Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga! They are Stephanie Meyer's books.

I guess that now that I have dumped my useless life description on you, that you wonder why I am writing this. Where did I get the will to write this? I had a life changing experience. Let me start from the beginning.

I got home earlier than usual. My headache hurt worse than it did before I fought that newborn. Something big was going down, and soon. I didn't get headaches this bad before. My mind felt as if it was splitting into two, then I realized what came next, vision. Some vampires have visions, but they didn't hurt them. Hunter's visions felt like someone was stabbing their brain repeatedly, trying to destroy it by making a bunch of holes and letting it bleed to death.

I gripped the chair I was standing next to. I squinted my eyes and locked my jaw. I got basically, little glimpses of what was going to happen. I saw a human, brown hair, brown eyes, really close to albino, but had red in her cheeks. Defiantly human, but I saw a vampire with golden eyes standing next to her, holding her hand. The scene changed quickly and I saw a lot of newborns. You could tell they were newborns because they were twitchy and had really bright eyes. As a vampire gets older, the darker red their eyes get. An older vampire led them, but he wasn't much older, maybe a year. Then there was nothing but fighting, and the human girl was killed.

I had to be there, to stop them, but how? I don't think I could fight a whole army. In fact, I don't think I could fight the army and the vampire with the human. This was going to be a challenge, but I had to. I would start by figuring out where they were. I thought back to my vision. I had seen a boat dock, with Seattle Boating written on the sign. I would look in Washington; see if I could pick them off before they were a full army. Then I would join the fight and kill the rest.

I live in Salt Lake City, Utah, but I have a fake passport and fake credit cards so I can travel. I've been to Peru, Bolivia, Italy, France, and Greenland ECT. Most people would be excited if they got to travel as much as I did, but I didn't care. It was apart of the job.

I sat down at my small table with a map of Washington and a vanilla pudding cup. Yes that was my dinner. Usually after I came home from a fight, I was famished and ate everything in sight, but tonight thanks to Mr. Mind splitter in Brain central, my appetite was gone and I was exhausted, but I had to figure out how far it was to Seattle. About 701 miles, which would be 1 hr. 24 min., which would be great. My vision would take place in exactly 5 days from the minute it was done. My visions were as accurate as they were painful. I would leave tomorrow at 8:00 a.m. Pacific Standard Time and figure out my plan on the plane and in the hotel.

This was my routine for hunting. Plan it out first, review plans, and then carry them out. Sometimes I was jumped and I acted on instincts, but I didn't like that.

I practically crawled to my bed when I was done washing my spoon and tiding up. I laid on the soft pillows and warmed myself under the cold sheets. I didn't mention this before when I should have, but we run a temperature full time, and we heal way faster than humans. You never know when you could be stranded and jumped. The only two things we could heal were our brains and our hearts. Bones set themselves when they break and I don't need stitches ever. I don't have a reason to buy Band-Aids or antibacterial ointment. My immune system was well set up. Finally I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up at 6:00 a.m. like every day. My brown, curly hair was all over my face. I flipped it back with my brush. I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I looked at my tan skin and my bright blue eyes. I was tall and thin like a model. I was 5'10. I didn't know why I thought my eyes were unnatural. I pulled my yellow tank top off to reveal my black bra with pink polka dots. I shrugged out of my white sweatpants and saw my matching underwear. I peeled these off and hopped in the shower. The hot water, boiling to anyone normal, felt good as it trickled and licked my body. My long hair, still curly even in water, reached down my back to my waist. It stuck to my body when I added shampoo to my hair and when I rinsed it; I felt the little bubbles run down my face and down my chest. I ran my fingers through my hair after I rinsed out my conditioner. I dabbed some liquid soap on my washcloth and scrubbed my body clean. I stared at a scar across my stomach I got from fighting a werewolf down in Florida on Clearwater Beach. I loved the white sand, the people relaxing as the water splashed on the children's legs. I had just turned 15 and that was how we (my family and I) were going to celebrate. I was down at the beach late at night, during a full moon. My parents were sitting watching me, when I barley saw him.

He looked kind of like a wolf, but with a pulled back snout and his legs were beefy. His hind legs were bigger than his front. I was so shocked by him, that I didn't warn my parents. He ripped my parents apart and charged for me. At the time, I had no idea what I could do, so it was a time of instinct. I grabbed a lit tiki pole and waved like a baton. No one was out on the beach this late at night, so it was just he and I.

I charged at him with the lit pole and he jumped back. As soon as I retreated just a step, he attacked me, but only scratched my belly. I grabbed his head and twisted it until I heard a snap. He lay beside me, dead. It was my first kill, and I had lost my parents. I mourned, killing anything threatening families, but soon, I stopped caring about them. I killed any thing supernatural. I did it secretly too, not wanting attention.

I never thought about them anymore, but my parents were the best around, they had the right punishments for the right things, loved me at the right time, never yelled, and my dad made mistakes sometimes. I screwed up a lot when I was younger. I ran away a lot, not realizing that each time I was grounded that it was because they loved me.

I shut off the water because it was starting to cool off. I stepped onto my clean white bath mat. I dried myself off and started to blow dry my hair. When it was finally dry enough half an hour later, I started packing. I packed mostly sweaters, jeans and boots. I bought a lot of things online for traveling. I had to blend. I had my passport, license, and credit card ready. I walked out of my apartment and down the stairs to the lobby.

"Hi Mrs. Dorlie, how are you this morning?" My neighbor, a 63 yr. old widow, was sitting on the couch in the lobby reading The Secret Garden.

"Just fine dear, going somewhere?" She lifted her eyes from her book to see my bag.

"Yeah, business you know." Everyone in the building thought that I had graduated early on account of my IQ. I was actually pretty smart.

"God be with you then," She smiled at me. I smiled back. As soon as I got to the parking lot though, I wiped it off my face and went back to my non-social scowl. I thought that Mrs. Dorlie was like a grandmother I never had. My dad's parents died when he was in high school and I didn't know my mother's parents. Or at least her dad, since her mother died from labor.

I thought back to Mrs. Dorlie, this was my most dangerous hunt and if I didn't return, what would she think. We spend a lot of time together and she makes me feel like a normal teenager. That is the only time I actually care about life and myself. I never thought about how my hunts may affect her though. I put it out of my mind when I arrived at my Audi. I popped the trunk and loaded my bag. After I slammed it shut, I got in the car, stuck the key in the engine, and backed out of the parking lot. On my way to the airport, I checked my purse to make sure I had everything I needed. I had my birth certificate, insurance papers, wallet with credit cards and money. I arrived, knowing that I would leave in about an hour. I walked to the front desk.

"How may I help you?" The lady asked. I smiled.

"Can I get a flight to Seattle for 8 o'clock a.m.?"

"Yep, we have three seats left, are your parents with you or getting more bags?" She asked. I hated when people assumed. Though she must be new because I used this airport all the time, and everyone knew I traveled alone.

"No, my parents died in a car crash, I'm traveling to see relatives. I do that often," I lied efficiently. Her eyes grew wider and her smile started to fade.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, when?"

"Three years ago," That was actually the truth; they did die three years, two months, and three weeks ago. I remembered it was the day of my birthday. Some birthday huh.

"Oh, well, I'll need to see your passport," I held my passport out to her and she scanned it with the computer. It passed and she handed my flight ticket. I walked to the lobby and placed my bag on the conveyor belt. I saw a family holding a sign that said, "Welcome home Bobby." I assumed that they had a family member who was getting back from traveling.

I sat down by a little girl, who I guess what shy, since she hid behind her father's leg. I smiled and pulled out a frosted animal cracker out of my purse. I held it out to her, but her father pushed her back.

Strangers always trying to get kids to come with them at all times, doesn't she see she is with me? She must be a dumb one… I concentrated hard on the father's thoughts, and that is what I got. I chuckled and when my flight was announced, I hopped up and walked to the alley where we got on the plane. My smile had disappeared and was replaced with my usual non-social scowl.

The plane left at 9 o'clock a.m. and I had lost about 11 hours to fight vampires. I would lose about another 1½ from the flight and checking into a hotel. This should be fun.

Author's Note- I just wanted to say that I have never been on a plane or even in an airport! I am super duper sorry if I got some details wrong. Please forgive me and review. I would like tips on how to improve my story or my character. Thank you for reading!