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Summary: Takes place after Edward leaves. Isabella Swan is the baddest bitch around - not to mention the only active Vampire Slayer in the state of Washington. Izzy Swan's life is flipped on it's head when she receives a call from her Job Coordinator, Tanner Scrubb. Read as Izzy kicks some blood -sucker ass and faces her haunting past.

Chapter 1: Five Years Later

It was five years later. I was still five foot four inched tall. I was still called Izzy Swan. Most of all, though, I was still kicking vampire ass.

Besides that, though, I was twenty six years old, and still very single. It was pretty impossible to be in any type of relationship with my occupational choice. Unless, of course, I decided to date one of my co-workers - Tanner was my only co-worker, so no. That would just be gross - or got stupid and date another vamp. And no way, no how, was I dating another vampire after my disastrous experience when I was eighteen.

I took a drag of my cigarette and stared at my reflection in the full body mirror in my garage. I still looked nineteen, which was a side-effect of the deal I had made. Tanner had made the same deal, and, therefore, still looked twenty years old. I also still felt like I did when I first started the business and made the deal. There were a lot of side-effects to the deal.

I was immortal, practically indestructible. The only difference between my skin and vampire skin, was my gave a little bit more, and I could bleed if I got cut or got hit hard enough.

My cigarettes had no affect on my lungs. I was immune to all cancers and illnesses.

I had super-strength, hyper-healing, super-speed, enhanced hearing that was even better than a vampires, eyesight that was the same level as a vampire's eyesight. I was like a vampire and a wolf shape shifter rolled into one. I didn't need blood, though, if that's what you're thinking.

When Tanner had made the deal, he was hoping that the enhancements and improvements would heal the deformity of his feet so he could walk for the first time in his life. It hadn't, though, and he was stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his existence.

'His' deals can do that to you. They entice you into thinking something, but once it's done, you would be worse off than when you started. I was probably one of the only people that didn't happen to. I was probably one of the only ones that were genuinely happy with the heal.

Don't get me wrong. 'He' wasn't a bad guy. He was only trying to help us, and make our lives a little easier to live. Somehow, though, every time someone made a deal, something always went a little wrong.

Anyway, I twisted the spent cancer stick out in an ashtray and turned back to the weight bag to my side. As I was hopping around, preparing to start jabbing at it, my phone went off over in the corner. I relaxed and walked at a leisurely pace over to it. I looked at the caller I.D before answering it.

"Hey, Tanner. What's my job this time?"

"Geez. No small talk? What the hell happened to 'Hey Tan-Man! How's it goin'?'" He asked mockingly. I laughed.

"It disappeared along with my soul," I joked back.

"Har Har. Anyway, I need ya to meet me over at the Ol' Cullen Place." That was what we called Cullen Manor.

"You already there, Tin-Man?" Tanner laughed as I called him by his ancient nickname.

"You bet, sugar."

I was about to say a simple okay, but then thought of something else. "How the fuck did you get there in a wheelchair?"

"You 'member that assistant Luce hired for me? 'Cuz he said I was too over-worked and that I needed one?"

"Yeah."

"Well, that assistant arrived today. Name's Chuck. He drove me over."

"Oh. 'Kay, then. I'll be over in about fifteen minutes."

"Awright-y then. See ya."

I hung up without saying bye and walked the short distance to my car. It was still my Veyron. There was no way I would be getting' rid of her. She was my baby!

True to my word, fifteen minutes later, I was pulling up in front of Cullen Manor, turning my car off. I got out, keys in hand and was greeted by my favorite little cripp.

As soon as he saw me, he let out a loud sigh.

"What?" I asked, self-conscious. I looked down to my outfit, which was royal blue basketball shorts, a sky blue sports bra and plain black Nikes. The only thing I bothered to grab were my cigarettes and lighter, which were tucked into the waist band of my shorts.

"You couldn'ta changed into somethin' a bit more appropriate?"

"Why would I need to wear something 'more appropriate'?" I asked. I thought I was just coming out here to kill something?

"'Cuz we're meetin' some people."

"Oh," was all I could think to say.

I walked with Tanner as he rolled forward and knocked on the door of the house. As we waited, I was surprised to hear several people inside arguing.

Wait one cotton-pickin' second… I knew those voices…

"You brought me to see the Cullens?" I hissed furiously at Tanner. The arguing inside paused, then started up again double time.

"Yeah, sugar. I thought you should face your past, no matter how happy ya are now." In that moment, I could have beat the hell out of him and not gave a flying fuck.

In fact, I had drawn my hand back so I could land a good hard smack on the back of his big fat idiotic southern head when the door swung open.

"Bella, how wonderful to see you again." I could have punched Carlisle Cullen right in the face at that point. Luckily, he paid no mind to my attire.

"It's Isabella," I growled at them as they all chimed the same thing as Carlisle. I noticed all of them flinched at my tone.

At this point, Tanner and I were inside the Cullen home, staring at all their faces. Only one face was missing. Edward 'The Pussy' Cullen.

I had taken to calling him that in my head.

"It's wonderful to speak with you again, Tanner," Carlisle murmured. My eyes flashed to my cripple.

"What the fuck is he talking about?" I snapped at him.

"I'll explain once we get home, Izzy," he said with a heavy sigh.

My response was interrupted my Emmett's booming laugh. "Bella cusses now!" He told Rosalie.

"No shit, Sherlock. Would you like a cookie for stating the obvious?" That shut everyone up. Suddenly, I felt unbelievably overwhelmed.

"I'm leaving, Tin-Man. I'll come back in a little bit. Adios." I stood.

"Deuces, sugar." I couldn't help but laugh at him. He sounded so hill-billy when he said that.

"Peace out, old man."

The last thing I heard before the door closed behind me was, "I ain't old!" I let one more chuckle out, got in my car, and headed home. I seriously needed a shower.

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