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.

As Alice pitches to Rosalie, she reminds Becca of a swan, no pun intended. She's graceful, delicate but Becca was sure even she had a mean streak in her. Especially if you messed with family. Rose smiles at Becca as she hits the ball with a thunderous crack. "Haul ass, Rose!" Becca shouts as Rosalie runs across the bases. It's hard for her to keep track without her serum because they are so fast, yet she's sure Edward is the fastest out of everyone. Rosalie slides into home plate as Esme catches Edward's throw. Leaning down, she gently taps Rosalie's hip as Rosalie glides through. "You're out, Rose." Becca remarks, returning Rosalie's glare. Carlisle steps up to the plate and blows a kiss to Esme as Alice throws yet another curveball. Although he hits it, the ball pops straight up in the air causing bother Edward and Emmett to jump for it. Becca lets out a laugh as they collide and fall to the ground, the ball rolling away as Carlisle slides into home. Edward smiles, showing full fangs as he glances as Becca. She tips her hat to him before getting back into position as Jasper steps up to bat. Like most of the time when storms roll into town, the winds shifts and as it does, Becca freezes. Frosted Glass. And bone-chilling cold. Vampire. Or Vampires. Either way, she sensed them. Alice runs to Becca's side as they look toward the treeline, causing everyone else to pause. "How many?" Becca asks, frozen in place. She had nothing. Nothing. Not one knife, not ever a vial. She was completely defenseless, and she absolutely hated that. She would be seen as prey and nothing more. That's the last thing she wanted to be seen as. Prey.

"Three." Alice responses as Edward jogs up to both of them.

"How long?" Carlisle says as he looks at Becca and Edward hoping for enough time for them to leave safely.

"They're almost here." she says, her amber eyes frantically looking at Becca and Edward. As for Edward, he glances over at Becca.

"Do you have anything?"

"No," she says, gritting her teeth and locking her jaw, "Not even a blade."

"Pull your hair down." Edward suggests as he reaches up, pulling her hair gently out of her ponytail and framing it around her neck.

"Like that will make a difference." she remarks. She knew exactly what she looked like. An easy target, an evening appetizer for the Cullens. She hoped for these vampires sakes that they would walk away easily otherwise they would be sorry.

"I shouldn't have brought you here," Edward says as he takes Becca's hand in his, "I'm so sorry."

"A little late now." She remarks through clenched teeth. She wasn't exactly sure why she was clenching her teeth other than the fact that she was pissed with herself for being unprepared.

"Just stand behind me." Edward says as he pulled Becca behind him, hoping his scent will mask hers but deep down they both knew better. There were three of them, alright. A muscular, devious blond male who smelled of cedar and sand. A redheaded female who's scent was tingly like electricity. And a tall dark skinned one, his aura reminded Becca of the ocean, wet, salty and full of unknown. She could tell from the potency in their auras that these were the vampires she was after.

"I believe this belongs to you." the dark skinned male says as he throws Carlisle the ball. Catching it, Carlisle puts on his best face of cordialness.

"Thank you."

"I am Laurent. This is Victoria and James." he says as James tilts his head looking at Becca and Edward, watching them closely. Without her ability serum, Becca was prey to her own human instinct. She hoped her quiet resolve was enough to mask her rapid heartbeat.

"I am Carlisle and this is my family. I'm afraid your hunting activities have caused somewhat of a mess for us."

"Our apologizes," Laurent says with sincerity in his eyes, "we didn't realize the territory had been claimed."

"Yes, well we maintain a permanent residence nearby." Carlisle was doing his best to act casual though his stance screamed defense.

"Really?" Laurent said, almost sarcastically, "Well, we won't be a problem anymore. We were just passing through."

"The humans were tracking us," Victoria interjects, running her porcelain finger through her fire red hair, "but we led them east. You should be safe." Becca was looking forward to taking her down. Her aura smelled sour. Arrogance.

"Excellent." Carlisle continued, hoping they would just leave.

"So," Laurent said stepping forward towards Carlisle. His voice hinted curiosity but his body language said careless, "could you use three more players?" Seeing the hesitation on Carlisle's face, he smiled. The façade exposed. "Oh, come on. Just one game."

"Sure," Carlisle said, turning towards Edward and Becca, motioning them to leave. "why not. A few of us were just leaving." Becca squeezes Edward's hand as she notices he is entranced within James' snare. Edward snaps out of it just as the breeze picks up, gently blowing Becca's dark hair from around her neck, and the rain starts to fall. James's eyes turn black as he cracks his neck, glaring at Becca. He knows.

"You brought a snack!" He calls out and takes several steps towards Becca's direction. Edward defensively hisses at him, his fangs full exposed, pulling Becca farther behind his back. Becca steps around Edward's notion, facing him with her back to James. Knowing full well it was an insult to the vampire.

"Don't react." She warns Edward as she steps between them. The Cullens immediately step in front of Becca and Edward, shielding them like a wall.

"You brought a human?" Laurent asks, genuinely concerned as he reaches out, his hand on James' chest.

"The girl is with us." Esme spoke, her voice darkened as Carlisle smiled at her and winked out of the corner of his eye. "I think it's best if you leave."

Laurent nodded to Victoria as she began to back away, "I can see the game is over. We'll go now." Laurent pressed on James' chest as he licked his fangs staring at Becca. "James!" he barked at the vampire who quickly turned and left.

In a fury of emotions, Becca yank's the door open of Edward's Volvo. "Get me back to my Dad's house now." She said calmly as she threw her seat belt on, "I need my gear." She knew now. She knew who the vampire's were. She needed to call Gallia, get the extraction permission and take them out. They would be easy to track down now that she had their scent. Three was the most Becca has ever encountered by herself, but still whatever the result, it had to be done.

"He's coming after you!" Edward yelled, glaring at Becca from the corner of his eye as he sped down the road back to the center of Forks.

"I'm aware." she spoke calmly, only adding to Edward's unnerve. She was so calm yet he was so scared, for her. For them.

"James is a tracker, it's his obsession. I read his mind. My reaction at the field set him off."

"I told you not to." She said as she reached over to his hand which he pulled away.

"I know! I just made this his most exciting game ever." Fear stricken and guilt ridden, Edward swerved around a car at an intersection last minute. Becca took a deep breath. She could understand his fear. Had she been a normal human, she would be in grave danger. But for her, this was a cake walk. Well, not exactly a cake walk because this would be three versus one. But Becca knew what she was doing. She knew what kind of vampire James was, she had killed ones like him before. The talent of tracking wasn't exactly unique.

"Well, he won't go to Charlie's."

"You don't know that!" he shouted at her causing Becca to turn towards him, fire in her eyes.

"Yes I do. It's too obvious of a kill. Too many high risks involved." She turned away from him, staring out the windshield, "I need my gear."

"You're not seriously going after him." Edward remarks as Becca unzips her red and black plaid jacket and pulls her left arm out of the sleeve. She pushes the sleeve of her three quarter shirt up, exposing the black tribal tattoo. The symbol of the Vigil.

"I have no choice!" she shouts at him before sinking back into her seat, awaiting the inevitable.