With my "jumping" abilities, it wasn't a long trip back to the house I'd so recently run from. And as I expected, Carlisle, Edward and Alice were waiting for me in the backyard.

"I saw you coming back, but from the look on your face it's not a pleasant visit." Alice said, her usual cheerful self-stored away for the moment.

"Edward, where is Bella?" I wasn't trying to be rude by ignoring Alice, but they do say first things first.

"Inside, though I don't know how that is relevant to the situation." I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was still wary of me.

"Then that is where I need to be." I said. I didn't wait for permission to enter, or a response of any kind. I simply jumped into their living room.

"Nobody say a word. This is an incredibly long story, and until the story is told all questions are pointless."

I knew what I was doing, it was something I did well. I was ordering. The way my eyes darkened and my face became stony, they knew I wasn't messing around.

They all sat, and watched. Their expressions ranging from anger to curiosity.

"OK, you know I am a Gitan, and that I am Aro's daughter, but I am also something else. Known amongst my people and some of yours as a Guetteur, or Watcher. A watcher is a Gypsy that the Goddess' believe to have become unruly and dangerous. I was decided as an unruly and dangerous watcher, but because I did not break any laws my magic was not taken. Instead they assigned me a soul whose destiny had yet to be completed."

I paused to let this sink in, and so I could catch my breath.

"Now, my father found out about the soul I was assigned to, and believing that killing that soul repeatedly would send me running back into his arms, and away from my job."

All that was left of the story was the details, but I figured I'd give them the main gist and they could ask for details if need be.

"What did you do to become a Watcher?" Alice asked, a slightly stunned expression crossing her pixie-like face.

"In the time I've been alive, I've killed many of your kind, regrettably. Wether it was for self-defense or not, I have. They thought that I had become unstable, and that I was killing them for no reason other than to simply kill." I replied, watching their faces for any signs of disgust, but I could not find it there in the surprise.

"Who is the soul you were assigned to?" Edward asked, though from his stiff expression I knew he didn't need to.

"In this life, she is known Isabella Swan, though I have protected her through many more. You see, Bella here has a specific fate that must be fulfilled, but in each of her lives before, she was killed before she could attain that fate."

"What fate?" Bella whispered, looking shell shocked by this discovery.

"Bella, it is set in stone that whether in this life or however many more you take on, you are to become a vampire." I didn't need to look at Bella to see the light that sparkled in her chocolate brown eyes, nor at Edward to see the hatred that had just been born.

"I do not understand. If Bella's fate is set in stone, why would she need to be protected?" Carlisle asked.

"You, the wolves, and those of us who live in the world of magic, are not the only mythical creatures who roam this earth. There is one more creature; a very forgotten one. These things were once known as Snatchers. They have the ability to drag a soul from its very body and drag it straight to hell. Long ago, they did this to any soul they liked, but now they are more particular. Now the only pick the souls that have been given a specific fate. Souls like Bella."

"So let me get this straight. You are saying that you were sent to protect Bella from soul snatching beings, that want to drag her soul to hell?" Crotch Monkey asked, looking at me like she was two seconds from calling the nearest Insane Assylum.

I had my snarky retort ready to go, when I felt it. A deep sense of dread, followed by an overwhelming sense to hide.

"Don't believe me now? Wait about ten seconds." I muttered as the first Snatchers began drifting through the walls.