Disclaimer: The plot of this piece is inspired by the Eric Kripke's ingenius Television show, Supernatural as well as Stephenie Meyer's enthralling Twilight books.This story contains characters from the Twilight series. They belong to the brilliant Stephenie Meyer. I have only tweaked some of them a bit.

Rating: M

This is an AU fic. Bella, Charlie and possibly Jacob are a bit out of character. Everyone else is pretty much the same...hopefully. There are are a few original characters as well.

Summary/a bit of background: What if everything you thought you knew about the world was a lie? What if your parents were wrong when they told you that monsters didn't exist? Isabella Swan never had that luxury. Her life has been scarred by this knowledge ever since she was two, when her mother ran off with a attractive young, Phil Dwyer, a hunter of everything Supernatural. From the beginning Bella's life was wrought with darkness, vengeful spirits, ghouls, evil Witches, demons, Wendigos, and most other supernatural beings that are talked about in ancient Folklore. Life was always bad, even if Bella's mother wouldn't admit it. They were constantly on the road, and their homes were often run down, roach and rat infested motels. It was very rare that Phil would opt to rent out a house, but that was only for cases that Phil decided would be long and drawn out. Bella was never allowed to keep much of a social life, all she had were fellow hunters. Although exceptionally bright, Bella was also kept from school. Instead she had to settle for homeschooling, which Bell didn't mind. What she did mind was the lifestyle. She never had a childhood for her training had begun at the age of seven when Phil began to teach her to use various weapons as well as to fight. By the age of ten she was out hunting with the rest, all the while her life began grumbling around her. This was how life was for her until that faithful night when her world came crashing down and she lost everything. That night marked what she hoped would be the end of her life as hunter and the begining of a normal life, even if she no longer had her mother to help her through. She would have to settle for Charlie and the comfort of the small town that her mother mistakingly fled years before. But she soon learns that you can never escape who you are and that even if you run your demons will follow you wherever you go. Figuratively and literally.

The bulky weight of thick darkness still surrounded me. Somewhere off in the distance I heard a loud and erratic beeping noise. It was annoying. It reminded me of a hospital TV show. They seemed to have a lot of those lately. I couldn't believe I was dreaming of one now. I could hear my heartbeat now, too. It had its own strange rhythm; it kind of matched the monitor. I found this extremely amusing for some reason.

Thank you guys for your patience and lots of thank you's for your reviews. Julesbinoche, I know Bella is a bit OOC. That was intentional. I just wanted her to be a bit different. What I've tried to do is give her a mix of herself as she in the books, a little bit of Dean, and some Sam. I'm trying to find that balance. And to answer your question, no there was never an episode with demons that took over a high school. There has been an episode with a spirit that terrorized a high school. You should watch it, it's one of my favorites. Sadly enough, however, I can't think of the name of the episode. I'll look it up and let you know.Moving on...This chapter took a bit of work from me and that's why I couldn't update when I said I would. It's shorter than the others, and I did try to make it longer, but it wouldn't have worked out. That said, I hope you enjoy! Let me know in the reviews!

"Bella! Please, keep fighting!" Dad's voice was almost unrecognizable in the darkness.

He was in my dream now, too? Weird. It was usually just Mom.

"Someone page Dr. Cullen. Now!" I didn't recognize the woman's voice. She seemed awfully stressed. Someone should give her a chill pill.

"I'm here!" That was a voice I recognized well. It was the clearest, in the darkness. Dr. Cullen.

The erratic beating changed into one long high pitched note. I couldn't hear my heart beat anymore. The weight was becoming more and more unbearable and the haziness was growing worse, until I no longer heard the voices or the beeping.

.::.

The weight was gone, but the darkness still remained. The feeling of confusion had lifted, too, and I could now remember things. Alistair had killed me. And just as I had previously thought, there was no light in death, just cold darkness.

I heard the beeping again, and briefly wondered why. The beeping was accompanied by my heartbeat; again it was keeping in time to it. The rhythm was smoother and almost soothing. I liked it. Maybe death wasn't so bad.

My thought process finally caught up to me. It dawned on me right then and there that I wasn't dead. Alistair had done something much worse to me. The panic that I had worked for years to keep under control traveled through me like an unstoppable electric current. I was blind.

"Bella, please, no, not again!" Dad's voice once again sliced the thick darkness. This time I could clearly hear the agony in its quality.

"Dad! I'm blind!" I shouted despite myself.

Dad didn't hear me. "Nurse!" He shouted, his terror replacing his agony. "Bella, please listen to me. You have to wake up. I already lost your mother. Don't put me through losing you!"

It took me a minute to wrap my thoughts around what he was saying. I wasn't awake? So that meant…Oh shit. I was in a coma. My panic hit a new height.

The voice of reason finally broke through. It was just a coma. I should consider myself lucky. Blindness was something I probably couldn't recover from. But a coma—and this one seemed to be a light coma—was something that I had a chance to fight.

I could hear my heart rate settling.

"Thank you, Bells." The relief colored Charlie's tone and I instantly felt much better.

Despite all of that, though, I wasn't out of the woods yet. I hoped he knew that.

"Hello, Chief Swan." Yes! Edward had made it out alive. From what I could hear in his voice, he seemed fine. But there was something I couldn't quite detect about his tone that broke my heart.

"Edward, call me Charlie. It's because of you, that Lowell didn't kill my daughter. His tone was bleak, but there was detectable gratitude there. Charlie chuckled darkly. "Don't look so surprised. Mr. Varner told me everything…before he passed away."

"I wasn't going to let her die. I just wish that I had been able to save Mr. Varner, as well." The guilt in Edward's subdued response sent chills down my spine. What had happened to Mr. Varner? Unless Alistair had done something wicked to his body before he left it. I felt a tinge of rage and it only grew worse when I couldn't express it properly.

Charlie sighed audibly. "There was no way that he could have been saved. Lowell tore him up pretty badly. Your father and the rest of the ER staff had a hard enough time keeping him alive long enough to get the statement from him." He paused and was silent for a bit. "Mr. Varner held on for quite awhile though. He fought for every breath, but that stubborn man…got his story out." His voice broke. Stress? Fear? I couldn't be sure.

"He didn't deserve what he received." Edward sounded pained as he spoke.

There was a faint sound of a shifting chair. "Don't beat yourself up over this, Edward. This isn't your fault. Lowell will be brought to justice for his crimes soon. I've got my deputies on the job."

There was silence for a long time. I didn't know whether I had gone to sleep again, or if they were just off in their own little worlds.

"Charlie." It was Edward who broke the intense silence. "Why don't you go down to the cafeteria and have something to eat.?"

Charlie was hesitant in tone. "I don't know…"

"I'll watch her." Edward sounded more like he was vowing to protect the world, rather than watch over me. But the fog was coming back, and I knew I probably had the meanings of their tones misconstrued. It was hard to analyze them when I couldn't see their faces either.

.::.

"Bella? I know you can't possibly hear me, but I would like you to know that I am actively hunting your monster." His tone was treacherously violent. No! He couldn't do that! Alistair may have let him live this time, but he didn't give out second chances. Ever.

"Don't be stupid, Edward!" I screamed, but I knew he couldn't hear me.

"I'll find it, Bella. He has to possess another sometime." His tone changed. The heartbreaking guilt had returned again. "This time, I know what it is. I won't make the mistake of attacking it head on again. I'm just sorry that I learned that lesson at Mr. Varner's expense."

"You attacked him?" Again I spoke in disbelief that only fell on deaf ears. I had to remember that I could neither move or speak. All I could do was listen and be unheard.

"I still can't believe that he listened to you." The new unrecognizable voice, was brought down to a whisper, but I knew that the voice was the type that filled a room when allowed to.

"Emmett, you are supposed to be outside protecting the hospital!" Edward hissed. So it was his bull of a brother, Emmett who owned the voice.

Emmett laughed freely. "Carlisle just completed a five mile in diameter, ring of salt. No demon is going to get through…"

"—it doesn't matter! I don't want you around her."

"Chill out, bro." Emmett was slightly offended. "There's no blood. I'm not even remotely thirsty." Blood? Thirst? What the hell?

"Don't lie to me." Edward threatened. "I know what you are thinking about."

Emmett seemed to have ignored his threat. "How did you do it? From what I hear, she was bleeding like a river from that gash on her head. I would have thought, that you would have drained her before you reached Carlisle." He was full of genuine curiosity, maybe a bit of awe. I couldn't tell. The dark scene was starting to become murky yet again.

Edward snarled. Things were starting to happen within my head. I could feel something lifting. A fog that wasn't aware of, apart from the one that kept consuming me in the darkness of my coma. Doors were opening up.

"It was easy…once I realized what I wanted more." Edward responded quietly.

"What are you talking about, Edward?" Damn this inability to talk. Why couldn't I wake up already?

"So, it was like with Rosalie and me…except you didn't bring her to Carlisle to be turned."

"Exactly." Edward seemed proud, and a bit as awestricken as Emmett had been..

"But you can't possibly love her." Emmett blurted out suddenly. Love me? Why would he? He didn't even know me.

Edward was silent.

"Oh, bro. She's human!" Emmett was incredulous.

"What do you mean, she's human? You're human, too bozo!" What I wouldn't give for them to hear me now.

The fog was growing heavier. A new development was forming. I felt as if I were being sucked into a vortex, but for some odd reason I wasn't afraid.

"It was never my intention. I've been watching her since the night of the celebration. I was worried about her. She did seem ill." Edward exhaled heavily. "At first I was curious as to why I couldn't read her mind…but the curiousity soon developed into something…that I never thought possibly." He cleared his throat. "I am not going to pursue anything. I just want to ensure that she is safe."

"She's never safe around you. You're a vampire." Vampire. A door flew wide open. Vampire! I was sucked right on through that door, as every single memory that I was denied came crashing down on me, like the anvil on Wile E. Coyote.

.::.

"Bella, wake up! Wake up!" Mom was shaking me hard. I groaned and rolled over. "Five minutes." My words slurred.

She persisted. "Bella, something has broken through our security. We need you up, now!" Now I heard the terror plain as day and my body began to move.

I finally jumped out of bed, when the full force of her words sank in. "It broke through everything?"

"Almost everything, one defense is still up." Her tone rose an octave. "But it tore through all the more powerful ones like paper. It'll get through this one…in a matter of minutes."

"What the hell is it?"

"I don't know." More terror and dread. I wanted to hug her but I reframed from doing so. There was obviously not much time.

What could be strong enough to break through our protective charms, spells, salt boundaries, and iron gates? For a fleeting moment I was scared. I got down on my knees and dragged my shotgun out from underneath my bed. It was always ready and loaded for when I needed it. From my nightstand I also grabbed my glock. It was loaded with silver pure bullets. I didn't know what we were up against—obviously not a demon—so I had to be prepared for anything. I kept my shotgun in hand. If it didn't work it would at least slow down our attacker so I could grab the glock which I had hidden from view.

"Phil has already called, Henry, Jacob, and Billy. But he doesn't think they'll get here in time." She grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me to her. She hugged me so hard that I thought I was going to suffocate. She was shaking, and I was suddenly afraid. Another minute passed and she let me go. She took my face in her hands and made me look at her. "If you survive…go live in Forks, Washington."

What did she mean if I survive? If I survived this, so would she. I pressed her for more information. "What's in Fo—"

"Don't talk, Bella. Just listen." When I nodded, she continued. "Your father's name is Charlie…he's the chief of police there. He'll take you in. He's a good man that never deserved an unfaithful bitch like me. He needs you, and you need him. I want you to go there, and start your new life. I need you to be a normal teenager for me, baby. Go to school, make friends, go to college, and do all of the things you were supposed to do. Forget this life. It was never for us."

Something shattered in the front room. A window perhaps?

"Bella, Promise!" Mom was becoming more and more anxious.

There was gunfire. It sounded like a shotgun. Then something happened that I would have never, in my wildest dreams thought would ever occur: Phil screamed.

"Fine, Mom. I promise!" Mom let go of me at once, and she was gone. Instinct told me to leave behind my shotgun. I dropped it on my bed, and drew my handgun. There was More gunfire as I entered the room. I saw the monster at once. His skin was alabaster, and it seemed to be set aglow by the moonlight that shone through the broken window. It looked human, but there was nothing human about him. It had Phil in his clutches, and he was slowly making his way towards the back wall.

Mom rushed forward. Her long knife raised and ready to sink it into any piece of flesh she could find. I watched in horror as the knife shattered as soon as it's point hit, the monster's skin. For some reason I was not surprised.

The monster reacted. It dropped Phil and took hold of my mother's neck. It seemed the resulting crack could be heard from miles away. Mom's body went limp. It was at that precise moment that I made a mistake no seasoned hunter would have been stupid enough to make. I let the emotions take hold of me.

Instead of realizing that there was no possible way to beat this thing, I removed the safety from my weapon and fired at him as he went back to retrieve Phil, who was crawling along the floor towards me. My bullet's bounced off the monster's skin as if he were made of granite. Instead they plowed right through the walls. One grazed my shoulder.

The monster kept moving towards Phil. I kept squeezing the trigger until the bullets ran out, in hopes that one would find a home in the monster's head. The monster never flinched. What the hell was this thing? The monster was suddenly gone, and so were Phil and Mom.

"Over here, child." I shivered as I followed the voice. I realized it was the monster that had spoken. I was surprised that something so evil could speak at all. It had crossed the other side of the room quicker than I ever could have imagined, too. My eyes widened in shock as I took in the scene. Phil and Mom were impaled on coat hooks now. Phil was shaking violently, still alive and trying to free himself. Mom never moved. She wasn't going to suffer like the rest of us.

The monster laughed, before he did something unthinkable. He punched a hole in Phil's chest, and when he withdrew his hand again…he was holding Phil's still beating heart. I watched Phil's eyes widen and then mercifully, there was no life in them.

I attempted to charge at him again. He beat me. He had me by the throat before I could even blink. How could something move so quickly? It was impossible. "What are you?" I choked.

He tilted his head to the side and grinned. Though they appeared to be normal teeth, they were shockingly frightening in the dim light that the moon provided, through the shattered window. His eyes were vibrant and a dark shade of crimson. They were filled with hunger.

"Well, I guess since I'm going to kill you anyway…I should tell you…"

I tried to wriggle out of his grip, he held on tighter effectively cutting off my air completely.

"I'm a vampire." Vampire? Vampires didn't exist. They had been extinct since Samuel Colt created that gun. He kept talking and I didn't have time to process what he was saying. "And you are the appetizer before my main cou—"

Suddenly he was gone. I fell to the floor in crumpled mess.

"James, I told you that your job was only to take down their security and incapacitate the family, as in destroy their weapons, and cut their phone lines." The other voice sounded severely annoyed. "But since you've decided to take initiative and kill my nuisances for me, I suppose you might as well feast as I've promised."

I lifted myself up with my arms and sat up. My heart sank as I came face to face with the second most dangerous demon known to hunters. His opaque yellow eyes bore into mine as he grinned.

"Azazel." I gasped.

"Ah so you've heard of me." He seemed pleased by this.

Any hunter who had ever gone after a demon had heard of Azazel. They'd have to be living in a cave to not have heard of Azazel. The word was that he had escaped from hell in the 1950's and had been terrorizing families ever since.

"You kill mothers for fun." I spat, feeling brave. I was going to die anyway.

Azazel picked me up. He cupped my face in his hands. His touch burned with the intensity of molten lava and I tried to pull away. He only held on tighter. "That's where you are wrong. I have a purpose for my work. But to explain it to a simple mind like yours would be a waste of my time."

I was insulted. "You bastard. I swear I'll get you for this."

He raised his eyebrows cockily. "Ah, now I know who you are. I recognize that bottomless arrogance from my sister's tales. You are Isabella Swan."

He grazed the length of the scar on my cheek with his index finger. There was something else in his eyes now. I recognized it as pure unrestrained lust. I nearly gagged with revulsion.

"What was your purpose for coming here?" I demanded in an attempt to keep him talking, so that he wouldn't do anything else.

"I'm sure you'll find out soon enough." He responded with a sigh. He dropped me on the ground hard and knelt down beside me. He looked over for a moment, towards the back wall. I instinctively followed and instantly wished that I hadn't. The vampire had his face buried in Phil's neck. My mother's intestines were hanging down at her feet.

I tried to get up for another attempt at revenge. No dice. Azazel held me there.

"Come along, James. We have further business to attend to." He called.

I heard a snarl but I couldn't look over. "What about the girl? You said I could feast on all of them."

"No, James. The girl lives. She's far too interesting to kill off so soon. She poses no threat at all."

James roared in outrage. Obviously he didn't like this new development. "She knows about vampires! We have to kill her now!" He was there beside Azazel now and if that were possible he looked even more frightening.

"There is a solution to every problem. This time death happens to be the answer we don't want. I'll tidy up her memory a bit, if it'll make you feel better."

He pressed his fingers to my forehead and I plunged right back into darkness.

.::.

When I immerged from the ebony abyss, I was no longer in the room with all the blood and gore. I was in the middle of a forest, seated on a rock beside a waterfall. I was close to it, yet I couldn't feel the mist hitting my face. I looked down at myself. I was covered in nothing but a thin hospital gown. There was an IV attached to my arm, but why? Why was I dressed like this?

"Bella. Bella. Bella. I'm very ashamed that it took this long for you to figure all of this out."

I rose from the boulder. Azazel stood before me in all his evil glory. This was the answer. I had not just been at the house in California. That had taken place months ago. It had been nothing more than a realistic flashback, triggered by my freed memories.

"Why did you do this to me?" I asked cautiously. A very strong part of me didn't want to know the answer.

"What? Tamper with your memory? I was doing you a favor. I needed to ensure that you got to Forks. I knew that if I left in your memory the knowledge of vampires, you'd try and hunt James and undoubtedly get yourself disemboweled in the process." He snickered, probably imagining the event. "So I thought I'd just lock up those memories for a bit and let you get settled in Forks…I never imagined the result."

"Why did you need me to come to Forks so badly?" I pressed. Again the dread told me that I didn't want to know.

Something about my question set Azazel off in a fit of manic laughter. When he finally calmed down his answer chilled me down to my very core. "To witness the start of the end of the world of course." His laughter filled the air again.

"What do you mean?" My fists were tightly balled now. I definitely didn't want to hear this, but again it was my responsibility to get as much as I could out of him, so that I could try and stop what he was up to.

He pursed his lips and sighed. "Why do you have to be so nosy…fine." He leaned up against a nearby evergreen and trained his yellow eyes on me. "Well…" He shook his head suddenly and straightened out. "No. Never mind. I'm not going to tell you a thing. I'll let you figure this out on your own. But I promise you, it's quite a surprise."

I had managed to somehow move close to him. I rammed my fist into him, and surprisingly it went right through him, as if he were nothing but air. He stopped laughing and stared at me intently.

"Bella? Did you just…try to hit me?"

His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. It was an expression as fake as many of the tabloids I had perused in the local supermarket here in Forks. The laughter started once again confirming my suspicions.

"You're still dreaming, Isabella. I'm merely a part of it." He informed me with a cold smirk.

"So you aren't in Forks?" I asked while carefully masking my hope.

"No, I'm not in Forks." Azazel's answering grin made me sick to my stomach. "Yet. My family will call for me when it's time to make my appearance."

Before I could convince him to give me more answers, his hand was pressed to my forehead again.

"See you soon, Bella."

.::.

When I opened my eyes, they burned in the bright light. There was yet another discomfort I was aware of. I gagged and sputtered. The heart monitor was going erratic again.

"Bella?" Edward. All those memories came flooding back, but before I could search him out, a young nurse rushed in and looked at me with surprise-widened eyes.

"You're awake!" She yelped as she rushed over to my bedside.

I felt her pull the tape from my cheek before she slid the breathing tube from out of my throat. I coughed and sputtered some more. The taste was extremely unpleasant.

"I'll call, Chief Swan at once." Edward was walking out of the room. I could hear his footsteps.

"No!" I rasped in between coughs. "I-I need…to talk to you."

"I promised your father I would call him at the station if there were any changes."

He was making excuses to leave the room. I searched out his face. The nurse moved aside and I could see him clearly. He appeared anxious to leave. Did he know that I knew about him now? How could he?

"I'll make the call." The nurse offered.

"Go." I urged her, giving Edward no reason to leave.

The nurse left and I struggled to sit up.

"Bella, don't. You'll hurt yourself." Edward cautioned as he moved slowly toward the bed.

"Don't worry about me. I've been through the worst already."

His expression became haunted in response. "I know." He didn't look at me, instead he seated himself in the teal faux leather seat and stared at his pallid hands.

I knew I didn't have much time, so I set tact aside and leaned over the railing a bit. "Edward, I know what you are."

That got his attention. He stared at me, his amber eyes scrutinizing every inch of my face.

"What am I?" He tried to imply that he wasn't convinced. His tone even challenged me. But I could see that fear. I had to be careful with this.

"You're a vampire."

He went completely stiff and if that were possibly, his skin took on an even lighter shade. "How do you know?" He wasn't going to deny anything. That made things a lot easier.

"I-I couldn't remember at first…but I know now exactly how my mother and step-father were killed." I whispered quietly. "We had set up all sorts of different enchantments to protect the house from demons and the like. What we couldn't defend ourselves from, was something we didn't know existed…vampires. A very powerful demon used him to get into the house." Tears blurred my vision and I struggled to keep myself under control. "He massacred my family." Edward's expression was staggering, and I fought to keep explaining. "But I know that you and your family are different. You're eyes and demeanors are completely different from that vampire who killed my family."

He didn't respond for a long time. He just stared at me. His eyes finally darkened with pain as he got to his feet. "I'd better go, Bella."

"Edward, you're secret is safe with me!"

He walked over to the bed and padded my hand. "I know." He didn't look at me. "But you are not safe with me."

Before I could even react to his words he was gone. I felt empty, and alone again. Charlie entered the room only thirty seconds later and I did my best to smile bravely at him.

"Bella!" He rushed over to the bed. He looked me over. His eyes were full of relief. "You look really good for someone who has just been in a coma."

No doubt that Azazel worked some of his power on me to make me healthier than I should be.

"I feel pretty good, too." I lied. My thoughts were on Edward's departure. I hope he wasn't planning on leaving Forks. I still remembered ever bit of that conversation that he had, had with Emmett. I had questions. But I still wasn't sure why every part of my being didn't care that Edward was a vampire. I knew he was different, but I didn't how different.

"Bella, it's just so good to hear your voice."

"It's good to be able to see you again." I responded as I relaxed back into my pillows.

"Oh, Bella, before I forget…Happy Birthday."

So, I had made it to my seventeenth birthday. The coma had nearly killed me but I had beaten it. Azazel had allowed it to happen which only meant that he wasn't done with me; which also meant that whatever questions I had for Edward had to take a backseat while I tried to stop Azazel and his family from going through with their plans. Happy birthday to me.

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