Chapter Two:

I turn off my truck and hop out leaving my book bag and the heavy books in the passenger seat. Like Mike said the rain had quite about an hour before we got out of school. I unlock the front door and push it open.

"I'm home!" I call out as I slam the door shut.

I walk through the hallway the peach color walls are littered with picture frames of my small family. Yes even though my family –at least on my dad's side—are vampire and werewolves slayers we still take family portraits every year. It is a real pain if you ask me.

"Bella! Is that you?" A high pitched voiced asked.

I roll my eyes and make my way into the kitchen.

"Yeah mom it's me." I say as I pick up an apple and rub it on my shirt.

I lift it up to my face and inspect it, after I deem it clean I take a chunk out of it.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

She opens the over door and bends down and grabs something out of it. With her hip she closes the hot over and the smell of brownies fills the air. My mouth waters and I watch my mother place the dessert on the cooling tray.

"Your little brother is having a bake sale. His school is trying to raise money for new art supplies." She says and places another pan of brownies in the oven.

"Uh huh." I say and nod my head my eyes still focused on the brownies. "Can I have a brownie?" I ask putting on my best puppy dog eyes and letting my bottom lip pout a little bit.

She turns and looks at me, quickly she averts her eyes. "Bella you know how your father feels about you eating sweets before you train." My mom says and begins frosting the vanilla cup cakes. "Now finish your apple and go get into training clothes."

"Fine." I grumble. "Where is dad?"

"He has to work late tonight so I am over looking your training today. Now I want you to do fifty pushups and sit ups and an hour of kick boxing."

I groan and take another bite of my apple and trudge up stairs. I pin my apple between my teeth as I shrug of the black hoodie, shimmy off my jeans, and pull off my shirt. I quickly yank on a light pink tank top and some shorts. I brush my hair into a tight pony tail and pin my bangs back. I shove my feet into my workout sneakers and run back down stairs.

After a couple more bites from the apple and a poor shot at the trashcan –hey I was never really good at basketball—I am off to the barn. Well it isn't really a barn, it is just a disguise. Inside is a gym. You know a little track, weights, bars, and anything else a gym would need. I walk over to the stereo system and click play turning the dial to the sound system all the way up.

I bob my head and walk over to the red busted punching bag. I pick up the roll of white tape ad quickly wrap it around my knuckles. I ball up my hands and quickly begin landing punches with loud smacks. Sweat begins to bead up on my forehead and running down at the nape of my neck. I bring my arm and quickly swipe it across my forehead. I take a step back and deliver a high kick to the bag making it swing back and forth dangerously. I set down my leg and smile victoriously.

"Bella?" A voice calls out.

I turn around to see my little brother in his black gym shorts and white wife beater.

"Hey Hun—"

Thunk!

I am sent stumbling forward the ground flying quickly up to my face. I stick my hands out just mere seconds before I ate a mouthful of sweaty hardwood floor tingles of pain craw up my arms and thighs from my hands and knees. Laughter drowns out the hard rock music that comes from the radio and I whip my head up and narrow my eyes.

"Oh you think that is funny?" I growl and quickly snap myself to my feet.

I charge at Hunter. He stops laughing and quickly sobers up. He spreads his feet shoulder length apart and squats a little bit. He balls up his fist and brings his arms in front of his chest with only a few inches apart from each other. I stick my arms out in front of me my eyes zeroed in on his scrawny shoulders. I jump when I am within a foot of his body my hands going on his shoulders as I flip over him.

Hunter quickly spins on his heels and is too slow to block my right upper cut punch to the ribs. A loud gush of air escapes from his mouth. I give him a wicked smile. Now I know what you are thinking. How could you beat up your little brother? Especially when you are seven years older than him. Well male vampire and werewolf hunters are much stronger than females. So it is I who has the unfair advantage.

Quick as lightening Hunter's tiny and very bony fist crashes into my cheek sending me down once again on all fours.

"Wow Bella today is just not your day. First a punching bag knocked you down then your little brother." He says chuckling. "Then again I am awesome."

I growl and stand up slowly. I fake a left punch and he moves away to dodge it to only have my right fist dig into his ribs. He narrows his brown eyes and lurches at me. His 110 pound body sends me to the floor and my head crashes into the floor. I groan and look at my brother who is straddling. I quickly lift my hips trying to buck him off. He sets all of his weight on my hips effectively cutting off the use of my legs, but he also loosened up his grip on my arms.

I pull my arms out of my grasps and quickly catch his arm which are trying to catch mine. With all the force I can muster I jerk him to the side and pin him down with my hips cutting off the use of his legs and holding his arms above him.

"Sorry little brother, but I am still the strongest."

He looks away and grumbles. "Not for long."

I climb off of him and hold my hand out for Hunter to take. He takes it and I haul him up. Well folks that is where the fun end and I end up looking like a fat sweaty man…not pretty. So I will save you from the scary details and skip to the part where I am getting out of the shower.

I pull up my towel and reach for my phone which is somewhere in the black hole that I call my bed. Seriously, I have lost more socks in my bed than I have in the dryer. I grab my phone and sit on the edge of my bed and slide the old phone up. Zero miss calls and texts which is really surprising since I have called and texted Paul at least three times that I am coming over.

I shrug. He can be surprised when he opens the door and sees moi. I stand up and toss my phone back into the black hole and drop the towel. I quickly slip on a pair of underwear and a flesh colored bra. I walk over to my closet and slip on a loose v-neck white t-shirt that has a very tiny useless pocket on my breast and then a pair of jeans. I slip on some shoes and walk over to my dresser. I rip the brush quickly threw my hair and bring all of my hair over to one side and quickly weave it into a long braid.

I grab my phone and keys and walk out of my room flipping off the light switch. I walk down the stairs and jump off the last step. I walk to the front door and open the door to meet my father.

"Hey dad!"

"Hey…where are you off to?" He asks.

"Paul's."

He nods. "Did you do your homework?"

"Yes." I lie smoothly. Who does homework on a Friday? Homework is a Sunday problem.

"Bella!" He says.

I shake my head. "Sorry dad what did you say?"

"Be home by eleven tonight. Tomorrow we are going hunting and will be up late. You will need all the sleep you can get."

I smile. "Got it dad." I lean forward and kiss his cheek. "Bye dad!"

I climb into my red truck and quickly back out of the drive way. I push my truck as fast it can go trying to calm the nerves that blossomed into my stomach. You would think being a slayer would make me strong, arrogant, and wouldn't make me nervous over little things like this. But I can't help it. Will Paul be angry with me for showing unannounced? Then again I did call and text him, but still I slow my truck down a little and begin to chew on my bottom lip. Eventually I pull into Paul's drive way. I turn off the engine and quickly slide out of the truck before I could talk myself out of it and walk up to the front door.

I knock on the door and wait a few minutes until a repeat the action. I cross my arms and begin to tap my foot. Is he not home? I bend over backwards to peer into the open garage which has his truck in it. I scowl and bang on the door hard.

"Paul!" I yell. "I know you are here! Please open the door. We need to talk."

More seconds tick by and soon they become minutes until I hear shuffling behind the door. He pulls the door open and we make eye contact. The little tingling sensation begins to pass through me and I gasp. No he couldn't be! I look as something passes into his eyes and they become wide. All of a sudden he smiles and his face brightens.

Oh shit!

I know that look and I know what it means.

No this is a sick joke! My best friend couldn't turn into the horrible creatures that I am destined to kill!

"Bella!" He whispers reaching out to me.

I shake my head. I know what I am supposed to do. I am supposed to go home and tell my father that there are finally wolves, but I can't turn in Paul. I spin on my heal and run off into the woods ignoring the calls of my name and how it isn't safe. Little did he know that it is I who is not safe.

And that ladies and gentlemen is when my heart begins to break. Whether I know it or not.