun that is in its holster around my thigh. My right hand is clutching my sword that is slung on my right side.

The bar is silent as everyone follows my figure with their eyes. Finally I stop a few feet away from him. He doesn't even have the decency to face me. He is sitting at the bar his back turned on me and sipping on his whiskey. His 2 minions walk up to me and I grip my gun tighter just in case. "Don't." I hear him say and his minions stop, but they are still staring me down.

Finally he turns around on his barstool and he gets off and slowly makes his way over to me. Standing between his minions a few feet a way from me he runs his eyes over my body and finally up to my eyes. That smile on his face is just pissing me off. I'm sure he is scared shitless otherwise he wouldn't have gotten 2 freaking bodyguards. I wonder if he knows that 2 isn't enough to protect him against me.

I smirk at him and finally break the silence. "Garrett. I see that you still can't fight your own battles." I point at his minions and just shake my head. "So Garrett, where is your ugly brother and that lovely girlfriend of yours." I lick my lips when I talk about his girlfriend. I know that will get under his skin.

I see his smile fade and his anger is starting to grow. He takes a step closer so that we are only inches apart staring each other down. I got into his head by mentioning his girlfriend. "I am warning you Jane, you better stay away from her and for my brother, you will never find him." He snarls at me. His eyes is starting to change colour. Urgh I hat his kind.

I smirk at him and take a step back so that I can take my backpack of. I toss the bag to one off his minions and they catch it. "Garret what makes you think that I don't know where your brother is?" I smirk and gesture to the bag. "Open the bag ugly." His minion opens the bag and he pulls out the head of Garrett's brother. Garrett turns back to face me with wide eyes. My smile grows and I say. "The Fairfield family might be elders of your kind, but I have the passion and will no one else has and I will kill all off you."

By now his eyes is ice cold blue and he is shaking with anger, I see his fangs starting to show. Over the years of being a hunter and half werewolf I have learned that an angry vampire is easier to kill, because the let the anger control them and lose focus and logic. I take a step closer and add. "Most elders are already running from me and trust me when I say this to you. I will catch the Isles family doesn't matter how hard everyone tries to hide and protect them. Your kind killed my family and now I will kill your kind."

I pull out my gun and before he even knows what is happening his minions are dead on the ground. His eyes grow wide with shock and he asks. "How did you kill them? That is impossible. We don't die from a gunshot." He is starting to walk backwards and every step he takes back I take one back. I smirk at him and my eyes turn yellow and I add. "I have my ways Garrett."

He turns to run, but I am on him before he can get far. I run full speed at him and push him against the wall. I can feel myself starting to change. I can't have that. I need to control my anger. I grab him by his collar and toss him all the way to the other side off the bar and before he gets a chance to stand I'm on top of him straddling his hips and choking him.

I tighten my grip with my left hand and pull out his phone from his pocket and dial her number. It rings a few time and she answers. "Hey sweetie, you ok?" my smile grows and I answer. "Well if it isn't the beautiful Maura Isles." I hear her shocked intake of breath and then she snaps. "Rizzoli what the hell are you doing with Garrett's phone? Where is he?"

I laugh at her and answer. "He is right here now listen to him scream." I put the phone down net to his head and I start turning into a werewolf. I feel him struggling beneath me and I can hear him saying no and I can hear her scream into the phone telling me to stop. When I am fully turned I hear him screaming to Maura that he loves her.

I laugh and then finally sink my teeth into him. I do this, because there is only two ways to kill an elder and that is with a werewolf bite or to take their head right off. I pull back and smile as I see his body finally lifeless. I turn back to my human form and pick the phone back up. I hear her crying. "I am coming for you Maura so you better be ready."

She steadies her breathing then adds. "You can hunt me down, but you won't find me, because you don't even know what I look like or what I smell like." I smirk and then I realise that that is true. "That might be true Maura, but the same goes for you so you won't even know if I'm close or not. Since you are an Isles people know you so I will find out what you look like." I stand up and start making my way out off the bar.

"People knows you too so I will be ready and let me tell you this. You better not come alone, because you will need the back up. When I am done with you no one will be able to identify your body." I laugh at her and add. "Well then let the games begin." With that said I hang up and toss the phone to the ground and step on it.

I walk over to my bike and put my helmet and black leather jacket on. I get on my bike and drive off. I might not know where you are and what you look like Maura, but I know how to bring you to me. You will come to me. You will think you are hunting me, but I will be hunting you. You better be ready, because any one who pisses off a Rizzoli will pay.

Please let me know what you think so far and let me know if I should continue this story?