WARNING I: This Fanfic will contain a moderate dose of vulgar language, violence (but not extremely descriptive nor gory), and the implication of sexual activities (no details though). I will always put a notice at the beginning of each chapter that contains any violent act.

WARNING II: This is a crossover between 2 different TV series and 1 movie saga. Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, and Twilight. I have been looking for some really great crossovers between TVD and Twilight, but most are unfinished. So I decided to create my own for my first Fanfiction. I also decided to throw in our favorite hunters into the wonderful mix we'll call the supernatural Scooby Gang. Please excuse any grammar errors that I may have overlooked. I'm not claiming to be perfect in any way and I also don't have a beta reader. So lay back, relax, and enjoy this supernatural showdown of a story.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the wonderful SPN characters nor TVD nor Twilight. I'm just borrowing their lovely characters and plot lines. But I do own Miss Anneliese Swan, Miss Lillian Singer, and this wonderful story idea concoction. This will be the only disclaimer throughout the entirety of the story.

PROLOGUE

U.S. ROUTE 138

November 13th 2009

A black 1967 Mustang fastback was seemingly flying on a major highway, heading towards a salvage yard in nowhere South Dakota. Queen was blaring from inside the car, where two 21 year-olds were singing at the top of their lungs off-key. Both laugh a hollow sound, when the passengers' silvery voice cracks. Both look away, when the distractions of singing and laughter doesn't help.

The passenger has long, pale silvery blonde hair that fades into light strawberry ringlets. Her medium-sized almond eyes are an intriguing pastel bluish-grey color. They held years of wisdom and suffering. Her lips are a pouty, natural rose red, with the top slightly thinner than her full bottom lip. Her delicate heart-shaped face, has high cheek bones that aren't overly pronounced. A small yet defined, slightly upturned, nose sits in the middle. Accompanied by a skinny nasal bridge, with light brown freckles sprinkled across, scarred and slightly crooked from what looks like repeated breaks. A thin wiry scar marred her clear, bronzed complexion. It hooks right behind her left ear, curving into her jaw, dipping underneath just before touching her chin. When the young woman stands, she reaches about 5'6. Her medium curvaceous build, is athletically toned from constant training.

The dark red-head sitting next to her in the driver's seat, was her opposite. Her dark cherry hair falls just above her shoulders in waves. A pair of ocean blue, deep-set eyes sit perfectly on either side of a wide nasal bridge. Which is complemented by an uneven, medium dainty nose. Her small but full lips, stained a faint pink, are defined by a deep cupid's bow. Her sharp diamond face, with protruding cheekbones, is almost flawless. Her complexion is an olive tone and remains unblemished. Her slender frame, that's toned with slight defined curves, stands at 5'8.

The driver, Lillian Singer, takes out a pack of Marlboros and lights up a cigarette, leans back and focuses intently on the road. She's concerned about the young blonde, who is her sister in everything but blood. Anneliese Swan, or Ann as Lilly likes to call her, has been quiet ever since they wrapped up their job back in Colorado. They are both hunters, but not the animal killing kind. They are the monsters underneath your bed type of hunters. Though Ann is also a full-fledged witch, so that helps when taking out the not-so-innocent monsters. Lily could see that Ann isn't doing so well. Anneliese had gotten a call that her parents were involved in a house fire. Her younger sister, Isabella, thankfully was at a friends at the time of the fire. Their parents weren't as lucky.

She was pissed at herself for not making more of an effort to drive to her parents' house and spend time with her family over the years. She has spent so much time absorbed in hunting, that she missed too many family gatherings. She immersed herself into the memories she's held onto so dearly through the years, while also replaying the past year.

She didn't get to feel the joy of seeing her little sister grow up. Though she didn't have much control over that situation until 4 years ago, when she finally got her license. Her parents had sent her to go and live with a family friend, Bobby Singer, and his daughter Lillian, at the age of 6. When Annie and her younger sister were together, they attracted too many creatures. Which in turn, led to chaos being unleashed on the unsuspecting sleepy town named Forks. Her family then moved back to her parent's hometown while she lived in nowhere South Dakota. But the one thing she was able to get to see, along with their parents, was her sister fall deeply in love.

After getting out of her head a bit, a few unnoticed tears sliding down her cheek, Annie saw that they were getting closer to the Salvage yard. She knew that once she was there, she would pack up everything she owned. Which wasn't much. She would then start the 21 hour drive to her Aunt Jenna's house. She'll have to take in her sister, since her Aunt was already taking care of her two cousins. She's going to have to step up, take responsibility, and push hunting to the side for now. She's not sure on how everything will pan out. But one thing she's sure on is that she'll protect her sister, Rosie, in any way she can, no matter the cost.

MYSTIC FALLS, VA

November 15th 2009

Mystic Falls is a small town, where anything deemed significant hardly happens. But for the past year, major events have come out to play. Multiple 'animal attacks', deaths of founding members, new people coming in and out of the small town. November 13, 2009 was no different. Charles Swan, the last male from one of the founding families, and his wife, Renee Dyer-Sommers, were caught in a house fire. They left behind two teenage daughters, Anneliese Dahlia and Isabella Primrose. Annie didn't live in Mystic Falls with her family. But rumor has it that she was on her way here for her sister and should be in before midnight tonight. While Bella has been staying with her Aunt Jenna Sommers and her two cousins, Elena and Jeremy Gilbert, since the unfortunate accident. Bella grew up in the small sunny town since the age of 4. But a little over an hour ago, the poor girl ran off, though no one knew she had left her bedroom.

As the sun started setting over the seemingly quiet town, it casts its beautiful orange and red rays onto the Falls. Sitting on the cliff by the waterfall, a hauntingly beautiful teenage girl sat hunched over, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her waist length, ebony black locks, were tangled into a curtained around her. It was as if the snarled mess is protecting the 5'4 petite 17 year-old. Her large wide doe-like eyes held misery and grief. Her light minty-green eyes, were tinged with red from sorrow. A skinny nasal bridge is connected to a medium, slightly upturned, button nose. A slight dusting of fair colored freckles adorned the tip of her nose and across her sharp cheekbones. Her heart-shaped face, that normally holds a light faint blush along with a healthy creamy pale, was unhealthily white. Her full lips, with the bottom thinner than top, normally adorned a small smile. But tonight, they were twisted tightly yet unnaturally into a deep frown.

The white iPhone in Isabella's lap kept lighting up. 30 missed calls, 10 voicemails, 40 texts. All from Damon, Jenna, Elena, Caroline, Bonnie, Stephan, and Jeremy. Most of them were from Damon, who worries about her every moment of every day. Though none were from the one person she needed the most. But she knows that Dahl was on her way home, to get her. Dahl understands her need to grieve in silence. Another call pops up on her silenced phone. Elena. God, she thinks to herself, why won't people just leave me alone. I just want to be left alone. Does nobody understand that, ughhh! I'm so sick of all the constant hovering!

Thinking it's finally time to go back before they start a search party, Bella goes to stand. Her legs weak and tired from sitting for so long, give out, causing her to tumble to the ground. She tries once more and fails. As she lays on the forest floor, her body curls into itself. For the first time in two days, since the fire, the veil of numbing shock fades away. And she breaks down from the sudden onslaught of emotional turmoil. A tormenting mangled scream leaves her mouth, as agonizing sobs escape her trembling frame. She screams anguished filled screams for what seems like hours but only lasts minutes. Salty tears stream down her face, dripping steadily onto the forest floor. Her fists pound away at the ground and rocks beneath her, ripping the skin during the process. Her powers flare up, a ring of fire erupting from the earth and the wind starts swirling madly around her. With each haunting scream, the flames rise higher. With each grief-stricken sob, the wind whirls faster.

She's slowly starting to lose any control she had left. Her energy was being drained faster from the amount of magic being expended. She felt herself growing weaker by the second. She could see in the blurry haze the blood that was constantly pouring from her nose. But she couldn't regain control…she couldn't stop it. This is it, she thought, this is the end. I'm going to die. I'm so sorry Damon, Dahl. I'm so so sorry.

She heard someone panickedly cry out her name. She picked her head up and saw her flames being forcefully parted, and a shadowy figure run quickly to her. Her brain fuzzy and vision clouded, she couldn't make out what was happening nor focus on the inhumanly fast movements. Hearing a dulled ripping sound, the figure above pressed their wrist to her lips, while forcefully prying her mouth open to swallow. Seconds before the darkness swept her away, she heard a faint apology and a 'I love you' murmured from a deep masculine yet familiar voice. Before her foggy mind could even comprehend the murky hands and words, her neck was snapped.

AN:

What did you guys think? I think it was pretty suspenseful with the right touch of angsty. Next chapter I'll throw in some lovely sarcasm with a touch of a dramatic flair.

Also wanted you lovely readers to know that I have never watched TVD until two days ago. I'm currently on Season 1 episode 11. My goal is to get through two seasons for this story. So how many chapters I write ahead of schedule will depend on how far into the season I am. My schedule will be a chapter every Tuesday and if I have more chapters available to post, I'll post those on Fridays. The storyline of this story will be explained in the AN at the bottom of Chapter 1, which I only have about 2 more paragraphs left. It'll be posted by the end of today.

Thank you all in advance for taking the time to read this. Always feel free to correct me on any mistakes I've made so I can correct it in my story. Like I've said before, I am human so I'm in no way perfect. But I try to be!