Hunter

All right, everyone seems to be enjoying this. I'm not getting as many reviews as my other story, but that's all right. I'm still enjoying it.

M - Nice to hear from you again. You'll have to forgive me when I say that you must forget every rule Supernatural taught you about vampires. It wouldn't be a crossover unless I used Stephanie's rules. They can be killed by humans though. I'll explain how this happens soon.

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Bella's POV

Hospitals weren't my favourite places. The walls were painted with different versions of white, and they always smelled like medicine and death. That was not a pleasant combination.

I sat on the edge of a hospital bed and allowed the nurse to take a blood sample. I'd been to enough hospitals to know the routines.

My head was still pounding and I fought not to grimace as I sat in the sunlight. The light made it worse.

The door to the emergency room opened and my doctor strolled inside. He looked at me and smiled gently. "You must be Isabella Swan," he said.

I grimaced, and that time it wasn't from pain. "Bella Colt," I corrected, and then I smiled. "I sincerely hope there's a crash cart nearby." His expression went blank with confusion. I chuckled. "I bet you cause some heart arrhythmias just be walking into a room."

He laughed, and I decided he wasn't a total douche bag, even if he did look like the guy from the second Hollow Man movie.

"My name is Doctor Cullen. You can call me Carlisle. Edward told me you collapsed before the accident," he said.

I shrugged. "I've been getting some nasty head aches."

"Really?" he asked. He pulled out a penlight and flashed it into my eyes.

OWW!!! I covered my eyes and backed up. "Knock it off! That frigging hurts!"

Carlisle jerked back, a little stunned. Apparently, he'd never gotten that reaction before. He frowned. "I think I might need to schedule an MRI."

I groaned. "Ugh, do I have a brain tumour or something?" I asked. Considering the alternative, which I couldn't even bare to think of, I almost hoped I just had a bunch of deadly cells growing in my brain.

"I'm not sure, but it's better to be safe than sorry. How long have you been having these headaches?"

Since I got back from hell, I thought. "About a week ago. I've had one nearly every day."

His face grew more severe. "Have you been vomiting?"

Almost every morning, but seeing people getting chopped to bits can cause a bit of nausea, especially when you're the one-

"Yeah, I have been."

"Alright, what do you say we head down to it now?" he said. I didn't like how filled with dread he sounded. He helped me into a wheelchair, which I felt was totally unnecessary, and ushered me down to get an MRI.

I've had a few of them, mostly after suffering from head trauma. You have to lie still for a long time, usually about half an hour. It's loud and uncomfortable. If I were claustrophobic, I'd really hate them.

I managed to slip my knife into my duffle bag. The last thing I needed was the swat team called on me. People are so paranoid.

I lay down on the table and allowed Carlisle to scan my brain. "Hey, see if you can find my sanity while you're snooping around in there! And stay out of the room with the DO NOT ENTER sign, unless you like watching people eat bugs. God! I really shouldn't have watched that episode of Survivor."

I heard Carlisle choke back a laugh. I assumed that he didn't want to be smiling while he was telling me I would probably die. Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt, and wore it out.

"This is covered by my insurance, right?" I asked.

"Yes," he answered, using his microphone. I couldn't see him, but I knew he was scanning for foreign matter in my brain. I'd seen enough episodes of House to figure that much out. "Try not to talk too much."

"Sorry!" I called back and promptly shut up. I tapped my fingernails on the floor of the machine, trying to hold still. I began humming "Some Kind Of Monster" by Metallica. Finally, he finished and pulled me out of that prison. "That was about as fun as watching paint dry," I commented.

He looked confused. "From what I could tell, everything looked normal. Does you head still hurt?"

I shrugged. "It feels a little fuzzy, but it isn't too bad."

He leaned back and crossed his arms. "It might be migraines. I'll write you a prescription. Try to keep track of your headaches. If they start getting worse, call me."

I chuckled. "As if I need a reason to call you," I said. I fluttered my eyelashes and laughed at Carlisle's stunned face. "Relax dude, I know you're married. Don't worry, I've done a lot of bad things, but I'm not a home wrecker."

Carlisle looked mildly disturbed, but he didn't comment. "Let's go back to the examination room."

I picked up my bag and walked with him. I sat myself back on the bed and looked around. Tyler Crowley, my almost killer was passed out on the bed next to me. "Is he going to be alright?" I asked.

Carlisle nodded. "It looks that way."

"It's a good thing Edward was there. I would've been screwed if he wasn't."

As if my words had summoned him, he appeared. His eyes locked on Tyler's unconscious form before drifting to me. "Are you alright?"

I smirked. "Thanks to you, Superman, my reign of terror can go on." Edward chuckled. I suddenly frowned. "How am I going to get home?" I mumbled.

"I'll drive you," Edward said. Carlisle gave him a quick, sharp look. I pretended not to notice.

I looked at him sharply, poking his chest. "Alright, but if you try any funny stuff, I'll make you wish you had died today."

Edward seemed amused by my anger. "I promise I'll be a perfect gentleman, but if you don't feel comfortable driving with me, I assume someone in the waiting room will offer to give you a ride."

I groaned. "How many people are out there?"

Edward rolled his eyes. "About half the school from what I saw."

I turned to Carlisle. "Is there a back exit around here?" I asked. Edward grinned wider and shook his head. "Fine, we'll go out the window, then." With that, I grabbed my bag and started to climb out the window behind the bed.

Carlisle seemed ready to protest, but I already had one leg outside. "Relax Doc, this is a synch. Try not to fall on your ass, pretty boy," I said to Edward. The emergency room was on the first floor, so it was no trouble jumping outside. I landed in a garden of dying flowers and took off to look for his car. Edward had left it with the keys still in the ignition. I guessed that in a town this small, no one would think of stealing someone else's car.

Suddenly, I sensed a presence behind me. I whirled around and reached for my absent knife. When I saw it was only Edward, I rolled my eyes. "Don't you guys make any noise when you walk?" I asked.

For a second, I glimpsed his discomfort, but he quickly covered it up. He held up a white, plastic bag with Doctor Cullen's signature on it. "Your medicine," he told me.

I smirked. "Mother's little helper." I took the bag and gave him another spontaneous kiss, although that one was for an entirely improper reason. I enjoyed his stunned look for half a second and got into the passenger seat.

Edward recovered and got into the car. His expression was tense. "Do you need directions?" I asked.

"No, I know where you live," he said.

I hmmed. "That's vaguely ominous." He snickered and reached for the radio. He turned it to the classical station and leaned back into his seat. I listened for a few seconds and realized I recognized to melody. "Huh, Clair de Lune. You actually have decent taste," I said.

He snickered again. "I doubt people would expect you to know anything by Debussy."

"I like to surprise people."

"You succeed quite well." I watched as he drummed the notes out on the steering wheel. He drove as fast as I did. I was grateful for that. We pulled up into my driveway and got out of the car. "May I come in for a few minutes?" he asked.

I considered that. On the one hand, he was most likely a monster who wanted to eat me alive, on the other, he had a face that could have been painted by Da Vinci. My hormones won and I allowed him inside.

It was only after I let him in that I remembered that the journals were still strewn around the living room. I'd filled up the ceiling-high bookshelf with some of them, but there will still at least eight-hundred piled up along the walls.

"Sorry about the mess," I said. "I've been doing some research." I'd figured out that most of the siblings in my family went on the same hunts, which eliminated hundreds of books that I had to read. It meant I was getting closer to finishing. I would probably make another stop in New York to drop them off. I hoped Edward couldn't read Latin, but I didn't put it past him. "They're private journals, so don't touch," I said severely.

Edward smiled as if my anger was the most amusing thing in the world. He obediently left the books alone and sat down on the couch.

"Do you want anything to eat?" I asked. I was pretty sure he would say no. He and his family never ate anything at school.

"No, thank you," he said predictably. I smirked and sat down next to him, studying him. There was something odd about the way he sat so still. As if realizing I was staring, he shifted his position. I tried to hide my suspicions. "Do you like being out here all by yourself?" he asked suddenly.

I hadn't really thought about whether I liked it. I was used to being alone. I shrugged. "It's not so bad. So, is there a reason you wanted to come in?"

Edward looked away. If I didn't know any better, I could almost swear he looked like he was about to blush, though his face stayed as pale and smooth as ever. His golden eyes seemed to darken as they looked back at me. I tried not to let him know I noticed. "I was wondering if I could give you a ride."

Well, that was unexpected…and sweet.

I smiled at him gently. "That would be great. Wait!" I said, suddenly worried. "Your car only has five seats. What about the rest of your family?"

Edward smiled. "Rosalie has been waiting for an excuse to drive to school in her new car, and Alice can't wait to meet you."

Alice? Well, she was the smallest one. If things got dangerous, I could probably take her out. No, stupid! Never judge a monster by their pigtails! She could be the most dangerous of them all!

Finally, I decided if they wanted me dead, they would have done it already. I nodded and smiled. "That would be great!" I said, infusing as much enthusiasm into my voice as I could.

Edward rolled his eyes.

"There's just one thing," I said.

His eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What?" he asked.

I grinned menacingly. "Can I drive?"

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I saw her standing by the pool table. We were in a bar that I recognized as the Comet Tavern. It was in Seattle. The clock said it was 11:15.

The girl turned away from me. She was pretty, with dark skin and short, curly black hair. She was with a friend, a blond girl with a big smile. I watched as she suddenly turned back again. There was a slightly flustered look on her face. She whispered something to her friend and her friend turned to look. She turned back and giggled, pushing her friend into the dark towards somebody.

I tried to see through the darkness, but it was impossible. I kept my eyes on the girl's silhouette and watched as she stopped to talk to someone. She kept shifting from side to side and looking down. She was uncomfortable, I sensed. I heard a smooth, male voice and saw the dark figure reach out to take her hand. The girl shivered, but followed as he led her outside. I found myself in an alley, watching as they stepped out into the cold. The girl found herself pinned against the wall a second later. She let out a muffled scream as the man began to kiss her neck.

My own screams woke me. I'd fallen asleep on the couch reading more journals. It was still dark out, but I was used to the lack of light by now. I groaned and stretched, wondering what was up with me. I had never dreamt so much in my entire life. Maybe I should have taken one of Carlisle's pills, but I figured Renée would need them more than me.

I got off the couch and started to get ready. I was munching on some toast when Edward knocked on the door. I stuffed the rest of it into my mouth and wiped off any crumbs from my face and clothes. I wore a dark blue blouse and jeans. I put on my long-sleeved, plaid shirt and jacket and answered the door. "You're early," I said as I looked him over.

He wore a dark blue shirt, jeans and a blue jacket. He leaned against the doorframe and smiled. He looked inside to the living room. "Did you fall asleep in here?" he asked.

I felt myself start to blush and looked away. I bit my lip and nodded. "My ancestors weren't very interesting," I lied. The truth was; I was starting to get into the best years, when everyone was aware of monsters and often offered assistance to my family. They would invite them to stay at their houses and feed them. Hunting didn't exactly offer a good pension plan. "Are you ready to go?" I asked.

He nodded. "I brought Emmett and Alice. I hope you don't mind." I shook my head and we went out to the car.

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Edward's POV

Bella gave my car a once over and shook her head, laughing. I couldn't understand what was so funny. I got into the passenger side and she got behind the wheel. She took out a pair of gloves and grasped the steering wheel tentatively. She turned around and locked eyes with Alice and Emmett. She smiled. "Sorry about this." She inclined her head in my direction. "It was his idea." I was about to protest, but decided that it would be easier not to.

I'd asked Emmett and Alice to come because were the best options if I wanted to keep from killing her. Alice would catch anything major and warn me, although she had been hiding her thoughts for quite a while. I wondered what was up, but I still trusted her. Emmett was strong enough to pull me off her if I did attack. I winced as I inhaled a breath of her scent. I wondered if this was a mistake, but I felt in control.

"It's okay," Alice said in her tinkling voice. She gave Bella big grin and I caught a glimpse of something in her thoughts. "I've always wanted to drive a friend to school." I caught the word friend and looked at her. She gave me an innocent smile and started reciting the Declaration of Independence in her head. I rolled my eyes at her. She would slip up eventually.

Bella grinned. "The pleasure's all mine, Twinkle-Toes," she said, winking at her. She looked at me. "I'd put my seatbelt on if I were you," she warned.

I smirked. "I think I'll be okay." If she saw how I drove, she wouldn't be so concerned.

She shrugged and turned on the radio. A Lynard Skynard song began to play out and I grimaced, reaching for the radio.

Bella slapped my hand. "Not a chance, Superman. Driver picks the music, shotguns shut their cake-holes," she said as if quoting from a bible. She turned the dial up and pulled out of the driveway. She gave me a wicked grin and floored it. The tires squealed and I grabbed onto the seat as we spun into the right lane.

I looked at her, alarmed. She laughed and began to sing along to the radio, on key even.

"I was cutting the rug,

Down at a place called the jug,

With a girl named Linda Lu.

When in walked a man,

With a gun in his hand,

And he was looking for you-know-who."

At the last line, she pointed at herself and turned onto another road.

"He said 'Hey there fellow,

With your hair coloured yellow!

Whacha tryin to prove?

Cause that's my woman there,

And I'm a man who cares,

And this might be all for you.'"

She turned another corner, squealing the tires again. Suddenly, the music cut off. Bella looked at the radio angrily as a newscaster apologized for the interruption.

"Last Wednesday, a robbery in Port Angeles was interrupted by an unknown individual. The assailants sustained minor injuries and were detained by police who are searching for the supposed vigilante for questioning. She is described as being around five foot six, with a slim build, and brown hair and hazel or brown eyes. Witnesses say she looked to be in her late teens or early twenties. Video evidence suggests that she is well trained in self-defence and used several items from the store to disable the armed robbers.

Please, if you have any information on whom this girl could be, or if you are listening yourself, please report to the police. Thank you."

I realized that Bella was holding her breath. She let it out very quietly and went back to singing her song, although she didn't seem very interested anymore.

I looked at her, and then I really looked at her. She wasn't 5'6", but she was close. Her build was slim, although she was always wearing such bulky clothing that it was hard to tell. Her hair and eyes were both brown.

Nonsense. There were millions of girls who fit that description. But the way she reacted…

"Bella?" I asked. I sensed Alice and Emmett's thoughts. They too were coming to the same conclusion.

She sped into the school parking lot and spun the car around. The momentum carried it into our usual parking space facing outward. She turned and smiled at me. "You're not the only one with secrets, Superman." With that said, she leaned in a kissed my cheek again. I was more prepared that time, but what I wasn't prepared for was Alice's thoughts.

Luckily, Bella got out of the car and raced to her first class. I gripped the seat so hard that the fibres came loose. I turned slowly to Alice. She was trying to cover up her mistake, but it was too late.

I'd seen Bella, not as a fragile human, but a beautiful, deadly immortal. Her white arm was wrapped around Alice's waist and they were smiling at each other.

"Did she just kiss you?" Emmett said, gawking at me. I didn't have the self-control to answer. I felt like I should scream.

"I have to leave," I growled. Emmett's eyes widened. Rosalie and Jasper appeared and slipped into the car.

"What's the matter now?" Rosalie whined. She glared at me when I ignored her.

"When did you see that?" I asked Alice.

She looked away guiltily. "When you saved her yesterday. It solidified at that moment."

"What did?" Emmett bellowed. He looked back and forth between us. I felt Jasper let out a wave of calm and I realized I was on the verge of breaking down. I was furious.

Alice quickly explained. "I had a vision when Edward saved Bella yesterday. I saw her as one of us."

My family reacted with shock. I gritted my teeth at the onslaught of thoughts.

"No! That's not going to happen to her," I growled out. "Not her." I realized I was still clutching my seat and I removed my hands. The cushion was in ribbons. Rosalie looked at it with disdain.

"That's not all I saw," Alice said tentatively. I froze as another of her visions played out.

It was worse than I could imagine.

My own eyes, deep crimson with human blood, the eyes of the monster. Bella's broken body in my arms, ashy white, drained, lifeless.

I darted out of the car and ran into the forest. Luckily, everyone else had already gone inside. We were late for our first class. Carlisle would be disappointed. Esme would be worried. I slammed a fist into a tree, breaking it in half. I slipped to my knees, clutching my stomach. I couldn't shake the visions out of my head. My revulsion was almost outweighed by my desire and I realized it would be so easy to do either one. If I slipped…

Alice and the others approached me. "I need to leave," I repeated.

"I don't think you can leave, Edward," Alice said. Think about it. Think about leaving.

I understood what she meant. The thought of leaving Forks, of never seeing Bella again, it was agonizing.

Alice smiled. "She's so much fun, Jazz. Edward will need to introduce you. We're going to be best friends."

"No!" I shouted. "Nobody's going near her! I can't do that to her!"

Alice frowned. "I love her too, Edward, or at least, I'm going to."

"Love her, too?" I asked, incredulous.

Emmett looked puzzled. "What are you guys talking about?"

Rosalie smacked him. "Pay attention! Alice sees him falling for a human! How classically Edward!" She pretended to gag.

Alice sighed. "Let's go to class. They'll be missing us. We don't want to worry Esme."

Even Rosalie shut up and did as she was told. No one ever wanted to upset Esme. I stayed kneeling on the forest floor. Alice had been wrong before. I would change the future. I wasn't strong enough to leave now, but soon. I would just have to avoid her. No more rides to school, no more chatting during Biology, no more exchanging smiles or…I touched my cheek, remembering her warm lips brushing against my cold skin. Why hadn't she shied away?

"Edward!" Alice called.

I managed to get to my feet and ran to the edge of the forest. I couldn't look at anyone. I sensed Jasper reacting to my sudden pain. I tried to relax for his sake, but I couldn't get my mind off Bella. Finally, I gained enough control to go to my first class.

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Bella's POV

I spent my Art class drawing the people from my dreams. While their murderers had been blocked by shadows, I'd seen the victims quite clearly. Ms. Ackley complimented me on my creativity when I drew the bar scene. She said the girl's emotions were very clear on her face.

By the time lunch rolled around, their faces were all I could think about. I scanned the room for Edward, and saw him sitting with his family. I debated going over to talk to him. Were we friends now?

"Hey, Bella!" Angela called. I turned away from them and sat down next to her. She pulled out a book. "Mr. Banner said we were starting Psychic Phenomena yesterday, so I borrowed this from the library. It lists all these psychic powers and stuff. I thought you might find it interesting." She handed it to me.

"Thanks," I said.

"Psychics?" Mike asked, sitting down next to me. "Man, that'd be cool. I would love to be able to read minds."

I snorted. "Yippy," I said sarcastically. "You'd get to hear all the nasty things people think about you, not to mention about a thousand different sexual fantasies going on at once." I shuddered in mock-disgust. Mike's face suddenly became blissful and I frowned in displeasure. "Trust me; it's not all it's cracked up to be. I know a woman who can read minds. She can barely stand to be around people."

Angela gasped. "You know a real psychic?" she asked. It was like I had told her I was buddies with the Queen of England.

I shrugged. "My mom met her when I was two or so. Her name's Missouri Moseley."

Jessica jumped into the conversation, giggling. "Maybe she can tell you who you're going to the Prom with, Bella."

"She can't do that," I explained.

"Why not?" Mike asked. "You said she was psychic."

I smirked. "My mom once asked her something along those lines. She said, quote, 'Do you see me sawing some boney tramp in half? You think I'm a magician. I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room but I can't pull facts out of thin air!'" My voice was infused with a southern twang and I found myself laughing when I finished. "Nope, if I wanted a psychic power, it would definitely be pyrokinesis."

Mike looked confused. "Pie-what?"

"Pyrokinesis," I said slowly. "It's an ability to set fires with your mind. I'd love to have that. Every time someone pissed me off, I'd set them on fire."

Angela started laughing at my absurd statement. I joined in.

Eric wandered over to our table. "Hey guys, you want to see the newspaper article on the guy that died?"

While Mike and Jessica seemed less than enthused, I found myself suddenly fascinated. "Can I see it?"

Eric seemed pleased with my interest. I knew that normal teenagers didn't like researching dead people and I could only hope he didn't think I was interested because I liked him.

I started to read the article, when I saw the dead man's face. I gasped and my hands started to shake. "Where-" My voice cracked. "Where did he die…exactly?"

Eric leaned forward. "It was in the mill he was working at. The animals cornered him on the roof, I guess."

I nodded and handed the article back to Eric. "Thanks, I'll see you guys in class."

I stood up shakily and went into the bathroom. I knew I didn't need to, but I pulled out the picture of the man I'd drawn. His face hadn't magically changed in the last couple of hours. I was staring at the face of the man who died.

And I'd seen it before it happened.

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I think this was a decent effort, considering I'm depressed because I have to go to school tomorrow. Don't be shocked if my writing slows down again.

The song Bella sang was Gimme Three Steps by Lynard Skynard. It's a good song. I just heard it this morning.

Thank you for the responses.

I'll talk at you later.