Sorry for not updating yesterday, I wasn't feeling too well and I've got loads of revision to do. This chapter begins in our time….

I sat in the meadow. I had become to think of it as my meadow, even though I had only visited it three times in the past three hundred years. The first time I had visited it was when I decide to become the hunter I am today. Then I visited it after the one fight I lost. Then there was now. I

It hadn't changed a bit, except for the grass growing slightly longer over time. It was still perfect but it brought back so many memories….

The year was 1937; I was in Chicago, hunting. By that time I was the executioner of more than four thousand undead. I only ever chased the evil ones; red-eyed vampires, rouge werewolves and restless spirits. Also there was one less mermaid in the world thanks to me (she lured helpless humans to shark populated areas for fun.)

I wasn't unhappy, but neither was I happy unless presented with a challenge. I loved it when they tried to outsmart me, unfortunately most favoured brute strength over brains.

I was following a red eyed vampire as he stalked a man, who in turn was creeping behind a young woman. We must have looked a funny sight had we been in daylight. Three hunters, all stalking our pray, I almost glanced behind to see if anyone was following me, thankfully I didn't, this was distracting enough.

As the young woman turned into an alley, no doubt taking a short cut, the vampire struck. He grabbed the man in front of him and dragged him at super speed into yet another alley. I was impressed, there was not even a hint of a struggle.

I followed them, masking my scent (another handy ability I had learnt-I could choose to smell of nothing, vampire, werewolf or human-I usually chose nothing when hunting vampires). I also stopped my heartbeat as well as holding my breath to ensure I was noiseless.

I turned into the alley and noticed that the man was now unconscious and the vampire was preparing to bend over him. I decided it was my time to step in. I switched my scent back to human.

"What do you think you are doing?" I sneered.

He looked up in shock and confusion. I nearly gasped, he was beautiful. Messy bronze hair, perfect features that were not marred by his scarlet eyes and he looked tall, more than 6 feet easily. Mentally I shook myself. Vampires are meant to look appealing to ensnare their prey.

He gave a crooked smile and said:

"What do you think I'm doing?" Probably thinking he could have me for dessert. Yuk.

"I think you are about to attempt to drink that human's blood, and for that I will have to kill you vampire...."

Again he looked surprised and then visibly laughed out loud before asking in the most condescending tone of voice I have ever heard:

"You think you could kill me? You humans are more idiotic than I thought."

I had to laugh at that and decided to set him straight once and for all

"Two things leech. Firstly, I don't think I could kill you, I know I could. Secondly, who said I was human?"

With that I stepped out of the shadows into a ray of moonlight. As usual I began to glow. I watched the shock register on his face for a mere second before I launched myself at him.

By launching at him, I knocked him away from the human and we landed about 20 metres down the alley. We both recovered from this turn of events with incredible speed. Again I masked my scent so he wouldn't get any smart ideas about biting me, and ducked as he launched a punch at me. I kicked his legs out from under him and he landed heavily, surprised by my strength.

I jumped on top of him and held his hands against the ground above his head. "What's your name blood-sucker? I need to know so I can have it put on your gravestone." Yeah right.

He then said two simple words, but one of those words shocked me to my core.

"Edward Cullen"

Cullen. As in Carlisle Cullen. The vegetarian vampire I had met so many years ago. As soon as he said the word Cullen I felt my grip on his hands go slack as I stared at him open mouthed. He felt my lack of grip and took advantage of it, flipping us over so he was on top of me.

"And yours?"

I was too distracted to answer. In truth I was still too shocked to hear that name. My intuition told me I would be seeing both Edward and Carlisle again. I was brought back to the present as he roughly shook me, again demanding my name.

I said nothing simply flipping us again. The human moaned suddenly so I darted over to him and prodded him behind the ear, yet again knocking him unconscious. That was one of the most stupid moves I had ever made. Whilst I was attending to the human Edward stood and kicked me right into the fire escape on the opposite wall.

I was hopelessly tangled and worst of all, the wretched thing was made out of iron! Iron is not the strongest metal but for some reason I am unable to break it. It also burns my skin agonisingly. Fortunately it leaves no scars so whilst I was in unbearable pain, I would not be mutilated. It kind of puts a damper on the disguise thing if you're covered in scars.

Whilst I was in agony, Edward approached me cautiously, suspecting this was a trap. I glared at him, trying to hide the pain he had just caused me.

"Why aren't you fighting back?"

"I can't dumbass. I'm stuck."

He then reached over to me and untangled the twisted metal. Glaring at him I got to my feet and resumed a fighting pose.

"Why couldn't you get out of that? I wonder… you have the strength to get out. You were in pain, which was obvious." He was mostly talking to himself at this point, finally distracted from his meal. I considered grabbing the human and running, but in my weakened condition I decided it was not worth it. So I just glared at him.

"I was not in pain." I hissed.

He just looked smug. Swiftly he reached out and jabbed my arm, where the iron had caught me most. I couldn't help it. I gave a yelp of pain.

He looked slightly mollified and said "Did that hurt?"

"No, I just cry out in pain for no reason, jackass!"

"It was the iron wasn't it? That's what caused you pain?"

Damn. He had found out one of my only weaknesses. I saw no point in denying it so I just nodded and hoped that this wouldn't get to the undead. There were a lot of undead bounty hunters searching for 'The Swan'. It was my little joke; I always left some sort of signature whenever I killed something. An S carved into a tree or a drawing of a swan. It was my calling card.

He grinned at my confirmation. Then he did something completely unexpected. He reached over to the mangled fire escape and extracted a bar of iron. He then proceeded to throw this at me. I ducked but it still caught me on the shoulder and I fell over clutching at it in pain.

He grabbed his meal and started to run off so I did the only thing I could think of. I shouted after him, "Carlisle would be ashamed of you!"

Then I ran I needed some time to heal before I could hunt any more. I ran straight to my meadow after making sure he wasn't following me.

That was the last time I had come here. It was a great place to think. Now I had ridded the earth of about 6745 vampires, werewolves, spirits and that one mermaid. Needless to say I had many enemies and few friends.

It was then that I heard somebody running towards me. Listening to the footsteps it was either a vampire or a werewolf as no human could run as fast as that. I sprang into a fighting stance and faced the direction of the sound. I saw a figure coming into focus and shouted out:

"I can hear you and you can smell me. Show your face!"

The figure did and I dropped my fists in shock.

"You…."

Sorry this chapter was a long time coming (by my standards) but as I said above I haven't been feeling too well and stuff like that. Also it's my longest chapter so far. Yay. Guess who the mystery figure is and you will get a virtual hug (I ran out of cookies). Keep reading and reviewing. X-Hannah-X