Ok, second chapter for today! Isn't this great, double chapters for both the times that I updated recently? Well anyway, they were "to be continued" ones and I thought it was unfair to leave it like that. Plus, I have to finish my idea flow and the chapter was getting a bit lengthy. The song used in this chapter is called Halo by Beyonce.

Chapter Six: Dancing Swan

Caroline Pov

When Bella/Elizabeth finished her story, I felt like a piece of was reaching out for her. Her cool composure seemed to make a lot more sense now. She had been hurt badly a long time ago and the wound hadn't at all healed. I could see the hurt in her deep brown eyes, an unusual thing since most hunters have violet eyes. But it also meant she could linger among the enemies as nothing, not even a threat- but also being the one who could easily take down the worst of them.

I hated that we lived in a world like this. In a world where vampires could run the whole damn place and no one would care unless it affected them. They'd care if they could only hear what happened to Bella in the uprising. Look what their world had cost Bella.

I didn't want to spoil her hope, since Bella seemed to be clinging to the hope that the indo she had met the night had not meant her harm but I'm not so sure. One of two things stuck out in my mind really. One option being that he had not known she was a vampire hunter but even then his mercy might not have been mercy at all. It might have been more merciful to kill her but then again. Maybe he wanted her to live like that.

It wouldn't surprise me, vampires are just cruel by nature. Leaving a little girl to face the ugly world they'd created, alone would be something they'd do. I refused to believe there was some alter motive for letting her live, because vampires were incapable of compassion- as it had been drilled into me many times before. I think he had no idea who she was, and most definitely would have killed her had he known what and who she was.

But his mistake was the vampire hunting community's rejoice. An important clan was lost, a clan that was almost like royalty that stretched back farther than even the oldest of the other clans, but one lost member had returned back into the safe embrace of the hunters. She'd found a good family, and I was happy that she had. Broken or not, Bella was still looking for revenge- it was easy to see that much, and she'd stop at nothing until the vampires slinked back to their shadows once again, or she'd die trying.

I admired her. I had long before I knew who the girl in my history class really was, the girl who became like an angel for our kind. I was sure that with her, the vampire race would one day become extinct.

And yet, I got a strange sort of empathy from around her. When she looked down at her sketch, into the face of the indo vamp Edward Cullen, she almost seemed to soften a little. I didn't know what the connection was between the two, but I didn't really mind that she seemed to like him. Granted, it was a little revolting, but they weren't a threat to us. Maybe it was because I'm just a newbie and I haven't been hardened by the slaughter of hunters and vampires yet, but I understood that she liked him.

Even if I didn't.

While Bella talked to me on the way to Port Angles, I could tell that both of our minds were elsewhere. So together we sat in silence, the wind flowing through the windows of Bella's sports car, and the hum of the engine the only other noise. I let my mind wander back to the days I had spent being schooled on the history of vampires and their hunters, and the days that led to the destruction of the Swan clan.

At the age of six I was already learning the characteristics of vampires, and pointing out people that had such characteristics. Usually they only had one quality, like someone who was pale or someone who had cold skin, but the older I got- the better I got at distinguishing vampires.

At first it scared me how many people walking around were actually vampires that I hadn't known about. Now that vampires ruled the world, they could walk around town and not care about being exposed- though they normally wouldn't. They always hallo vampires that people saw walking around, the indos were more rare and hid among the shadows. Though some mingled with humans, they were more discreet about hiding.

By seven years old I began physical training. Gymnastics, karate, ballet. Everything that could possibly make me improve on being a hunter; gymnastics for flexibility and quickness, karate for fighting skills (though I took many other fighting technique classes) and ballet for balance and fluid movements.

But I also took many other classes like music including; singing, piano, flute, violin and cello- so I could become good enough to be advanced groups that proved to have many vampires in them and also some very important vampire links.

By nine years old I had mastered pretty much every fighting technique. Music and dancing were things I was very good at, and tracking down vampires for the adults became a very easy thing to do. Even if I lived a relativity sheltered life, I felt like I was living on the edge.

By thirteen I was very good at getting information from other vamps, disguising myself as a vampire a few times.

Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen, I had become a social butterfly. Poised and graceful, girl envied me and guys wanted me. I built my walls, like all successful hunters, and kept myself cool and collected. Somehow, my unique appearance and cool personality made me even more irresistible to people. I found myself invited to parties almost daily, a line of guys a mile long that were just waiting to ask me on a date, and girls would ask me my secret. How did I manage to be so cool and beautiful.

But ever since I was six years old, when I first heard of the destruction of the Swan clan, I mourned with the poor girl left behind.

"She's about Caroline's age too."

"Amazing! She took on two vampires at once, and so young!" My father had cried in awe. He sat down in his chair, "master chair" I called it since only the head of the household sat there. My cousin David, sixteen at the time, ruffled my hair a little as he walked past to sit in one of the other chairs.

"I tell you Uncle Will, that girl did a stunning job. When the others got to her she was so calm, didn't even flinch as they moved the bodies."

"She sounds cold. Her own parents die before her eyes and she doesn't even take notice!" hissed David's sister, Marie.

"No not at all. We're told her hunting instincts were awakened, she didn't even seem like a little girl."

"Tell us David, what happened there?" My father almost begged sadly. After all, David had been one of the first people to get to the house to arrive.

"It was a mess, it was. And the girl too! She was clutching at a broken piece of chair leg but just sat as calmly as ever. She was covered in blood and it took a while to get her cleaned up and bandaged up, since the hallo attacked her."

"Dirty rats!" Father said angrily. I hadn't heard him say that in a very long time. It just wasn't like him.

"The poor girls all alone, the last of the Swan clan. But she won't disappoint us, it's painfully obvious that this girl is a living miracle."

"She's a Swan," I said standing up off my cushion. "It's in her blood and marks her as amazing," I defended.

"You're quite right, Caroline," father smiled down at her.

"Who's going to take care of her?" I heard myself ask but never sure why I did.

"A very nice woman named Morgan Burns is taking care of her."

"Morgan Burns? Why is she the only-

"Morgan Burns is of the Council, it's a very good thing she's decided to take care of the girl and not leave the choice up to other clans who might become greedy when trying to obtain her. She's just a girl, hunter or not, who's family's just died. Rushing her into hunting would be terrible, she's only just started to heal…"

All through my childhood I though of Isabella Swan as an angel. An angel with large white wings like the purest snow and kind heart but with power that would strike down every vampire that tainted the Earth.

I felt sad for her, losing her family- so that she was all alone in the world. But I prayed, I whispered into the night air and looked up at the moon and hoped that wherever she was, she'd look up and realize that someone else in the world was thinking about her and that she wasn't alone.

Isabella Swan was the angel of the vampire hunters, and I wasn't the only one who thought so. I was just the only one that spent my childhood dreaming about one day meeting the girl who was more like a goddess as our ages progressed and she fought the vampires and won. I drew many pictures of her, how I thought she'd look.

And in each picture she stood wrapped into the silkiest white robes, white as her wings that stretched toward the heavens and bright as the light that she sent to Earth and burned all the darkness away.

It was hard to think of her as my age. I had always pictured her as a teenager or an adult in the picture of youth. And now that I had actually met her, I was surprised by how accurate my imagination had been to the real thing. Except for the big white wings and robes part.

She had dark, mahogany color hair that tumbled in gentle waves just past her shoulders, flawless fair skin, and deep brown eyes that seemed to see right into your soul. Isabella Swan was everything I thought she'd be, and I felt like I was spending time with a goddess or something. And when I thought back to Edward and his family, I wasn't surprised why he was so interested in her- no not interested, in love with.

Edward Cullen was most definitely in love with Bella.

It was funny when you thought about it. A vampire and a vampire hunter, a fallen angel and the purest of angels. They were polar opposites but they were pulling at each other like magnets. And for once, I almost felt glad that Bella was in love. She'd finally decide to look up and realize she wasn't alone and that someone cared about her- even if that someone was Edward Cullen.

I never wanted to admit it to anyone but Edward was the only Cullen that I actually liked. (Not like, like) Though I had to act coldly toward him as well since I did to the rest of the Cullens. I couldn't help it, really it was just a reflex and I'd only slipped up a few times. Mostly I just avoided them.

And from what I'd seen of the two of them, they both seemed a little lost in the world. Maybe they'd both finally realized that a sun was shining in front of their eyes, lighting a path for them to meet.

I looked over at Bella who was beginning to pull over so we could get ready. And I suddenly remembered the promise I made to myself all those years ago, that I wrote down on a piece of paper and stuffed into my secret treasure box.

I will one day meet Isabella Swan and tell her she's not alone. And that I will serve her in any way she needs.

Whether that is getting information from vampires or being called at two in the morning to discuss a problem that's been weighing on her mind. I'd only known Bella for a day and already I felt like I'd known her for a very long time. And even though I sound like a fan girl, I wanted nothing more than to fight by Bella's side. Even though I was told she works alone, one time- just to see how she fights.

I'm told it's a spectacular sight.

B Pov

I felt a little shy on the way toward Port Angels. I felt like I was being examined inside and out by Caroline, and she was seeing deep down into the part that was in love with Edward. I know I shouldn't have been ashamed but I didn't want to have it all out in the open so soon. Not when I'd had so few time to get used to my surroundings. And I felt a little insignificant with Caroline- she was graceful and fluid, she was beautiful in an earthly sort of way, almost pixie like with her small frame. She spoke confidently and moved the same way, almost like she was dancing in a way that a ballerina would kill for.

And Caroline had grown up in a vampire hunting family. I hadn't known what I was until it was too late. Charlie and Renee never talked about vampire hunting, I don't even know if they knew.

Caroline and I made our way into a rest stop bathroom, each of us towing a black duffle bag into the ladies' room. I locked the door on my stall and pulled out my clothes from my bag. A tight fitting maroon colored cami and black jeans complete with my high heeled black leather boots. It seemed like it was a bit much, but we were bait as much as the weapon when hunting, but we also wanted to look inconspicuous.

I grabbed the bag off the hook and stepped out to face the mirror. I was already beginning to braid my hair when Caroline came out. Her shirt reached just below her bust line and was a deep violet color, and was wearing a black mini skirt with simple black heels. When she came out she just pulled her hair up into a pony tail, taking seconds but making it look like she'd spent hours on it.

I turned back to my reflection and started putting on my make-up. When I was done my eyes were covered with a light brown shadow, my darkened eyelashes and eyeliner bringing a dramatic look to my eyes. I didn't bother with much else except to put on a clear gloss and lean against the counter as I waited for Caroline to finish.

She was almost done now, just putting on a little mascara.

"You're not alone you know," she said suddenly. No one else was in the bathroom so I wasn't worried about being overheard but I was curious about what she meant.

"Huh?"

"When your parents died the entire community heard about it. I was six when I heard. Everyone always said that you were alone, the last Swan. But you're not alone. I just wanted you to know that." She was still putting on mascara, her tone casual, as if she wasn't saying anything more unusual than what the weather was like.

"Oh." She put the cap back on her mascara and smiled at me.

"You look great."

"You too." I hesitated for a second before I felt my own confidence pick up, the thrill of hunting starting to reach my veins yet again. "I'll make sure you have fun tonight."

She smiled again, wider and more confident. "Excellent."

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Our location for tonight was Club Spark. It was pretty new, with celebrity appearances and complete with bouncer and long line to wait.

Caroline and I danced up to the front of the line, earning us many angry shouts that were cut short when people saw us. I led the way, my hunting spirit coming out again.

The bouncer barely had to look at us before he stepped to the side. "Have a good time ladies," he said in a deep voice. I smiled back at him, mentally laughing at the awestruck expression he wore, and pulled Caroline inside.

The inside was the picture that popped into my head whenever you said club. The room was large and humid, loud music pulsing through the room and vibrating the floor along with the hundreds of people that danced on it. A crowd of people stood on the dance floor, swaying in every direction to the music, the blue and violet lights dancing off the crowd.

Straight from the door, past the dance floor, was a platform where the DJ stood at the table, speakers on each side of the stage. On the opposite side, to our right, was a bar complete with four bartenders and stools that were almost full of people. To our left was a long staircase that winded around, almost above the dance floor, and up into the upper level which looked out above the dance floor.

"Something tells me it's invitation only," I said in Caroline's ear.

"Then let's get invited," she said back. I smiled at her and the two of us made our way into the crowd of swaying bodies.

The music thumped loudly, numbing my ears but vibrating through my body. I liked this feeling in a way, the music vibrating through me and making me feel light as a feather. Caroline and I danced together for only three minuets before we had to be separated. A man in his twenties with dark brown hair and blue eyes smiled at me as he made his way through the crowd toward us.

"Meet me at the bar in half an hour," I whispered to her before the man had reached us.

"Hello ladies," he said in a confident tone. I smiled at him, trying to look seductive. "I was wondering if you'd like to dance," he said to me.

"I'd love to," I laughed and took his hand as he led us further away. I turned back a little and saw that Caroline was laughing, still dancing by herself but being approached by someone as well. Obviously not noticing him yet.

"The name's Ben."

"Jackie!" I shouted back. Since I'd never see this human again, I didn't bother with saying Elizabeth but he wasn't who I was after either so I wouldn't say my real name.

"It's nice to meet you Jackie!"

"You too!"

He put a hand around my waist and pulled me closer, the two of us beginning to dance to the next song. This way and that, I let the music move me. I hadn't ever taken formal classes like Caroline had, who obviously would have danced with ease, but I didn't need to be taught something that was just natural to me. The air was thick and hot, and I regretted wearing jeans, but I danced on.

Ben seemed to be enjoying himself as the two of us moved with the music, and even more amused when the crowd made a little circle around us. I didn't mind, it seemed to happen a lot to me. But it also made getting invited a lot easier, if the attention of the crowd was on me, then so would the attention of whoever was above.

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Dang it! I still didn't manage to get it done in only two chapters. Oh well, you'll get a third one maybe.

-V