I don't own twilight, SM does, I just love twilight and supernatural so thought i'd do a story about the worlds mixing hope u enjoy it!

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BPOV 3 months after Alice's vision

'Yes Uncle Bobby I know' I said down the phone for what I hope was the last time.

'Look kid, I know you think I'm just being a moaning old man but I just got you back and now I feel like I'm losing you again' this was a little weird, Uncle Bobby was never one to show his emotions.

'I know' I sighed 'but you have to understand, with everything that's happened I just need some time on my own, besides its just a couple of vamps, how hard can it be!' I must of killed over 50 vampires in my 17 years, its frustrating that people still don't believe in me!

'Don't get cocky!' He scolded 'I know you can handle yourself, but this is your first hunt without your brothers, maybe you could just call them'

'NO!' I shouted down the phone 'Look I understand your worried, but I have to do this on my own, if I need help I'll call, but until then I don't want Sam and Dean near me, I'm sick of being stuck in their shadow'

'Okay but promise you'll call me if you need any help'

'Of course, just please don't tell them where I am' I couldn't deal with them right now!

'I won't, promise' at least I could count on that, uncle Bobby never promised anything he couldn't keep 'and kid .... I love you, stay safe'

'I love you to, bye' I quickly put the phone down before he could hear me crying.

Its not often I show my emotions but when I do they always get the better of me! I pulled over on the side of the road, just outside the border of Forks. I tried to stop my crying, to try and pull my emotions into check, but I couldn't, because all that was going through my mind was why me! Why was I dammed to this life! Why did I have to become a hunter! You're probably thinking I walk around in the woods killing innocent animals, I wish! No I am a hunter of the supernatural.

It all started when I was 6 months old, my mother, Mary had put me to bed like any normal night (not that I remember, but that's what I was told) she then put Sam and Dean to bed, before joining my father, John herself. In the night she awoke and saw a man stood over Sam's bed, she attempted to defend Sam and was killed by the man and then the house was set alight. My father managed to get us all out of the house safely but there was nothing he could do for our mother.

After that nothing was the same, my dad was furious and a shell of the man he used to be. We never got another house and began staying in motels all the time, and my father would leave us there, with Dean in charge. Sometimes he'd be gone for a few days other times a few weeks. Dean always said he was working, I tried to question why he had to be away from us to work but Dean just got defensive and shouted that he was doing it for us.

When I was five years old, I found out the real reason he was never home. We were staying in another motel, not really sure where because we travelled so much. Dad had been gone for a few days and we were under strict instructions not to leave the motel room. Dean and Sam were getting annoyed with always playing babysitter so they decided to go out, leaving me alone. I cried myself to sleep sick of always being a burden, when I awoke I have never been so scared in my life! Above me was a dark figure, but even in my groggy state i knew it wasn't human. It was like a dark shadow, no defined features to its face or body. I was frozen, staring at the thing, when it began sucking big breathes of air, as he did this I could feel my body getting weaker, I know now it was sucking the life out of me. I willed my body to move, to get away from this creature but I just couldn't move. Then I heard gun shots and the creature was gone, I found enough strength to look up, standing there was my father, and I saw emotion on his face for the first time in my life. I don't remember much after that, supposedly I slept for three days and when I awoke my father told me all about the different creatures and why he had to fight them. That was when I found out a demon had killed my mother, had taken mine, Dean's, and Sam's childhood away, and we all wanted revenge.

I was never a child after that, I was a soldier. I trained in everything, mind and body! I killed my first Demon at 10 years old, by the age of 13 I'd killed over 100 and then I lost count. Hunting was not a career, a choice, it was a life, once you where in you where never getting out.

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