Author Note: The Twilight Saga is a franchise owned by one, Stephanie Meyer. This is a fanfiction based on that franchise. I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters. I only own Becca Swan and this story.

Purple rays of twilight spread across the horizon, revealing the beauty of a sunset as Becca pulls into the parking lot of a small café. It brings a rustic, homey feels as she steps inside. Photos grace the pale yellow and wooden walls of locals from an annual fishing derby. Tables are splayed out in a cozy manner with bar stools at the counter. Out of the corner of her eye, Becca sees the glimmer and glint of her father's badge. She smiles and walks towards the back of the café to the small table in the corner. Upon sitting, the waitress comes over with two plates. One is a a turkey club sandwich and the other is a burger with extra cheese. "Look at you," she comments towards Becca, "You're absolutely gorgeous."

Becca smiles. Her father had called her on her way to the café, to see what she wanted for dinner. He followed directions well. "Thank you. I get my looks from my Dad." Charlie scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"That's me; Supermodel Chief Swan." He reaches for the ketchup and hands Becca the mustard for her turkey. Some creatures of habit never change. A tall, skinny guy walks over to their table, his slings a long arm over the waitresses shoulder as she rolls her eyes.

"Hey, Becca! Do you remember me? I played Santa that one year." Becca grinned as she bit into her sandwich. She knew exactly who he was, Waylon Forge. Waylon was her father's ice fishing partner for sixteen years in a row.

"Yeah, Waylon," Charlie chimes up, wiping his face with his napkin before continuing, "She hasn't had a Christmas here since she was four."

"I bet I made an impression though." He smiles a partially toothless grin at her. Becca picks at her french fries as she dips one into her ketchup before pointing it at Waylon.

"Buttcrack Santa?" Becca and Charlie giggle as the waitress, Jennifer, pulls Waylon from the table.

"Okay, let the girl enjoy her club and after I have berry cobbler for you. Your Dad still has it every Thursday." she winks at them before heading back to the kitchen.

"Every Thursday?" Becca remarks, biting into her sandwich again. She studies her father's face. He's not so much upset as he is slightly embarrassed. "Creature of habit much, Dad."

"Guess so," he grumbles between bites.

"No secrets here in Forks."

"Fraid not." he comments before patting her shoulder.

Hastily, Becca puts her phone on speaker as she writes an email to the Vigil. The voice on the phone, sounds blurred and slurred, as Becca is too concentrated on her email. Her mother drones on and on about her move to Florida with Phil. Honestly, Becca could care less. "Becca are you listening?"

"Yes, Mom. I'm just working on homework." she wasn't though. She wasn't listening. She pressed enter, sending the email and waiting for a response to come in. She did however, hear her mother. She heard about the move. She heard about the first night and Phil finding a racoon in their trash. She heard about her mom stubbing her toe and losing her cellphone. She heard her. But she wasn't listening.

"So, tell me about your first day? Was it fun? Did you make any friends?" Why do you always have to pry? Becca thought grimly as she sat back in her desk chair.

"Yeah, I made a few new friends." For conversations sake, she joined in. Though it crossed her mind to look through the newspaper for any dirt bike ads. She would definitely want to buy one while she was here.

"Any boys you're interested in?" Ugh, if ever! Becca swore her mom had a one track mind. Her mind did drift to Edward Cullen. He was quite beautiful. Aside from his dark amber hair; shaved short on the sides, combed back over the top, his jaw was chiseled. As if he was modeled off a Roman coin. He barely passed for high school, he for surely would have passed for college. Even if she wanted, he wasn't an option. He was a vampire and she a hunter, it was unforgivable never mind forbidden.

Speak of the Devil, Becca looked up, seeing an email from the Vigil. "Mom I have to go." she said, opening the email from Gallia.

"Wait, we have to talk boys! Are you using condoms?!"

Click. She was most certainly NOT getting into that with her mother. She was still a virgin and besides, she was eighteen, her sex life was her business. Being with the Vigil, she didn't exactly have time for a love life. Her eyes scanned the email. "Find out what you can," she whispered to herself. Reading the email out loud, "If they don't feed on humans, they are deemed safe for society. However, if they aren't, it is your responsibility to eliminate the danger in Forks." Gallia had been the leader for the past four years, she was smart and fair. She taught Becca everything she knew. Not all vampires were ruthless monsters. Although most of them were. She didn't see point in being cruel to the living, even when the living were dead. Becca wrote back an email, agreeing to the terms. She didn't exactly have a choice of disagreement. She was to do what she was told.

She wasn't even surprised when she didn't see the Cullens car in the parking lot the next day at school. The sun was shining and she knew a vampire's secret about their skin. She made an effort as she walked up to her friends, to show off her violin. "That thing's rad!" Eric exclaimed. He definitely wasn't wrong either. Ebony wood, black as night and cat gut strings from Egypt. She was excited to start playing again. She was excited to show everyone how seriously she took her talent. To be honest, it wasn't surprising that Edward didn't show up till Monday. Where it ended up raining all day.

The sound of rain in the morning was peaceful. It was probably the most peaceful thing in Becca's life since she was a child. But her peace was disrupted as her phone went off on her way to school. "Hello?"

"Becca?" It was Gallia. Shit, this can't be good.

"Good morning, Gallia."

"There was a killing in Seattle the other night. Your assignment is to find out if the Cullens are involved." her old Gaelic voice hinted to the seriousness of her words. This wasn't a request but a command.

"And if they aren't?" Becca asked, questioning everything in those four simple words. She was grateful that Gallia was the kind of leader that allowed her hunters to ask questions. To doubt. It kept them tied to their human minds, it kept them from becoming monsters.

"Find out who is." Dead silence. Becca was left in the dial tone of the call as Gallia hung up. Her orders were direct. More direct than in her email from last night. She was trusting Becca with this. Because of that, Becca knew she had to get close to the Cullens. And not just any of them, Edward in particular. Becca hated assignments. And she loathed being a hunter. Even though, she was beyond excellent at it. As she parked her truck, her phone buzzed again. A text message from her father stating that he would be late for dinner. Security guard in Mason County killed by an animal. Edward isn't my only source of information, Dad's the police Chief. He would definitely know some details. This morning had thrown her for a loop more than she liked. She missed her morning smoke and now, as she headed to class, was already regretting the headache that was forming...

Please, shut up. Becca thought to herself as Eric walked her to Biology. He was droning on about newspaper stuff when jock, Mike Newton entered behind them. Pulling his wet baseball cap from his head, he shakes it over Becca's head. "What's up, Arizona? How you liking the rain, girl?"

"Less now that you got my hair wet." She teased, partially annoyed. As she moved to her desk, she spotted Edward Cullen in his seat beside hers. He shifted his gaze to her. His eyes were golden. Good, he fed well. She dropped her bag and sat down, rolling up her plaid sleeves up to the elbow.

"Hello. I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to introduce myself last week. I'm Edward Cullen." His voice was smooth. Smoke rolling off a velvet sheet. "You're Becca?"

"Yes, that's right." She was doing a good job of keeping her mental shields up, he hadn't suspected a thing. Mr. Banner droned on while Edward and her worked on their class assignment. He was quite for a few moments, so she seized the opportunity to ask more about him. "You were gone for a bit?"

"Yeah, I was out of town for a couple of days. Personal reasons." He answered her. She left it at that. She didn't want to pry too much too quickly and risk giving herself away. Becca stood up, handing her finished assignment in before turning back to her seat to grab her backpack.

"Are you enjoying the rain?" He asked. His voice was genuine in his efforts.

"Yes. Rain and silence are good things." Grabbing her bag, she headed out into the hallway. His aura pulsed with heat behind her. He was following her. Intrigued by her honesty.

"Is that why you moved to the coldest place in the continental US?" He leaned back against the lockers, and it took a bit of her quiet resolve to not look at the natural flex of his arms. Why did he have to be a good looking vampire?

"It's complicated." she answered him honestly. It was in fact complicated.

"I'm sure I can keep up." Edward smirked at her and Becca couldn't help but blush. Damn, he's good. She opened her locker and sorted through her things before closing it. It was the end of the school day and she absolutely needed a smoke.

"My mom remarried and I needed a new horizon." she spoke matter-of-factly. She indeed did need a new horizon. One less flat. One that didn't plague her of her past mistakes.

"So, you don't like the guy?" He asked, pondering her responses as he followed her down the hall.

"Phil is ambitious but a little blinded by the sun."

"Why didn't you move with your mother and Phil?" Becca stopped at the stairs that led to the parking lot. She pulled the black hood that was attached to her red plaid jacket over her head. Edward waited patiently for her answer.

"Because I missed my Dad and being eighteen, I didn't want to." Becca answered him honestly, she couldn't help herself. Vampire or not, he was quite genuine with his kind curiosity. And she knew if she wanted to get information out of him, she would have to let her guard down a little. "She was unhappy staying home with me."

"And now you're unhappy?"

"No, I'm content here. Not exactly happy, but I'm still adjusting. It'll take time." He shook his head at her answers and smiled. She looked up at him with a curious smile.

"I'm sorry, with all the questions. I'm just trying to figure you out." Edward looked out towards the parking lot as Becca gave him her best flirtatious grin. It must have caught his attention cause he looked back at her.

"That makes two of us."