Summary: Have you ever wondered? Wondered about the Supernatural. If all the stories were true? After that time when you went to school and grew up, and eventually stopped checking under the bed and in the closet for monsters...do you ever find yourself freaking out because it is dark outside? You try to tell yourself it's nothing, but let's be honest...that never works. This is a story about a girl who starts out broken-hearted, but eventually finds her place in the world. Her job is dangerous, completely unorthodox, because she...is a Hunter.

A/N: All outfits will be on my profile page.

A/N: I own nothing, cause if I did, Bella would have told Assward to fuck off and lived happily ever after with Jacob, or Paul, or Dean, or maybe even all three;D.

Rating: M

Word Count: 3, 094

Chapter Two: Changing

6 Months Later

Dream

It is green.

All green...and that shouldn't scare me...but it does. I whirl around trying to see anything other than this green.

"Edward?" I call out. There is a sense of resignation in my voice. I remember this dream because it has been repeating ever since he left. There is a flash out of the corner of my eye. I turn and there he is. Edward's marble skin is glimmering the slightest bit and I feel a pang of longing, remembering what it was like to see him in the sun. Glittering like a million diamonds were embedded in his skin. His bronze hair is disheveled and his topaz eyes are cold but his grin is there. That familiar lopsided smile.

It seems cruel when put with the coldness in his eyes. He turns his back on me and walks away. I hold out an arm pleadingly and start to stumble after him.

"Edward! Wait! Don't leave me! Don't go!" I run after him, chasing him through the maze, getting glimpse of him here and there. Just enough to give me hope. I run and run and run. Finally, I stop, panting for breath.

Suddenly, there are mirrors surrounding me. One moment, I am in a maze that was green, then next I've been surrounded by mirrors. I look around, thousands of other Bella's doing the same. I had to suppress a shudder of fear. I look awful. Is my first thought. I walk forward tentatively, as if the mirrors will bite. I am scared, because for the first time since he left, I truly look at myself.

My hair is hanging limply and it has a greasy shine to it. My face is hollow, my eyes dead. My lips are cracked and chapped. My face is super pale. Dark circles hang under my eyes. I could pass for a very ugly vampire from a distance. My eyes trail down. I take off my shirt and gasp, holding back a sob. I am so thin, I can see my ribs. My fingernails are yellow and cracked. Thankfully they are not very long. My legs are thin and hairy.

I pull my shirt back on and walk around, trying to find a way out of this maze of mirrors. I catch a glimpse of something moving in the mirror and whirl around. There is an angel. Or at least someone I think could be an angel. At this point, it really wouldn't surprise me. The man is tall. From what I can tell he is about 5'11". He has broad shoulders and slims from there. He has dark hair, piercing blue eyes and...a long tan trench coat.

This...is new.

Wariness stirs in me and I look around but we are the only two here. Edward is gone...again. I bring my arms up reflexively to circle my waist as I hold myself together. Should I call out to him? Really, what do I have to lose?

I pull in a deep breath and call out to him.

"Excuse me! Who are you?" As soon as I break the silence, he looks at me calmly and I get the feeling he is here...for me. He was waiting...for me. Then he opens his mouth and and replies to my question.

"My name is Castiel. And you are Isabella." I narrow my eyes at him, a feeble wisp of fear floating in my chest.

"How do you know my name?" I ask and stumble back as he walks forward.

"I am here because you need me. You see, I am the Angel of Thursday. You were born on Thursday, September 13th. Those born on my day and need my help on my day will receive it." He explains and I notice during his explanation, his facial expressions don't change. At all.

"So..." I begin slowly, not sure if I should believe this. "What you are telling me is...you are an angel? Of God?" I ask, confusion showing clearly on my face. He nods again and I fold my arms, nibbling on my lower lip. "Huh, well that's new." I quip but he just stands there calmly. "So, what are you going to help me with?" I ask curiously but he doesn't react.

"What do you want me to help you with?" He asks, his blue eyes seeming ancient and distant. I drop my arms to my sides and sigh, all of my uncertainties rushing back. I sit on the ground and put my head in my chin. I think and I think. Maybe Dad needs help with something? Not likely. What about Mom? ...nah. She's the happiest she has ever been.

And me?

What do I want- need help with?

I think over my past. I have always been a clumsy person but as a child, I was so much happier. Jake, Quil, Embry and I would run around for hours having mud pie fights and play pirates vs Lords. We would skateboard until our knees were raw and we were ready to pass out from tiredness. We would laugh and play and be perfectly care free.

I used to be fun.

Then I moved away with Mom and things...changed. I became closed off, responsible, shy...weak.

I want to be strong.

I am tired of being pushed around and left behind.

I need to be strong.

Suddenly I get it. I jump to my feet.

"Castiel!" I shout happily, jumping to my feet. "I got it! I know what I need help with." My smile slowly fades as I look around. "Cas-" He appears in front of me in a blink. I yelp and scramble back, tripping over my feet and tumbling to the ground. "Don't do that!" I grumble, sitting up and clutching my heart.

"Cas?" He asks blankly. I realize I just shortened an Angel's name and start to blush. In my defense, he never let me finish saying his name.

"Never mind that, I know what I need you to help me with." I try to deflect and luckily, it works.

"What is it?" He asks, watching blankly as I get to my feet and face him.

"Well, I was just getting to that. Sheesh. I need you to help me be strong. I don't want to be a victim anymore. I don't want to be helpless." I tell him, raw desperation showing in my eyes as I fight to keep my voice steady. Castiel looks me over for a moment while I hold my breath but to my relief, he nods at me.

"Very well. We will start with stamina. Tomorrow is a school day - " I cut him off, knowing I am actually ahead in school.

"I don't care about that." He nods again.

"Okay, then I want you to go to the library and get books on self-defense, I want you to get a pair of running shoes, a backpack, a cell phone, and the rest of the stuff on this list." I nod and reach out for the list, quickly scanning it. I take a deep breath and square my shoulders. I look him in the eyes.

"Thank you." I say sincerely.

"Before you go, I want you to promise me that you will never let anyone know in any way about me." He orders and I nod, thinking sadly of the friends I used to have. I let them all go when I met Edward and now I only have Charlie.

"I promise."

Then...

End of Dream

I sit up in bed, feeling calm for the first time since I met- "Bella?" My dad's rough voice sounds careful- hesitant and I feel a wash of guilt for putting him through this.

"Yeah Dad?" I call and he opens the door and sticks his head in. His chocolate brown eyes are wary but hopeful as he looks at me.

"Are you okay?" The careful hope in his eyes hurts me and I have to fight a frown. Instead, I smile brightly at him, wanting to heal the pain in his eyes.

"I'm good." I tell him, and he blinks, looking shocked.

"Okay." He closes the door. I frown. I didn't think I was still that bad. About two months ago I would have understood-oh. It is all coming back to me. Yesterday, my best friend Jacob Black broke up our friendship because of some guy named Sam that lived on the reservation. Ironically, Sam was the one who found me when Edward left.

Getting out of bed, I freeze in shock. I was able to think his name. I was able to think it without crumbling in pain. I tentatively try it again. Edwar- I fall to the floor, wrapping my arms around my waist.

Nope, still hurts.

The pain recedes and I get up and walk over to my closet. Opening the door, I flinch back. The whole closet is filled with clothes that remind me of my zombie days. Of Alice. I go to the back and see a pair of jeans. I start to grab a large flannel shirt but hesitate, deciding to change into something that is not what I would normally wear but still comfortable. I grab them and a shirt and a hat and go into the shower.

When I come out, I am freshly shaved and looking much better. I put on deodorant and plain underwear and bra and socks. Then I pull on the distressed grey skinny jeans, a gold Lurex shirt, a grey waist belt, white and gold Adidas. Then I slip on my jewelry: a bronze compass necklace, a stack of bronze bracelets, a bronze ring, and a cute bronze bracelet that says, "Be yourself, everyone else is taken." I blow dry my hair and brush it out, letting my loose chocolate curls fall down my back and leave it at that and just put a cream beanie on.

Then, I go into my room and paint my nails a glossy light pink and put on light pink lip gloss. I grab my purse and put my wallet in it, along with the pepper spray Charlie gave me when I was dating him. I put the list that came with me when I was in the dream in there and also grabbed my sock with emergency cash in it.

I walk out of my room and turn around to look at it. I might have to ask Charlie if I can change it. This room as it is now just holds too many memories. Ones that hurt. I close the door with a sigh and head down the stairs and into the kitchen. Charlie is sitting in there, eating some toast.

"Hey dad?" I ask and he looks up from the newspaper and back down.

"Yeah, Bells?" A split second later, his head comes up so fast I can practically hear it whipping through the air. He looked at me with wide eyes, stunned at my choice in clothing. I blush, the red spreading across my face.

"Not that I don't enjoy the reaction but, I was wondering if I could change my room?" I ask hesitantly and Charlie looks confused so I elaborate. "You know, paint, move furniture around, get different decorations. So, can I?" I ask, some eagerness bleeding into my tone. Still looking completely shocked at how I am dressed, he nods his head. "Great, thanks!" I beam happily, feeling like I have just woken up from a long dream. I walk over to him and kiss his cheek before heading to the door.

I walk outside, the clouds above not bothering me. I walk over to my red truck and get in, turning it on. It comes on with a loud roar. I bite my lip, locking my chocolate orbs on the mangled mess that used to be a radio. I get out and go back in the house, leaving the truck still on. I move into the kitchen but Charlie isn't in there anymore. Peering nervously, I slide a packet on the table and leave the kitchen.

"Hey, dad?" I call out, walking into the hallway.

"Yeah Bells?" He yells from the living room. I walk in there and nerves start fluttering in my chest.

"I was wondering if when I got back, we could look at a new car to get?" I ask, twisting my fingers nervously and nibbling my lip. Charlie looks up in concern.

"Is there something wrong with the truck?" He asks and I flush, feeling a little bad as I remember that Charlie is the one that got it for me in the first place.

"No...it's just- it has a lot of memories in that truck...that involve him." I explain, frowning a little. Understanding dawns on his face and he nods.

"I understand Bella, and yes, you can." Charlie says and I relax a little.

"Great." I smile brightly, turning to go back to the truck. "Oh, and Dad?" I yell over my shoulder. "Jake built me a motorbike and taught me how to ride it. I have been riding for a while and I want to continue to. I left a packet of my reason on the table in the kitchen, I would appreciate it if you would read it through before you freak out, kay? Bye!" I shout, heading out the door with a smirk.

Jake is going to get an earful from Charlie.

Oh well, payback's a bitch...sometimes quite literally.

(Now in Port Angles)

Getting out of my truck, I heave a sigh as I slam the heavy door shut. Some of the red paint flecks off and drifts to the ground.

"Now that you are in the city I want you to go to-"

"Ahhhhh!" I screech, whirling around and clutching my chest. "What the hell Cas! Are you trying to kill me? Because if you are, I would rather live." I exclaim, calming down.

"I am merely here to instruct you." Castiel says blankly and I roll my eyes.

"Sure, sure." I retort and with a pang, I realized I am copying Jake. He always does that with Billy. I take a deep breath and shake it off. It will be okay, I think to myself. I will be okay. "So, where to?" I ask, turning to face Castiel.

"We are going to a Hunters store." He says, striding away. My first thought is deer hunting and I wrinkle my nose as I hurry after him.

"What exactly does that mean; Hunters store?" I ask, almost having to jog to keep up with his long strides.

"It is a store that you go to for guns, knives, salt bullets, and anything else you would need to become a Hunter." Castiel says and I get even more confused.

"What?" I ask, sensing a capital 'H' for some reason.

"You want to be strong. I know of none stronger than Hunters that are human." Castiel explains and I definitely get that we are not talking about the same kind of 'H/hunter.'

"Okay," I nod. "So what exactly does a Hunter do?" I ask hesitantly, not wanting him to get angry about my questions.

"They Hunt." Castiel says blankly and if I didn't know him better, I would suspect sarcasm. I huff and roll my eyes, wondering what the hell I am doing and since when did events like this become normal.

"Yeah, I got that part Sherlock. I want to know what a Hunter hunts." I answer, a snappish tone to my voice and startling me. While I blink in shock at my own daring, Castiel responds.

"The Supernatural." Again, sensing a capital letter.

"Yeah, but what kinds? You know, names, abilities?" I ask, my heart beating faster. Not Cold Ones, not Cold Ones, not Cold Ones. I silently beg.

"You will learn that in due time. For now, we are just working on stamina and strength." I feel a simultaneous surge of gratefulness, relief and disappointment. The way he said 'Supernatural'...it makes me curious to find what else exists in the world. We come to a stop and I look up at the building.

"Okay, whoa." I breathe, looking at the creepy looking building in front of us. It has a general aura of danger hanging around it. Something that isn't helped by the large, tattooed men by the door. "This place is kinda creepy, Cas." I whisper, edging closer to the angel. He looks down at me blankly.

"Never fear, they only hurt the supernatural. Unless you are possessed. In that case, they don't care if you are human." He says.

"Well, that's comforting." I mutter unhappily. The tattooed guy glares at the two of us and I jump, holding back a squeak.

"You are not possessed, therefor you have nothing to worry about." Castiel says, distracting me and I smile up at him.

"Thanks, Cas." I mutter, feeling a tiny bit better. Castiel strides forward and I am right on his heels. Walking into the store is daunting, but I do it anyway.

Inside is a regular bookstore.

Confused, I look at Cas. He walks over to the cashier and mutters something to him. The guy gets up and leads us to the very back. He pulls a book out of a shelf and the bookcase swings open to reveal a dark tunnel. How...interesting.