Chapter 3

"You know what to do, don't you Isabella?" Grandfather said as he stood in front of me.
"Yes Grandfather." I told him, my head held high, like a true Swan. He nodded, pleased with himself. He turned me around to our fellow Hunter's and Huntress. My brothers were at a corner, watching with not expression, the Swan expression. My mother's face was filled with pain and worry, my father's was filled with pride. He knew that I would live through this. From the corner of my eye, I saw Levi's figure lurking in the corner, hidden in the shadows. He stared at me, blank expression. Memories of what happened yesterday passed through my eyes, though I shot them away. I turned to my grandfather who was looking at me in pride like father was. I wanted to grimace. I know they think I'll live through this, but I don't know for myself.
My grandfather addressed the crowd. Everyone turned their eyes and attention to grandfather. "I – My people, the Hunters of this region – Charles Swan IIII, Head Hunter of the region Arizona, will be sending out Huntress Isabella Marie Swan to accomplish a mission for the werewolves' in Washington." People clapped in amazement and in disbelief. I just stared at them in that Swan mask, where all my emotions were hidden. My grandfather clapped, gaining attention again through the crowd. "As a parting gift, my family, the Council and I will present Huntress Isabella will gift that will help her through her mission." Servants came out of the curtains into our living room. They placed boxes in front my parents, my brother Gavin – him being the oldest of the six, and three last boxes in front of Jonathan, David and a big black box in front of my grandfather. My parents were first to give their box to me.

"This if for your bravery." Father opened the box to reveal a silver dagger. He handed the box to my mother and took out the dagger. Some Hunter's gasped, while some – funny enough – 'ohhh'ed. My father held up the dagger to the light, showing of the carvings of a wolf howling and still dagger – only smaller – overcrossing the wolf. My father put the dagger in its case and placed it onto my hands.

He looked at me in the eye and said, "You will bring the Hunters' higher, to the clouds and sky. You will put the Werewolves' lower than dirt, to the ground, to Hades to where they belong. All because of your bravery."

He bared his neck to me, kneeling down. I did the same. My father stepped back and I was thrown back as my mother hugged me.

"You are important to me." She whispered. "I wish you luck my child. You are my only daughter; I wish not to lose you again." She hugged me tighter and let go. She bared her neck to me, also kneeling down and stepped back with my father. They walked away and stepped onto the stage was Gavin.

He opened the lid and took out a string with something dangling on it. I raised my brow but when I closely looked at it, I noticed it had a wolf on it. A grey wolf. The wolf was in a circle, a full moon, howling to the sky. He took my arm and slid the bracelet to my hand. He held onto the wolf, staring deep into my eyes. Even if he had the Swan expression on, his eyes told a different story. "Don't get yourself killed. Not for the innocent or the Hunters. Not even for our parents or grandfather, not for your brothers or anyone else. Keep yourself alive for yourself." He told me, stepping his back. He bared his neck and went back to where my other brothers were. They gave me small smiles and shrugs. Isaac gave me a thumbs up.

David and Jonathan were next. I tried to stop myself from ripping that fake smile off his face. I just looked at him. David smiled at me and opened the box. There placed on his plastic block, was the Hunter's Crest. The big H was blood red, bold and with meaning. Four symbols were craved inside the H. On one side of the H, the top right hand corner had a wolf was howling. The left hand corner had another wolf lying down. The bottom left had a wolf with its neck bared. The last symbol, the fourth had pitch black eyes, the eyes of one wolf. The H was held by black chains, with teeth – real wolf teeth – placed in random edges of the chain. This Crest was no ordinary crest. It was made from the Hunter's ancestors that were passed on to those who deserve it. The Hunter's Crest was only given to those worthy, who did good in battles or had done something no one else has done or did, like save a whole village. I was amazed that one was placed in front of me.

"A crest like no other. A Hunter's Crest given to you, Huntress Isabella." Jonathan said, smiling creepy, like a stalker or maybe a pervert … Yeah. A pervert is the right word. He got the Crest and went closer to me. Okay, first of all, ew. Second, I wish I could clasp it myself and third, ew. As he clasped the crest, his mouth was near my ear.

"If you think you will survive this Little Girl, you will not. Everyone thinks you are this warrior of some sort, even your grandfather, but to me, you are just a Hunter, a normal and ordinary Hunter waiting to be killed." He drew his head back and smiled his fake smile again. Saying I was pissing was an understatement and Jonathan knew it. He stepped back and bared his neck at me, David did the same.

As they went away, I burned deep holes at Jonathan's back.

Grandfather's shoulder's blocked my vision of the man I wanted to kill right at this moment. "Isabella." He said his voice deep and meaningful. "I give you a gun." Was all he said as he tried to hide a smirk. Everyone was confused, so was I. I opened the box and gasped. The Gun. It was the Gun. The Gun of grandfather's ancestors. I looked up and saw him bare his neck at me. He winked and turned back to the crowd. I closed the lid of the box and looked back at everyone.

"Huntress Isabella Marie Swan, we give you our luck for your mission. We will wait for your arrival, then we will proceed with our plan. Remember, Draw blood not first, but when they do." Grandfather said. He bared his neck at me, other's following.

I bared my neck to those and said in a promising voice, "I will bring back justice that our kind needs!"

Everyone clapped and cheered for me, telling me that I would be successful, that I would lead my people to victory.

Soon … it was all over. The crowd was gone, my parents wished me luck and my brothers said – once again – not to get myself killed. Jonathan smirked at me, his eyes telling me something that I didn't know. Jackass. David wished me well and my grandfather was grinning at me, still at my amazement of the Gun. But the only person I wanted to see was Levi.

"Where are you going Bella?" Mum asked me as she saw where I was heading. "Are you leaving now?" By the tone of her voice said everything that her eyes didn't.

"Yeah," I lied, my voice full of nervous. Thank God she thought I was nervous because of the mission and not because of Levi.

"Well," She started, then hugged me. "Please be okay. Please be safe." She sobbed.

"I will mum, I promise." I crossed my two fingers. "I'll be fine."

"Let her go Renee. She's eighteen and she's our daughter, she'll do well." Dad said, trying to hide his tears. This was hard for him. This isn't just some random mission that my brother's go to. This is a life and death mission that I was given.

"Yeah, mum. She's the Isabella." Isaac mocked, hugged me closely. Soon my brother came up to us and started hugging me, my parents joined in next, turning it into a group hug. My last group hug with my family.

"Isabella?" Grandfather asked.

"Yes?"

"You should go. You're flight leaves in two hours."

"Sure."

"Be careful Isabella." Mum said softly.

"Miss you sis."

"Get me a claw or tooth."

"Don't get yourself killed."

"And don't fall in love."

Those kinds of words or phrases were passed on as I grabbed my suitcases. Those kinds of words hurt. Only because they were coming from my family. It sounded like I was leaving for university not for a mission. I guess it was easier that way.

My grandfather took my hand and handed me a letter. "Levant is not here. He is with his father, Christian on a mission." My eyes widened. Mission? What mission? "You are not able to see him, but he gave me this to give to you." He gestured to the letter. "Good luck my child, you will do well

Then … I was in the car … leaving Arizona … Going to La Push.


I met Emily at the airport after many hours. I was shocked at what she appeared to be. She had three scars running down her check. Like claw marks. My interest spiked at that. Though she was still beautiful. We got alone quite well, she was helpful, too helpful at that. She asked me questions, I answered them – lying of course. I asked her questions and she answered mine, honestly and truthfully. Big difference on how I was saying what was and what isn't. Only, I had a reason. She was shocked that she had a cousin that was only a bit of a percentage Makah. I was shocked to, but she understood my needs, or rather my fake parents need. We worked well together. She was nice and very, very generous. I have nothing against her, she's probably one of the best cousins I have, okay, let me rephrase that, she's the only cousin that I like that is actually real and well … alive.

I met Sam Uley, her fiancé. He was buff, tall; built well … but … he looked like he was on steroids, though I knew the truth. He looked tired, like he didn't have any sleep. Wonder what made him so tired? At the affection that he put towards Emily, it showed that he loved her very much, vice versa. He talked to me, asked how I was, my family issues, school and all those things that seem unimportant. I answered them, telling him false words.

I wanted to ask them any Werewolf attacks or related but that would blow my cover and I really don't need that now.

As we got into the car, I caught sights of where we were heading or passing. The town Forks was small enough. Everyone knew everyone. There were no secrets that nobody knows. Though, there must be a few.

As we passed the La Push sign, my stomach flipped in that weird way, like that feeling you have when you're on a roller-coaster. It was like I was made to be here. It was weird … and scary. But it somehow felt right. Like something – or rather someone here in La Push felt right.

We soon arrived to a house, a median wood built house with a big porch. As we stepped inside, it felt like home.
"And this is our house." Emily announced, her hands gesturing to her house. "Sam made it for me, then it became the house for Sam's friends, so you'll be seeing them around."

I nodded, commenting on her house, also looking around "It's nice, clean and homey."

"You want lunch?" Emily asked, going into the kitchen. What I saw the dining table, I was shocked. There were probably ten or more seats. I raised my brows but then remembered what Emily said about Sam's friends around the house.

"Sure." I answered her about lunch when I noticed that she was looking at me, waiting for my reply.

"Okay, but I'll show you your room first." She led me my upstairs to a room – my room. I opened the door and put my suitcase inside. I didn't look at the room; all I wanted to do was to find some information about the Werewolves, I mean, that was what I was here for. Emily led me back to the living room and I sat down. Sam excused himself, going out the back door, saying he had things to do – probably work.

"Hey Emily can I take a pis - go toilet?" Oh how ladylike Bella, how ladylike. Good thing Emily was busy with the cooking.
"Sure, upstairs left." She called out.
I nodded and went upstairs.
When I finished my business I went to wash my hands. Turning the tap on, I boredly examined the different soap Emily has. Jeez, my aunt didn't have that much soap, and she's a neat freak. There was strawberry soap, lavender soap, blossom soap and a man taking his pants off. His hand was on his fly, ready to pull it down. I looked back at the soap and I eventually chose the strawberry soap, I mean my shampoo is straw- what? I looked back at the man and noticed he was - Oh God.
"Ahhhhhh!" I screamed a blood curling scream.
Once he heard me scream he looked back at me and screamed, "Ahhh!" He stumbled back, falling onto the bathroom floor, his pants to his thighs.
"Who the hell are you?" We both shouted at the same time.
We stated at each other. It was like having a mini stare down. Go Team Swan, for the Team!
"What the fuck? Get out?" We shouted the same time again.
"Me? No, you get out?"

I was going to slap him or kick him in the balls but -
"Bella?" Emily shouted from down stairs. I heard loud footsteps then the door opened. "What's the matter I heard you - Ahh!" She was cut short, probably screaming from the sight of this half naked man with his hand trying to cover his - erm - part. What a beautiful sight – not!
Sam quickly came into the bathroom. "Paul! Put that damn thing away! I don't need you flashing it to my wife or her cousin!" Yeah, oh God, how will I forget the - Oh help me please Lord. Please.
"Sorry, sorry." This Paul bloke said. He pulled his pants up, and looked at me, but I was staring at his body. His chest, his packs and his abs. He was handsome in a way. Dude may be a prick and a perv, but he had a smockin' body. Though the perv part is - Whatttttt? Why the hell am I thinking about this bloke I just met in the toilet? In the damn toilet of all the places!
"Bella?" Emily whispered to me.
"Ye-ah." I said. From the corner of my eye, I saw Paul bloke smirk.
I quickly turned around, pointing my finger to his chest, "Listen hear flashy, and listen good. Just because you saw me looking' at your bod, doesn't mean a thing, so don't go smirking about and around. You got that, Pervo?"
"Flashy? Pervo?" Was all he asked, a confused look on his face. What a stupid prick …
For the first time, I looked into his eyes about to shout at him, to yell and call him a bastard, but his dark forest green eyes held me speechless, but that didn't make the dazzle look on his face change into a smirk that I thought it would. My insides then started feeling funny, like a warm sensation has filled every part of my bones, body, head to toe. My heart swelled for no reason, my brain didn't think, it just wanted to mesmerise the image of Paul, of his face, of his body. Looking at him now, he looked beautiful. His face was flawless, edgy looking and had a dangerous glint. My eyes started taking in every detail of Paul. His hair, jet black raven choppy cut, sweeping to his forehead, covering a part of his eyes. I examined his face, his slender, strong edged jaw, his tanned skin and straight nose. He was manly, he was deadly, he was ... Something else. My nose started to take in his smell, sniffing him suddenly. His musky, forest, grass and trees smell made me want to faint. Good thing I was leaning by the sink. My mouth start watering, well, who wouldn't?
Then, I broke out of my trace. I was aimlessly and stupidly staring at his man, who had the guts to come into the toilet when I was using it! He had the bloody guts!
With one last look at this God reincarnation, I turned my back, ignoring the suddenly pain in my heart and walked away from the bathroom, but only to find four men who were half naked standing by the door, listening closely.
I raised my brows at them, "Put a shirt on." I told them. Then I walked into my room, slamming the door.
Well, things couldn't get worse, can it now?

Actually, it can. And it did.

Right by my window, I heard the two voices of men. One of them was Paul.
"I don't know man, it was like, I thought she was worthy for a day or two, I mean, yeah, she looked good, but when I looked at her, like really looked at her, I just -"
"Fell in love with her?"
"Yeah, but-"
"But what?"
"I don't know, I - I guess I stopped looking at the outside of her and looked at the inside."
"Wow, Paul. That's new."
"I know, I know."

Funny. This Paul bloke has a desire for me of some sort.

Well, I feel the same.

Wait what?

Back to reality Bella. Back to earth. Back to La Push. Back to Emily's house. Back to Paul and his body, his face … his … Oh shit. Now I'm thinking of him. Oh shit! I'm actually thinking of him!


Okay, first of all, so, so, so sorry for not updating … there are many reasons (you don't wanna hear them though … but I was supposed to update on last week but my log in wouldn't work and the icon wouldn't work) to why I haven't updated but I'll just leave it to a sorry (I know that it's enough). Secondly, it's the holidays (8 weeks of no school. One word: Freedom! And also Hell Yeah! Dover 'ere I come!) meaning I can update probably once (or twice if lucky) a week :D Remember to review and tell me how Bella and Paul met. Was it good? Weird? Crazy? Oh, I got that idea from experience … -_- …