Hunter

I woke up at 12:58 this morning and decided I should write something. Insomnia's a bitch.

The premonition thing will be explained all in good time, my little hell raisers.

Oh, and Rubberduck697, I want to thank you for the review. Your insights are incredibly valuable to me, (not that I have any problem with just a simple, "You're too incredible for words," but I do need someone to bring me down to earth. Anything you're confused about, I will try to explain.)

Nova, I'm ashamed at myself for not catching that error. I've always spelled it that way. Thank you for correcting me.

Here is chapter six.

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Edward's POV

By the time I made it to Biology, I could feel the desire to put off my warning by just a few days getting stronger. Bella looked upset. She sat at her desk with her head in her hands. I wondered if she had another headache.

I sat down and turned to look at her. It was funny. Her features hadn't drastically changed in the past few days. Was it really possible that I hadn't noticed how beautiful she was? It seemed like such an obvious thing.

I suddenly became aware that she was muttering something. For a moment, I couldn't make out the words, until I realized that she wasn't speaking English.

"Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae."

Latin? She spoke Latin? And what on earth was she going on about? "Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death."

Bella jerked up and caught my gaze. She gave me a pinched smile. "Hey, Edward," she said breathily.

The weakness of her voice surprised me. She was always so confident and cocky, as if nothing in the world could touch her.

I suddenly felt guilty, but it would be better if she avoided me. "Bella, I need to tell you something."

Bella seemed to recognize something in my tone, for her voice came out sounding suspicious. "Yes?" She raised one eyebrow.

I inhaled. The fire in my throat reminded me exactly why I couldn't stay with her. "I don't think we should be friends."

I must have imagined the flash of hurt that passed over her face. Surely, she didn't find my company any better than the dozens of other students who crowded around her. Besides, it was safer, much safer, for me to stay as far away from her as I could.

She choked out, "Okay," and turned away. I smelled salt and heard her sniffle and I realized with some horror that she was crying.

That was ridiculous, surely she, out of all the other students in school, had noticed my differences. She was observant enough for that. Was there some other reason she was so upset? There had to be. We barely knew each other. There was no reason for her to be upset about losing me.

That didn't stop you from falling in love with her.

I felt furious and defeated all at once when I heard my own internal debate. Bella was a human. Humans were fickle creatures. She would move on and live her life. She would graduate and go to college. Perhaps, she would even get married and have children. The sudden fury that filled me at that moment, when I thought of Bella in someone else's arms, made me wish more than anything that I was human, that I could love her without having to be afraid of hurting her.

Mr. Molina started his lesson and Bella continued to think her silent thoughts.

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Bella's POV

"Precognition is the ability to see things before they happen. Now, I'm sure some of you have seen movies where a character has this talent. Does Final Destination ring any bells?"

Several of the students nodded as Mr. Banner lectured. I sat next to Angela and tried not to be sick.

"There have been several reported cases of precognition in the real world. About a third of these premonitions take place in dreams."

My head shot up and I listened with rapt attention as Mr. Banner continued. "Dreaming of the future has been recognized as far back as the days of Aristotle. It's one of the most common reported psychic abilities in humans."

My hand crept into the air of its own accord. Mr. Banner looked over at me with some surprise. I was generally quiet in his class. "Yes, miss Colt?"

"So, you're saying that if someone has a dream and it comes true, they're psychic?"

"Well," Mr. Banner looked uncomfortable. "It's more complicated than that. Many people have dreams about plane crashes, and occasionally a plane does crash. It doesn't mean that those people are psychic, they're just aware of the possibilities."

"Yes, alright, but what if it's a detailed dream? You know, with addresses, people, and even a relative time? Say, if you dreamt that someone was going to die, and then they do in the exact way you predicted, would that make them psychic?" I tried to ignore the stares of the bewildered teenagers around me. This was important.

"I suppose that is the standard, but people rarely have such detailed dreams." He didn't seem to want to continue with my line of questioning, so I let the subject drop.

I couldn't get it out of my mind, though.

As soon as class ended, I started preparing. I walked out to my car as quickly as I could, not even sparing a glance in Edward's direction, and dug into the glove box. Inside, I pulled out several fake I.D.s with my pictures on them. I searched through them, ignoring the ones for the F.B.I. or Homeland Security and finally found one with the name Tracey Lane on it. Tracey was 5'5", a hundred and fifteen pounds, and twenty-one years old. She was also blond.

I cursed and checked my watch. There had to be a store open somewhere, preferably on the other side of town. I could pick up some temporary hair dye. I should also buy a new shirt; something pink. If anyone came looking for a blond girl named Tracey, no one would think of me. I stuffed the I.D. into my pocket and drove off as fast as I could for town. I managed to find a decent store and paid with cash. I then raced home.

While waiting for my hair to change colours, (and, of course, my eyebrows, because that can give you away) I realized I was probably insane. So I had a weird dream? So what? Mr. Banner had said many people had weird dreams. I was being stupid.

Nevertheless, I couldn't help feeling that that girl was in danger.

What if I was wrong? It was highly unlikely, but still plausible. What was wrong with me drinking away my sorrows at a bar? Maybe a cute guy would help me get over the fact that I had been dumped.

Deciding that if I was going to be insane, I might as well enjoy it, I finished with my hair and started on my makeup. I had to put on mascara, something that I didn't enjoy, but was necessary to cover up my dark lashes. Once again, they could give me away. I added a touch of blush and some pink eye shadow to match my top. I traded in my leather jacket for white, fake-fur coat and sifted through my bag for my green Oakley sunglasses. (You know, the kind that reflect everything?)

My car couldn't be helped, so I figured it would be best to park a block or so away from the bar. Luckily, it would be dark by the time I got to Seattle. A black car can look dark blue or green in the darkness.

With my plan in mind, I started on my homework and waited until it was time to leave. I had a pretty good idea as to what time the mystery monster would arrive, and I intended to be sitting close to his victim. What could I do? I could trip her as she made her way toward the guy. She would be so embarrassed that she would probably leave. Then what? I couldn't just let the thing waltz out with another victim.

I slid my gun into my belt and pulled my top over it. No one would be expecting me to wear one, so no one would be looking too closely. Just in case, I made sure my coat concealed it. I then stuck a pack of matches and a lighter into my coat pocket. Many things could be killed by fire, and since I didn't know what the hell I was up against, I would need to be prepared.

I checked the mirror. My makeup was perfect. You could sort of tell my hair had been recently dyed, but I figured no one would care. Bella had never worn a pink shirt to school, and I intended on burning it when I got home. The jeans were fine; everyone wore them. There would be no way to trace me.

I went out to my car and started the long drive to Seattle.

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The parking lot was nearly empty when I arrived at the Comet Tavern. I made sure I parked far enough away that no one would notice my car, but close enough just in case I needed to make a quick getaway. I stepped lightly over to the bouncer. He gave me a once-over and asked for my I.D. I gave a little sigh but smiled as I handed it over.

I've done this a thousand times. I'm not a high school student trying to save someone's life; I'm just a college kid who needs a good dose of Vitamin R before my exams come up.

Finally, the bouncer nodded and gave me my I.D. back. I thanked him and went inside. As I expected, there weren't many people, but I spotted the girl from my dreams instantly.

I froze as I gawked at her. She was standing by the pool table, just as I'd predicted. Her blond friend was standing next to her, smiling widely. I watched as she lined up a ball and shot it into the corner pocket. Yes, that was her.

Once I was sure my eyes wouldn't reveal my interest, I removed my sunglasses and stuffed them into my pocket. Sunglasses at night are just so weird.

I moved toward the bartender and sat down. It was Tuesday night, so there weren't many people. I spotted a group of five studying in the far corner, but other than the victim and her friend, there was nobody else around.

I ordered a whiskey on the rocks and pretended to sip away at it. I checked the clock and realized that my mystery monster would be arriving any minute now.

I panicked. I had no idea what to do!

I touched my gun lightly and felt a bit reassured. If my dream was correct, I would see her look up right about…

She didn't look up.

I checked the clock and realized it was after 11:15. I breathed a sigh of relief. So, I was just crazy, not psychic. Well, maybe I could see a doctor about my weird dreams. He could prescribe some nice pills that could help me sleep through the night.

I took a sip of my whiskey and smiled.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" a smooth, water over rocks voice interrupted my reverie. I looked up and nearly gasped. I was sure my eyes widened as I took in the specimen before me.

He was beautiful.

His hair was dark brown and wavy. His skin was somewhat dark, but there was a pale shine to it, as if someone had painted some semi-transparent whitening stuff onto it. He was tall and lean, but muscular. His features were all flawless and symmetrical, but what I noticed most of all…were his eyes.

They were red.

Well, not really red. They were more of a dark burgundy, but they made me shiver. There was something not quite human about him.

I realized he was still waiting for an answer, at the same time I realized what had happened.

Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle.

Heisenberg stated that in the act of observing something, you influence it. I'd observed what would happen to that girl, I acted on it, and therefore…I changed the future.

And now, I was the victim.

Oh, hell!

I took a deep breath. "Sure, you can sit down if you'd like," I answered. I made my voice sound higher, almost babyish. It went with my blond hair and pink shirt.

The monster smiled slowly, seductively, and sat down. "May I buy you a drink?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No thanks, I have one. What's your name?" I asked, trying to buy some time while I struggled to find a way out of this.

"Alexander," he answered.

I realized that his pale skin wasn't the only odd thing about him. He sat so still, like a rock. I was reminded of Edward sitting on my couch, not moving. In fact, there were a lot of similar traits between them…but those eyes.

"My name's Tracey," I said, remembering the name on my I.D. and my manners. I wasn't used to using different first names, but sometimes it was necessary.

Alexander's lips pulled back into a smile. His white teeth flashed dangerously in the dimly lit room. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Tracey."

"Right back atcha," I said. The formal way he spoke made me think, once again, of Edward. I had to get him out of my mind. "You don't seem like one of the usual crowd," I stated, as if I knew what the usual crowd was like. "Are you just passing through?"

Alexander tilted his head to the side, as if studying me. "Yes, I am. I thought I'd drop by for a snack." He smiled in a way that made me think he wasn't talking about grabbing some M&M's at the gas station.

I tried to contain my shudder as I remembered the way he'd grabbed that girl and dragged her into the alley.

"What are you doing here all by yourself?" he asked suddenly.

I decided to play the broken heart card. It was a lot easier than I expected, especially with Edward's rejection swimming around inside my head. "My boyfriend broke up with me. I thought this was the best place to go." I held up my whiskey glass and smirked. "Mother's little helper," I said, taking a gulp.

I saw Alexander tilt his head again, only this time I caught the look of curiosity he shot my way. "Interesting," I read his lips.

For a second, just a second, I felt something like fingers scrape along my scalp. The sensation was so strange that I scratched my head instinctively. The feeling went away, but Alexander seemed even more confused. I pretended I didn't notice.

"What are you studying?" he asked.

I stared at him and wondered why he was chatting me up. With the other girl, he'd said two words with her, and she'd left with him. Actually, that was kind of strange. What intelligent girl would leave with a boy she just met? She must have sensed something off about Alexander. And she was shy, not the type to take off with just anybody.

"Forensic science," I answered. "I'm studying to be a profiler for the F.B.I." If that didn't keep him on his toes, I didn't know what would.

"Really?" Alexander questioned, raising one eyebrow. "And what, pray tell, does a profiler do?"

This was when watching reruns of Criminal Minds came in handy.

I shrugged. "We notice things…unusual things. We figure out how people think by how they act. Criminals leave their signatures at a crime scene. Once you know how they think, you can predict them, and then stop them."

Alexander raised one eyebrow. He stared intently at me. "That's very fascinating." He smiled suddenly. "Can you profile me?"

I turned to face him fully. I looked him up and down. "You have money, not a lot, but enough to buy nice shoes…Oxfords. Your dress shirt is too tight. You've either been working out, or you just like to show off." I smirked. "The way you introduced yourself…Alexander, not Alex or Al, that shows that you were raised to feel pride, maybe even arrogance. I bet your father used to sit you down and tell you exactly what your life would be like."

Alexander stopped smiling.

"However, you didn't like his plan. You're a hopeless romantic," I said, pointing at the ring on his finger. "Poesy ring, right? They were commonly exchanged during the seventeenth century as tokens of love. I bet you found some girl you liked, and daddy didn't approve."

Alexander held up a hand. "That's enough. I get it."

I could have gone on, but I saw a flash of pain on his perfect face. It astonished me. I never realized that monsters could have feelings.

"She's dead, isn't she?" I whispered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," I said, before he could answer.

He stared at my eyes, bewildered, and twisted his ring around his finger. "It happened a while ago." He stared into my eyes, and I felt the scraping sensation on my scalp again. I realized with a start that he was trying to do something to me, but whatever it was, it didn't seem to be working...I hoped.

He smiled slowly, taking in my remorseful expression. I almost saw the gears turning in his head as he looked at me. He was planning something. "I like you, Tracey. Will you come with me?" he asked, holding out his hand.

I couldn't figure out what he wanted for the life of me, but I decided if I was going to kill him, I would need to get him alone. I shifted my legs and felt my gun rub against my stomach. The sensation was comforting. "Alright," I said, giving him my hand.

His skin was cold. Once again, I flashed back to Edward. I forced myself not to grimace as he led me out the side exit.

I didn't know why I was surprised when he threw me against the wall. I must've been getting rusty in my old age.

I squirmed and tried to get my gun out, but suddenly he was in front of me, pressing against me. His body was hard and unyielding. I reached behind me, struggling to get at my knife.

He kissed me.

His hands cupped my cheeks as he held my face still. My eyes widened in surprise as he ran his tongue along my lips. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. I could feel his lips moving against mine as he spoke. "It'll hurt, but I'll have eternity to make it up to you." He started kissing me again, running his lips along my jaw line. I squirmed, but I didn't scream. I'm sure he was expecting at least a whimper, but I wasn't scared.

I felt him open his mouth as he made his way down to my neck…

And then I plunged my knife into his throat.

He reeled back, shock evident in his eyes. I snapped my leg up and kicked him hard with the sole of my shoe. The bottom of my shoes had been soaked in demon blood. They were indestructible, and very, very hard.

Alexander's head snapped off and rolled onto the ground. I fought the lurch in my stomach and backed away. His beheaded torso collapsed to the ground. There was no blood. It was as if I'd removed the head of a marble statue. I took a deep breath and started to exit the alley.

Something grabbed my ankle.

I let out a loud shriek and tried to loosen the iron grip, but it was too tight. I looked down and realized that Alexander's hand, a hand not connected in any way with his brain, had grabbed me. Revulsion ran through me as I kicked him with my other foot. His grip loosened and I backed away.

His hand now searched blindly for something. Another wave of revulsion shot through me as I saw it grasp the severed head. It brought its head onto its shoulders. His face was set in determination, and anger. I watched in horror as the skin around it seemed to close up and I realized I should be doing something. My feet were glued to the ground. I couldn't shut my eyes.

I threw my knife at it.

The blade swished through the air and decapitated him once again, this time taking along his hands as well. It pierced the metal garbage pin behind him and impaled itself up to the hilt of the blade. I scrambled for the limbs and picked them up. The cold was revolting and I fought another lurch in my stomach.

Matches!

I searched my pockets for the lighter and matches I'd brought along. My hands shook as I tore the top off the lighter. Lighter fluid dripped onto my hands and the severed limbs. I dropped them onto its chest and doused the rest of it with the lighter fluid. I wiped my hands off and lit a match. I backed away as I threw it at Alexander. He lit up like a bonfire.

I grabbed my knife and ran. It wasn't safe to hang around. Someone was bound to notice the flames soon enough. I just hoped that the fire would kill him. I jumped into my car and started it. My hands still shook and my teeth were chattering. I turned on the radio, searching for any type of distraction.

My name is Death and the end is here.

I jerked in my seat and switched the station. The last thing I wanted to think about was Death. I'd killed someone. Even if he was a murderer, I'd killed him.

I had to stop thinking about him. I had to stop thinking about his lips on mine and his promise of eternity.

Eternity…he was immortal. That was the only explanation for his strange words. "I'll have eternity to make it up to you," he'd whispered. Why? I wasn't anything special. What had I done to cause such a reaction? And what was he trying to do to me? Eternity…god, what was he? What kind of creature could turn a human into an immortal?

I rubbed my scalp as I raced home. I didn't want to be alone. I wanted to call my mother and beg her to let me come back. I flinched as I imagined her response if I explained my visions. Maybe she wouldn't wait for someone else to get me. Maybe she would just kill me herself.

I was sobbing by the time I pulled into the driveway. I ran inside for a shower and washed out my fake hair colour and the stupid makeup. I scrubbed so hard that my scalp was raw and red by the time I got out. I checked and made sure that my hair wasn't noticeably blonder. It was fine. I looked like me again.

I climbed into bed and pulled the blanket over my head as I tried to block out the voices that begged me to go back. There was nothing left of him, I knew this somehow, but the thought of never dying…

I squeezed my temples and muttered under my breath. "What's dead should stay dead."

My name is Death and the end is here.

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I'm sorry this chapter is shorter than the last one. I promise the next one will be longer, and full of interesting plot stuff.

To summarize this chapter; Edward dumped Bella, but she was too freaked out to argue with him. She went to Seattle in a disguise to try to save a girl's life. A vampire, Alexander, took an interest in her. If you haven't guessed, he had the ability to control minds. It was useless against Bella and he found this interesting. He decided to change her into a vampire, but she kicked his ass and torched the sucker. She had a mild freak-out on the drive home. She still doesn't know that vampires exist, but she realized that Edward and Alexander were similar.

The line My name is Death and the end is here is from the song O, Death by Jen Titus. It's a very creepy song.

I made a poll for this story, so check out my profile and vote. I can't decide if Bella should tell the Cullens that she can see the future or if she should keep her abilities a secret.

I might have trouble updating in the near future. My exams are coming up. I apologize ahead of time.

That's all. I'll see you later.