Author's note: Okay! You all are voting I see, so here are the current votes.

1st: Jasper

2nd: Dean

3rd: Edward

4th: Sam (Poor Sammy)

5th: Caius (Even poorer (is this a word?) Caius)

Aro and Marcus are coming in last. Poor saps.

Keep voting! I think I'll let you all have a few more votes. I personally am leaning towards Jasper or Caius. But my opinion doesn't matter now, does it!

Disclaimer: I want Jenson Ackles! WANT HIM!


Chapter 3

Past Sorrows

(Bella pov)

I found that Johnathan Xavier 'Hawk-eye' Blake was arrested and tried for the murder of his wife. He was honorably discharged from the Navy as a Chief Petty Officer, a pretty high rank, due to a leg injury. He married at age 34 to 26 year-old Mrs. Jasmine Brooke Campbell Blake. On their fourth anniversary, John called nine-one-one because his wife dropped dead. Her cause of death was determined to be poisoning. Though most evidence pointed to his innocence, Johnathan Blake was convicted of second-degree murder and sentenced to thirty-five years in prison. However, only two and a half years after his sentencing, Jonathan died during a prison riot. To this day, no one knows how he died or who killed him. The mortician declared cause-of-death to be a broken neck. He is buried in his family's mausoleum in the Gateway Graveyard.

I re-read the passage and leaned back in my chair. Usually, I would say that it was a fellow inmate that killed him, but that wouldn't explain why he was attacking guards as well. It felt like I was missing a critical piece of evidence. My gut told me that he wasn't the problem, but if he wasn't then who? I know I am missing something. I just don't know what! I glanced at the clock and shut my laptop. I needed to head over to the jail. My boys are waiting for me. I would break them out and we would put this guy to rest.

The jail was only a twenty minute drive from the motel I was staying in, but something told me that I had to hurry. My gut had never led me astray, so I went a little faster. By the time I parked, my feet were twitching with the need to run to the boys.

I noted the lack of guards and ran a little faster. I detected the sound of screams and gun-fire. I dashed into cell block C, only to freeze at the sight before me. The floor was littered with the bodies of guards and inmates alike. Some of the bars from the cells had been pried apart. I peered into one of the cells and frowned at the body that had been ripped in half. I said a little prayer for the poor lad and ran to my brother's cell. When I got there, I choked back a sob and fell to my knees. Most of the bars were gone and there were little splashes of blood on the floor. I couldn't hold back the tears that streamed down my face. My brothers were gone and I had no one to blame but myself. I shouldn't have spent so much time doing research! I should have gotten here sooner! I let the tears flow until I had no more tears to cry. I got up and continued down the hallway. I would kill this son-of-a-bitch and enjoy it!

I stormed down the halls with determination. I ignored the dead and dying around me, heading towards the sounds of screams. I kicked a door off its broken hinges and walked pulled out my gun. I scanned the room, searching for the monster. I spotted it backing a man into a corner. He was crying and begging for it to stop. He kept muttering 'Lo siento, Julia. Lo siento.' I crept up behind what looked to be a poltergeist in corporal form and shot it in the back of its head. It grew silent and twisted its head around to look at me. Its face resembled the skull of horned dog. The teeth gleamed with venomous saliva. Its horns curled slightly upwards, ready to impale. We stared at each other for a moment before he let out a spine-chilling roar.

Its lizard like body was about the same length as Dean's car. The poltergeist lifted his arm and shoved me out of the cell. I rolled back onto my feet and started running back the way I came. The less people around, the better. It roared again and followed me down the halls. When the clicking of its claws on the cement stopped, so did I. I turned around to see an empty hallway. The silence did nothing to unnerve me. I simply pulled out my gun and scanned the area. I knew exactly what this creature was doing. I have been in this situation too many times to count. I kept my fears at bay and listened. I remember when I was little, and I still had my mom and dad, why they divorced in the first place. I always spoke of noises in the basement, whispering and a little girl singing a song in a language I didn't understand. A few days later, I met a girl while I was exploring the sounds. I ignored her red stained dress and played with her every day. As I got older, my mom berated me on my imaginary friends. We got into a big fight about my friend, Christina. I told Chrissy to prove to my mom that she was real. When a vase flew off the table and shattered against the wall closest to my mom, Renee shut up and left me alone. My father was shot in the heart the next day. My mother was all too happy to leave the house. A part of me wondered if she even cared.

I shook off the memory and focused on my surroundings. I had always been sensitive to the supernatural. I could hear ghosts whispering to me as I hunted them. If I focused enough, I could pin point the exact location of the creature I'm hunting. This ability came in handy in the dark. I almost didn't want to cast my mind out and find the poltergeist. I was afraid to lower my guard and leave myself vulnerable. I had no back up now and I can't afford to lose. My brothers deserved better than that. They deserved revenge on the monster that killed them.

It felt like eternity before I heard the clicking noise again. I whipped around and brought my gun up. The poltergeist was moving towards me slowly. It circled around me before coming to a stop, blocking the way out. He flicked his tail back and forth, staring at me with its empty eye sockets.

"I know you."

I jumped in surprise. My eyes leapt to the second floor. I saw no one on the balcony.

"I know who you are, Isabella."

I stared at the poltergeist with shock. Its expression couldn't change, but it felt like… he was smiling. In all my years of hunting, I have never heard a monster like this talk.

"I know you, Bella."

I was getting sick of him… it saying that. "Good, now I don't have to waste time on introductions. I can skip right to the part where I blow you into the next life."

"He searches for you."

What? "Look, I don't know what you're talking about. Can't we just try to kill each other?"

"You escaped him once. You will not be so lucky again."

"Okay… I see I'm gonna have to start the party." I pulled the trigger, aiming for his head. He managed to dodge the bullet and shot towards me. I avoided his teeth only to be caught by his claws. He pinned me to the wall, my toes just brushing the floor. My gun lay on the floor seven feet away.

"I will succeed where the moonchild failed."

The sound of a gunshot rung through the air as the poltergeist jerked and hissed in pain. I looked up and nearly cried at the sight of Dean standing there, holding a gun. The poltergeist turned his head and roared at Dean, missing his larger brother creeping up beside us. The monster dropped me to attack Dean when Sam lifted the knife with strange symbols on it and stabbed it in the shoulder. It froze, jerking and flaring before dropping to the ground. Sam pulled the blade out and wiped it on his jumpsuit. I threw myself into his arms, barely holding my tears back. He recovered from my surprise hug and wrapped his arms around my waist, giving me a gentle squeeze.

When Dean got close enough, he got the same greeting as Sam. He hesitated and patted my back. His hugs were usually better, but this wasn't the time. I backed away and wiped at the tear that slipped out. I haven't cried ever since Renee died, I wouldn't start now.

"Fuck, I thought you guys were dead. I got to your cell and saw nothing but blood and guts everywhere." I looked between them. "What happened? Where are the fairies?"

They didn't get the chance to answer. "My sons escaped the second blood was spilled." Carlisle was standing beside me as if he'd been there the whole time. "Jasper is still new to our way of life and left before he could attack anyone. Edward and Emmett followed him to be safe."

Dean nodded, "Yeah, apparently they go absolutely bat-shit crazy at the scent of blood."

"Carlisle was able to, uh, resist and help us escape the cell. However, he wasn't much help when it came to hunting the poltergeist down."

Carlisle smiled ruefully, "I would catch little patches of scents here and there, but no clear trail."

"Hey, that's okay." I reassured him, "It jumped from corporal to non-corporal form. How can you leave a scent when you have no physical body?"

The fae smiled at me and cast a wary glance at the corpse. "Is it… really dead?"

Sam nodded, "This knife can kill anything. I got it from a demon."

"I see…" Carlisle cast one more glance around us. "Well, I suggest we get out of here before state officials show up. What are going to do about the body?"

Dean kicked the head before picking it up and throwing it over his shoulder. Sam grabbed the other end. "We salt and burn the damn thing."


We met up with Edward, Jasper, and Emmett by Dean's car. Emmett offered to carry the body while we drove to a remote clearing. The fae ran followed us to a large grove I had found weeks before. Jasper and Emmett helped Sam and Dean build a fire pit while I got the salt and gasoline. I saw Carlisle and Edward conversing at the tree-line. I wished that I could hear what they were saying, but scolded myself for wanting to eavesdrop.

Emmett wouldn't shut p about the body, making comments about its size and appearance. Dean gladly joined in the laughter while Sam rolled his eyes and ignored them. Emmett lifted its arm and waved at Dean. Dean chuckled, earning a slap from Sam. Dean was about to hit him back, but Emmett got his attention about the poltergeist's anatomy. Dean and Emmett got into an argument about its gender, since they couldn't find its genitals.

"Wait," Emmett yelled, "What if it's like the alien from 'Alien vs. Predator' and it sticks its tongue down your throat and shoves eggs into your stomach?!"

Dean looked at the corpse and took a step back. "There goes my appetite."

We finished the pit and set the body ablaze. We watched as the flames ate its…flesh. I noted that the fae kept a distance from the fire. I filed this for later inspection. We put out the fire when the corpse was good and burnt. We shoveled dirt onto the pit and I dropped a blessed medallion on the ground before throwing more dirt over the pit. Before we left, I buried four bags of herbs facing north, east, south, and west. Sam asked me why.

"These four bags have ingredients that will protect this place from wanderers. Anyone coming in this direction will get the urge to turn around or will wind up going in a different direction. This ensures that no one will find the body."

"Shit, you need to give me the recipe for that."

I smiled and promised to write it down at the hotel.

The vampire fairies approached us. "Thank you for killing that creature and for the information you gave us. Do you really have to leave?"

"Sorry, Carlisle, but there are a lot more monsters like him out there. Here is our numbers in case you stumble upon anything strange." Sam held out a scrap of paper.

Carlisle took the paper and placed it in his pocket. "How will we know if it's something… other?"

Dean spoke up for Sam. "Cold spots, disappearances, black clouds, strange deaths, things like that. You come across anything weird, you give us a call. Don't try to handle it yourselves."

"This is what we do, Carlisle." I agreed, "We don't want you getting hurt trying to kill something you don't know anything about."

Emmett walked up to me and pulled me into the biggest hug I have ever received. "I'm gonna miss you, Belly Bear!" He swung me around before putting me down. Jasper gave me a squeeze, too, followed by Carlisle and even Edward. They thanked us again before vanishing into the trees.

We stared at the tree-line for an immeasurable moment. My mind wondered back to the poltergeist's words and I felt the need to tell Sam and Dean. "Hey, before you two showed up, the para spoke to me. Can they do that?"

Dean shot me a confused look while Sam sighed. "They're demons, Bells. If they think they make you doubt and trip up then they will."

"He said 'You escaped him' and 'I will succeed where the moonchild failed'."

"He was probably lying, Bells." Dean climbed into his car. "I mean come on! Werewolves don't take prisoners. Why would he send a werewolf to get a little girl?"

I had to agree with him there. I heaved a sigh before slipping into the backseat. Dean drove me back to my car. After another round of hugs and let's meet up soon's before going our separate ways. They were heading back to their new base while I headed to the small town of Forks. I wanted to pay my respects to my father. His absence from my life left a throbbing sore on my heart. When John died, it was like losing my own dad twice.

I drove for three hours, only stopping to switch the car for a motorcycle. I passed the 'Welcome to Forks' sign and kept driving. I didn't want to stop until I reached the cemetery. I spotted a florist shop and decided to buy a nice bouquet of purple Hyacinths and dark red roses. Both represented mourning and sadness. I actually looked up the meanings. I am such a fucking pansy. After purchasing the bouquet, and now doubt adding new fuel to the rumor mill, I rode to the only cemetery in Forks. I slowly made my way to his grave, my heart throbbing with each step. Finally, I spotted the black, glossy tombstone. As I approached it, the etchings of his name, dates, and epitaph became clear. I sat down and stroked the engraving of the Swan coat of arms above a five-pointed star with the word Chief written in inside. I smiled at the stone I placed there not so long ago for John Winchester.

"Hey, dad. I'm sorry it took so long for me to visit, but, you know, duty calls." I gently placed the bundle of flowers before the stones. "It has been a crazy lately. Demons, Poltergeists, and vampire fairies. It seems like they just keep coming."

I hesitated before letting it all go. Who here is going to hear me? "I miss you, dad. I wish that I had gotten to know you better. I was so young when you died." I sniffed and rubbed my eye. "Why did you have to go, daddy? Why did you leave me with a woman who couldn't stay focused for her life? Fuck, life was hard when you died and Renee didn't even care. She just packed up everything and dragged me away from everything I knew. Look where that got her."

I bit back the tears and decided it was time to go. I stood up and brushed off any debris that could be stuck to my jeans. "It was nice seeing you, dad. John… He reminded me of you. He wasn't a policeman, but he did everything to protect humanity. I hope you two are drinking beers, watching ball games, and fishing to your heart's content, wherever you are, together. I miss both of you and I know Sam and Dean miss you sorely, John. Pray that you won't see me for some time, yet."

With that, I walked back out the way I came and drove to the only bed and breakfast in Forks. I purchased a room key and took everything into my room. Forks was many things, dangerous not being one of them. I dropped my bags next to the bathroom and collapsed onto the queen bed. With burning eyes and a sore heart, I fell into the oblivion of sleep.


Finally! I'm sorry for the delay. College is killer. Did you like it? I did. Let me know your thoughts via review. What do you think should happen next?

Happy Birthday to me...

-SPN :3