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.

The price per burden of true love in its wake, quenches fire from earth in it's temptation to taste. Becca thought of the old poem as she sat her desk. Her cellphone sat on the empty ebony wood, yet she hesitated to call. It was her duty to inform the Vigil of what was going on in Forks. Gallia was depending on her. But her heartstrings pulled. She had practically exposed herself without meaning to to Edward. And in return for her trust, he exposed a bit of himself as well. Twice. Had she been just a normal teenage girl, the cataclysmic events that would be set in motion...she couldn't bare to think of it. Taking a deep breath, she picked up the phone and dialed Gallia's number. "Gallia?"

"I'm going to assume that you received all that you needed from the shop?" Gallia's voice sounded focused as she exhaled. Becca knew she was most likely outside of her home in Oregon, smoking a cigarette under the stars.

"I did. I also wanted to talk to you. My father's friend, Waylon, was killed earlier today. Same vampire from the last time." doing her best to keep her resolve, Becca nervously shook her leg under her desk. She left the information at that. She willfully neglected to inform Gallia of the incident that took place earlier in the alley. Just as she had neglected to tell her about the incident at school. Why? Why am I doing this? He was genuine. That's why. It was a genuine concern for her well being that she had never experienced. It took her by storm. That was the last thing she wanted Gallia to know; that she had developed a likeness for the vampire. It was unnatural and completely idiotic, and yet the sight of his golden eyes shifting to her gaze; the devilish grin that swept across his lips, slightly exposing his fangs beneath was something she couldn't deny. Edward Cullen was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. And it wasn't just his looks, his aura pulsed around her. It almost created it's own gravitational pull to him. She felt like a moth caught up in the heat of his flame. Entrapped and entangled and she never wanted to leave.

"My condolences to the lost for your family. Find out what you can. Take care, Becca." Gallia hung up on the phone as Becca shut her phone. She knew what the morning would bring. She glanced over at the clock, seeing is was half past midnight. Turning off her desk lamp, she allowed herself to be guided by moonlight. Opening her closet, she pulled out the box. Reaching into the velvet bag, her fingertips lingered on warm glass of the vial. Slowly, she enclosed her fingers around it and put it inside the pocket of her jeans. Her eyes scanned the darkness of the box for the glint of silver in the moonlight. "Alexandra and Nimbus." She whispered as she picked up the pair of daggers. Gallia had given them to her after what happened in Kagniz, what forced Becca to join the Vigil. They were Gallia's very first pair, given to her by her predecessor. Becca knew she would have to confront Edward. And she wasn't exactly sure whether or not he would attack her. She hoped he would choose otherwise. Sighing, she finally headed to bed. Doubting that sleep would find her, she stared up at the ceiling. Tears slowly crept out of the corners of her eyes. His life was one she would hate and honestly, regret taking.

The sun barely broke through the fog of morning as Becca dragged herself to school. She slowly rolled down the window of her truck, smoking her morning cigarette. She thought of last night with Edward. She thought of how normal it felt to go out to dinner with him. To sit across from him, share her secrets, talk about life. The laughs they shared, and now, deep down she feared. She feared that this would be over long before it could began. She had lost herself in the desire and the fairytale that this, whatever it was with him, could be something more. She lost herself and yet, she could feel something stronger on the horizon. As Becca pulled into the parking lot. She waited for the bell to ring. She watched Edward stare at her, unsure of what exactly was going on. He pulled the sides of his black pea coat in closer, an attempt to hide the fact that the chill most certainly did not bother him. Becca smiled, she knew it was time. Opening her door, she pulled her backpack over her shoulder and stepped back as students headed to class. Turning on her heel, she headed up into the woods behind the school. She could feel, although she was a good distance ahead of him, Edward's aura pulsing behind her. She hiked a ways up, until she reached an open spot in the woods. There she dropped her bag, cracked open the vial and slammed it down. She reached inside her leather jacket, hand on the pair of daggers strapped to her waist. "I know what you are." she says, just loud enough for him to hear her.

Edward chuckles, she can feel the smile creeping across his roman jawline. "Do you now? Then enlighten me. Say it, out loud." Becca senses heightened, her throat and stomach burned as she could feel the heat rise to her face. She closed her eyes, screwball tight before snapping them open. They were bright, burnt orange. Turning to face him, Edward's smile disappeared at the sight of her eyes. He hadn't exactly gotten a good look at them the other night, but now he realized they were the same.

"Vampire." Becca answered him, the air between them was empty yet it hummed with electricity. Edward curled his lip, exposing a fang that he absently rang his tongue over.

"Are you afraid?" His golden eyes hinted a small glimmer of fear. For a moment, he let his guard down to her. He doesn't want me to fear him.

Becca chuckled, smiling in response, "Hardly."

"Do you know what I eat?" He paused, lifting his lip, exposing both fangs. His aura was burning hot, so much so Becca had to take a step back.

"Considering the Quileutte's say you're vegetarians, I'm hoping the answer isn't people." The answer was just as sarcastic as it was serious.

"For your sake or mine?" Edward hissed as he took a step towards her.

"Yours." she whispered as she grabbed Edward by the shoulders. Forcing herself up and over him as she ran in the opposite direction. From behind her, she could hear him laugh.

"As if you could out run me!" Quickly, Edward catches up to her and grabs her shoulder. Becca wiggles out of his grasp, throwing a series of kicks and punches at him which he narrowly deflects. Seeing a weak spot, Edward grabs her by arm, pulling her close. Becca slams her full body weight into him, pinning him to the tree behind them.

Leaning in, she whispers into his ear, "As if you could fight me off." Fast as lightning, Becca pulls the dagger from her waist, diving it into the tree beside Edward's head. "Now, you're gonna answer my questions."

"You won't hurt me." He says, glancing from the silver blade to the glow of Becca's eyes.

"Try me." She smirks. Of course, she didn't want to hurt him. But she wasn't going to just let her entire guard down and give him the opportunity to do the same. Raising his hands in surrender, he exhaled a shaky breath.

"I know you're strong. I could feel you fight off those guys as I drove like a mad man to save you."

"I don't need saving." Becca spat the words of venom in his face.

"No, you don't. But it doesn't hurt to try." Becca dropped her hands at Edwards words, releasing him from her grasp. "What are you?"

"I'm a vampire hunter for the West Coast Vigil." There it was. Out in the open. Becca watched as Edward dropped his gaze in fear. He's afraid to die. Carefully, Becca let her shield down, he wasn't going to hurt her. If he had that intention, he would have done it by now. The sky above them lightens, as sunlight breaks through the canopy of trees. Without thinking, by habit, Edward reaches up. Shielding his face from the sun as it's light illuminates his translucent skin.

"We call ourselves vegetarians because we only hunt the blood of animals." he says matter-of-factly, his eyes locked on Becca, still processing it all.

"So, your family isn't involved in the killings?" Becca asked carefully as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"No," turning he puts his hand on the handle of the dagger still embedded in the tree. With a strong tug, it breaks free taking pieces of bark with it. Holding it in his hands, he turns it all around. Admiring the craftsmanship. He then pauses and hands it back to her, blade pointed at his stomach. If she wanted to, she could have drove it straight into him. He was trusting her. With his life. "So, now what?"

Taking the blade from him, she smiles casually as she walks back to her backpack that sat still on the ground. "I keep your secret, you keep mine." He chuckles, devilishly as he smiles at her.

"So, we're both killers?" He smiles wide, exposing his fangs to her, leaning back against a tree beside her bag.

"In a sense." Looking back at him, she smiles. I am going to hell for this. She told herself as she could feel herself blushing from the way he looked at her.

"Does that bother you?"

"Honestly," she paused. Taking in the deep breath. She was seriously going through with this. What if it could be something more? Could we defy the odds? Is this my way to a normal life? "I don't care."

"Really? Hanging out with a vampire doesn't bother you?" He looked at her, puzzled. "Truth be told, I wanted to kill you the moment I saw you."

"You're not the first." Becca smiled at his serious response. She wasn't surprised by this and that was the truth. He wasn't the first that want her dead. She seriously doubted that he'd be the last. "Not like it matters, you won't hurt me." Edward smirked before pressing his body up against hers. Becca instinctively put her hands on his waist, realizing then how lean he was under the black shirts he always wore. She locked her muscles, holding his lips inches from her own.

"Oh really? How do you know that?" leaning in closer, Becca locked eyes with the vampire.

"Because for some messed up reason, I trust you." with a snarl, Edward wretched himself away from her. He balled his hands into fists as he leaned back against a tree across from her.

"Your blood is so strong, you're like my own personal brand of heroin." He scratched at his throat for a moment. Becca pulled her left arm out of her sleeve as she tossed the empty vial at him. Catching it, he looked up to see her showing him the branded tattoo of the Vigil on her upper left arm.

"It's a side effect. From both. I'm designed to make you falter. And," She paused, pulling her left sleeve back down and putting her jacket back on, "explains why you hated me so much at first."

"You were on guard, you knew what I was then." he sighed, staring up at the sky as he began to piece it all together. "And, yes I hated you. Or I tried to. But alas, you got the better of me." Picking up the empty vial in his hand, holding it up to the sunlight as he examined it. "So, you down this and you're superhuman?"

"It only lasts a few hours." Becca shrugged as she hoisted her bag back onto her shoulder. She shrugged as she watched Edward walk back over to her. "So, best kill otherwise you're SOL." Reaching out, he touched her chin, tilting her face up to his.

"I can't read your mind, could you tell me what you're thinking?" He was gazing at her. His eyes were calm. In this moment, she lost herself completely in his eyes. She searched his eyes, her senses searching his aura. She found nothing but heat, warmth and her. Her. He was thinking of her.

"That I'm afraid of losing you." Her lips parted as he slipped her bag off her shoulder and onto his. "I didn't come here wanting to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you, Edward. I'm trained to kill. To destroy someone like you. And I don't want to do it. It would be unfortunate."

"And I don't want to hurt you, Becca. You don't know how long I've been waiting for someone like you to walk into my life." She smiled as he walked her back to class. Becca allowed herself this. She wanted this to be what it was, something more. She didn't want to be the hunter to his prey, she just wanted it to be Edward and Becca. It may not have been possible, but for the first time in her life, she was going to fight like hell to see if it could be. If it would be what she dreamed of.

"Fifty years?" she glanced in his direction. Reaching out, Edward offered his hand to her. For a split second, she looked down and questioned if she should before she found her hand naturally clasping his own. The electricity rang out between them before shooting up into the atmosphere. Whatever this was, she had to see it through.

"At least," he smirked as the rain began to fall.