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.

Dawn breaks into the illusion of the daylight, for I am broken, bound by my oath to the dark. Becca threw the hood of her jacket over her head as she walked in front of Edward through the woods after school. The late April air is cold and raw as the rain falls around them. She smiles at a large oak tree before them, the branches large enough to sit on. Becca pulls herself onto the branch, straddling it as she over looks the coast line. The air around her swirls with warmth as if someone pointed a hair dyer at her. She smiles as she feels Edward sit behind her. He wraps his arms around her as she leans back into his stone chest. "What's your favorite color?" he whispers softly into her ear. She blushes at the warmth of his breath on her cheek.

"Hmm," she ponders slightly before she leans back farther, her head nestled into the crest of his shoulder, "Steel blue, the ocean just before a storm." She inhaled deeply his scent. The comforting scent of his aura; frosted sandalwood. Edward chuckles, long pianist fingers running through his dark amber hair.

"Do you play any musical instruments?" he asked a bit louder, Becca recognized the soothing vibe that lingering in his voice. Flirtation. He was courting her, or at least trying to.

"Yes, violin. I'm surprised you didn't read about it in the school paper last month." Leaning forward slightly, Edward brushed his ice cold lips against her cheek. Becca closed her eyes and breathed in. She wondered if his lips would get stuck to her cheek because of the warmth. He was so much more than the other vampires she had faced before. He was different, as if he retained his human soul. Warmth flushed her face as she could see red from behind her eyelids, the sun casting its rays once more through the trees. She looked over at him out of the corner of her eye to him smiling, his translucent skin practically glowing. He was fearless around her. Now that the truth was out in the open, they were no longer afraid of each other.

"Last CD in your truck?" He wanted to know her music tastes? He really was courting her.

"Um, cassette, actually. Pink Floyd, Dark side of the Moon." The wind picks up and Edward offers his hand to help Becca get down. She declines it and slowly gets down. The forest almost looked like a watercolor painting. The rain blurred all the green and brown together with a grey background. It wasn't long before they returned to Becca's house. She waved Edward goodbye and heads upstairs. She changes her clothes and takes a shower before sending an email to the Vigil. She needed to clear the Cullens' name from their list, especially Edward's. The past few weeks went by in blur as Becca carefully recanted her details to Gallia. She didn't want the Vigil to get wind of the truth. It could be dire to not only Becca but Edward as well. Out of all this chaos there was three things Becca was certain of. One: There was dangerous vampire on the loose. It was her responsibility to extract them delicately. Two: Edward knows she's a hunter. What would that mean for her future? And three: She was falling head over heels for him.

Thursday morning broke with fog cascading over the tree line. Becca sat on the side of her bedroom window as she watched the silver Volvo race down the street. She smiled wickedly as she grabbed her maroon jacket from the closet. This was strictly forbidden. A forbidden ride, indeed. Part of her mind, cursed herself for disregarding the Vigil so blatantly, while the other longed to bask in the aura of Edward. Running down the stairs, she kissed her Dad on the cheek and rushed out the door. Edward stood by the passenger side door, he wore a black sweater and black jeans. Pulling down his black aviator sunglasses, he winked at Becca, opening the side door. They didn't get far from her house before she rolled down the window and lit a cigarette. "Do you have to? That smells horrible." he remarked, smirking at her as he held his hand out to her, the other he kept on the wheel.

"You're a vampire," she scoffed, sliding her left hand into his right, "You don't have to breathe." Edward only sighed and rolled his eyes in return as they drove to school. It was strange how normal this felt for Becca. The last three years of her life were far from normal but being a hunter became a normalcy for her. A normalcy that she hated. She was taught to distrust vampires, yet she trusted Edward. He was different, his aura was warm and welcoming. Others were cold and constant; they didn't pulsate like a heartbeat. Becca tossed her cigarette out the window as they pulled up to the junior parking lot. She glanced at the silver jeep that Edward usually parked next to but this time parked farther away. She could see his brother Emmett shaking his head as he looked at them in his rearview mirror. It wasn't exactly rainy out, but it was cloudy yet bright enough that Edward slipped on a pair of sunglasses. "You look good in aviators." she complimented him to which he smiled at her, flashing his hidden fangs as he leaned over and kissed her cheek before opening his door.

"I look good in everything, darling." In a flash, Edward was out of the car and at her side opening the passenger side door. Becca rolled her eyes at his attempt of arrogance and ego. Those where things that Edward was not, yet there was slight boost in confidence that she was picking up on. He wasn't the only one either. This was the first time that Becca wore something not hunter eques. Aside from her winter jacket she wore a blue long sleeve thermal, ripped blue jeans and black sneakers. But that started to recede as Becca stepped out of the car.

"Everyone is staring at us." she commented as Edward shut the door. A devilish grin crept from the corners of his mouth and met in the middle. He glanced over at his siblings and slung an arm around her shoulder.

"Doesn't matter, we're breaking the rules now anyway." he whispered in her ear as the heat rose to her face. With his arm slung over her shoulder, they began to walk across the parking lot. Edward pointed to a guy on the hill who was busy talking to his friends. "That guy isn't looking." Yet, as if on command, the guy turned and looked at them. His mouth slack jawed. "Never mind." Instinctually, Edward pulled Becca closer to his side as they approached the rest of the Cullen Clan.

"We're going to hell in a hand basket." Becca whispered to Edward who's smile faded as they passed his family. Rosalie was glaring at her to which Becca winked. No one was going to make her self conscious or feel guilty about her choices.

The week progressed quickly and before she knew it, it was next Friday. Everyday, Edward and Becca drove to school together. Sometimes in her truck, sometimes in his Volvo. But everyday they were growing closer. Everyday she was discovering things about Edward that was wavering her thoughts and beliefs on vampires. The Vigil had taught her to hate all vampires, but like Edward, Gallia was different. She taught Becca that most, not all, vampires were evil. That they had ill intentions but not all. Some had no choice, some of them did. The ones that had no choice; were more likely to try to change their immortal nature. And as Becca warred with the information she left out with the Vigil, she wondered if Gallia would understand her choices. But she wasn't sure, so she wasn't going to tell her. This was nice for her, to focus on something other than the Vigil. Even if that something was her vampire boyfriend.

Becca followed Edward into the woods behind her house. The woods were lush with greenery as it had rained the night before. She pulled the hood of her leather jacket over her head as he took his time exploring with her. "Do you need to be dying to become a vampire?" she asked, prompted by her curiosity on how much the Vigil was wrong about him.

"No," he answered, stepping around a cluster of roots," that's just Carlisle. He would never give this to someone who had any other choice. How did you join the Vigil?" Becca paused, leaning against a tree. She lit a cigarette before continuing. Edward stopped when he realized how far behind him she was.

"I was fifteen. I was the quiet type. I cared more about working on my dirtbike than boys. That was until the new popular boy asked me to attend a house party. I wasn't sure what his intention was but I went anyway. Turns out the house party was thrown by members of the Vigil posing as college girls. They were trying to coax him and others to attend. When he got me alone, he attacked me. I grabbed the first thing I saw which was a silver letter opener and stabbed him in the jugular. I accidentally killed him while trying to defend myself. Gallia had thrown the party and was there. She followed him and when she saw what I had done; I was forced to join. I saw too much and knew too much. They alternative would have been death." She kissed Edward's cheek as she caught up to him and walked around him. "How long have you been a vampire?"

"Since nineteen eighteen." He called from behind, "that's when Carlisle found me. Dying with Spanish influenza." Edward placed his hand on the small of her back as they reached the cliff side overlooking the river. Becca turned and headed east, towards the coastline.

"What was it like?" she asked as he walked beside her down the rocky slope.

"The venom was excruciating. But what Carlisle did was much harder. Not many of us have the strength to stop drinking once we've tasted mortal blood." They stayed along the rocky coastline steering clear of La Push. The rain from the night before made everything slippery. Yet, Becca was able to maintain her balance. "What are those vials?"

"Ability serum. It's made from different herbs then cleansed in a ritual fire using vampire blood." She slowed her pace as she came upon a small rocky slide.

"What does it taste like?" Edward asked as he directed her to a less dangerous path to the left of them.

"It tastes like smoke and feels as if you are swallowing the fires it came from. You get used to it after sometime." For a second, Becca slips on a rock and Edward catches her. "Didn't Carlisle just have to bite you?"

"Not exactly." Breaking her fall, he offers his hand to her which she takes. "When we taste mortal blood, a sort of chaos starts. It becomes almost impossible to stop."

"But Carlisle did." Becca took a moment to glance as Edward's frame. He was tall, lean but muscular. All in all he was well built. For a vampire, he took care of himself.

"First with me then with his wife, Esme." Edward caught her checking him out and smirked causing heat to rise to Becca's cheeks. She didn't normally check out boys, but she couldn't help herself with him.

"I'm guessing Carlisle is the reason you don't drink human blood." It wasn't long before they reached the shoreline. The rain last night had stopped before the coast, the shoreline was dry. Becca pulls her hood off her head and takes a deep breath. It was refreshing; the salty air. Rain and earth and ocean. A brush of white passes her vision as she turns to see Edward handing her a piece of sea glass.

"He's not the only reason. I don't want to be a monster."

Glancing down at the glass, Becca smiles before looking back into his golden eyes, "Did you know the other vampire that killed Waylon?"

"No and you should know there's more than one."

"How many?"

"At least two," Edward takes Becca's hand and places the sea glass into it. Her mind was wandering causing her to miss his romantic gesture. She would need more equipment to take on two vampires or more. "We should make that into a necklace for you. It's your favorite color." Becca looked up at Edward as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Are you the only one that can read minds?" she asked, curious if he wanted to know what she was thinking.

"Yeah, I'm the special one except for Alice. Alice can see the future." Edward stared off into the horizon, the never-ending ocean.

"I'm guessing she saw me coming." Becca smiled as she put the sea glass in her pocket. Edward shook his head.

"No, she didn't. You were quite a surprise. Her visions are subjective. The future can always change." leaning over, he kissed her cheek before he turned on his heels and headed back.