Looking at our house I take a deep breath. I graduated. I am officially on my own. Getting into the car I wave goodbye to my dad. My mom headed home after the ceremony opting to give Charlie the emotional goodbye he needed.

Backing out of our drive and heading through Forks I answer the question that has been tossed around in my head ever since the brothers left. "I am going to be a hunter." I laugh out loud thinking about Jessica's speech. "I guess some dreams never age Jess."

"You really are a half vampire?"

"Your mother turned a child?"

"Is Aro really responsible for his sister's death?"

"Are you the last werewolf known to be alive?"

Question after question led to pages then to journals then to more journals. My findings I recorded with precise detail. enough to sign my death certificate everyday till the end of the world. I had yet to kill anything yet. Each creature I encountered helped to fill the knowledge that I needed before I took a life.

Soon after finding possibly the last werewolf to exist, I decided to stop at Mystic Falls. Pulling in to the first restaurant I see I hop out of my newly bought baby blue baby. It's been about two months and my findings have been outstanding. I have yet to hunt, but I just got word of a new species of vampire. Moving up to the bar I survey the people. According to rumors and old town legends these vampires look and act just like mortals.

My attention is stolen by a man sitting at a table full of kids probably two years younger than myself. After Edward, no after graduation I haven't thought much of men or boys for that matter but this man makes me stop. My eyes follow his chest and I find myself praying that he will turn so I can see the other side of his jeans. At that moment his eyes connected with mine.

He tosses me a crooked smile. The girl sitting next to him tosses her brown hair and her flirty eyes float from the boy on the other side of her to find the object of his attention. My inner voice revels in the jealousy written all over her face. Moving out of the booth he comes over to the bar. "Damon, Damon Salvatore." He leans against the counter, his arms bent flexing his muscles.

Biting my lip I tell myself to pull together but damn he's hot. "Isa," I turn to stare at him feeling a wave of confidence. "Isabella Swan." His eyes roam my body. "Where have you come from Isa?" He leans in slightly. Snagging my lower lip between my teeth I look into his eyes. "Everywhere," his eyes go to my neck. "And," his nose twitches ever so slightly the only hint he gives for me to continue. "No where," his breath pauses.

Glancing around the room I notice the restaurant empty except the bus boy, the crew in the back, and his table. He leans in ever so slightly as his eyes lock with mine. Moving at speed that would make Rosalie proud I pull the dagger from my boot and lodge it in his thigh.

Groaning he falls back into the counter. "What the hell!" A blond girl from his table shouts. The boy that previously had the brunette's attention walks over to the bar. "What did you do Damon?" All the whole looking at me appreciatively yet confused. "Nothing!" He growls. Veins appearing on his face.

"Damn!" The blond, now over her initial shock, "it's nice to see him get his ass kicked". She too gives me a look of appraisal. Scanning their bodies I look for the signs. The witch was right they are eerily similar to humans. "Your vampires." Tilting my head slightly I shake my head at the brunette girl, "not you though. You're just bitchy."

At that Damon laughs. I turn my gaze back to my prey. Grabbing the dagger before he removes it I shove him against the bar. "Who is responsible for the murders?" I know physically he is stronger than me but I pray that the vervain and the many enchanted objects that the witch and my other acquaintances have given me will aid me. His struggle shows my answer.

"What are you?" He asks in a husky voice. One that makes me want to pull him into bed rather than into a fire. Clenching my teeth together I force myself to be strong. "I'm a hunter. Who is killing all those people?" Each word comes out as a snarl. My arm travels up to his throat. "That would be Kathrine," the other male responds.

"Stephan," Damon warns. "Katherine?" I ask. "My evil doppelganger." Turning to look at the brunette I ask, "There's more of you?" "Sadly," Damon replies, his eyes glued to mine, studying me. Pushing off of him I pull the stake out of his thigh. "Thanks."

"So what?" Damon asks as my hand reaches the door. "You're going to go after her, alone?" Turning around I cross my arms over my chest as his smoldering form is standing before me. "Yes." I look into his green eyes, momentarily getting lost. Forgetting all about the others in the restaurant and the fact that most of them are vampires I step closer to Damon.

"You don't think I can handle myself?" Shaking his head he steps forward slightly, our chest almost touching. "No, I think that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. That being said I would gladly-" he cuts off the sentence as Stefan coughs behind him. Damon's tone changes."Katherine is fierce," he looks at me with- worry?

"Well Mr. Salvatore, I guess it will be a fun hunt."

Park

Searching for Katherine was easy. She wasn't a low profile person. It became quite clear that she demanded attention. Specifically that of boys. One of which is Mr. Dark and Handsome and the other Stephan. It all pieced together than why Elena was so important.

"Have you ever killed?" The voice comes from behind me. Looking over my shoulder I see the man that has stayed in the secret corner of my mind. The wind catches the swing next to me pushing an invisible being. Ignoring his words I push off the ground. My bag on the wooden chips. He steps in front of me. As I swing toward him I separate my legs fearing a collision. He places his hands on my thighs stopping my movement. My heart beats like a drum. "Have you, Swan?" His question isn't menacing but his grip and gaze show his intensity. He is standing between my legs, his hands still on my thighs, his thumbs tracing small circles onto my jeans.

His green eyes again search mine diving into my soul. Having a jolt of adrenaline I jump out of my swing. His hands on my thighs move to support me as I wrap around his waist. Our lips connect like two magnets. His hands move up to my ass as he responds. Breathing deeply I pull his hair pulling him closer. He is intoxicating.

Pulling back ever so slightly and only for a split second I see his gaze flashing across my face asking for permission. He presses my back against the swing 's metal rod. "You know," his lips latch to my neck, "I'm a vampire." They trail down right above my left breast. "I know." Pulling his chin up I capture his lips once more. "And we will," I pull away, "finish this later." I look into his eyes. "And no I have never killed, but you aren't my first vampire."

With a crooked smile he pulls me by my hand.

Salvatore Mansion

"So, you and Katherine..." I pretend to have my attention caught by an old photograph on the mantle in the Salvatore Boarding House. The picture is of no importance than that of breaking my gaze from the intoxicating green ones. "She was the love of my human life. Also the one who slept with my brother and one of many who chose him over me." I grind my teeth together thinking of betrayal. Before I can turn around and comfort him he is behind me. I study him. I see the man turned into something he never wanted to be. I see the man in love with the girl he never gets.

"So," he uses his speed so that now he is breathing on my neck, "you," He places a kiss on my neck, "dated a vampire." There isn't jealousy in his voice but a challenge. Turning around, his hands go almost possessively to my waist and thigh.

"I thought he was the love of my life." I look into the portal to his soul. "But then he left," my gaze falls down to his lips, "and told me I was nothing." Then to his neck. "And that I wasn't his mate," then to his chest and back to his eyes. I try to tell him that I understand, "he made me feel worthless." A small smile appears on his daringly handsome face. "Well, Mr. Salvatore?" I fight my smile. "Are you going to be my practice?" Pushing me up against the wall, my legs around him, "You are every bit worth it Miss Swan and he must have been completely idiotic." brushing his nose with mine, "because you are beautiful, dangerous, and sexy as hell." Using his nose he nudges my chin up, "and finally," with his lips to my chin, "you can always use me for practice."

With all conscious thought gone, a hand finds its way up to his hair as I pull his lip to mine. The kiss is full of passion and lust. Two souls searching for a match. Two damaged people letting all of their fury out. I'm pulling his hair and the hem of his jeans. His hand is at my waist and the other and on my thigh. Each of us pulled each other closer. I feel the support behind me cave but we don't stop. The hand on my waist goes further down and then hoists me up onto his waist.

"I'm taking you up stairs," his voice comes out in a husky whisper. "If you want to leave you need to go now." Opening my eyes I see that I am in a Bella size hole in the wall. Running a finger along his chin I fight to stay above the current that is his eyes, "now why would I leave?" He flashes me a crooked smile flashing us upstairs.

For the first time I felt like a college student. Online classes failed to land you in some unknown guy's bed, get you drunk, and show you new scary people. Waking up this morning in a warm bed with the sunshine coming through the shades made me feel normal for five minutes. Looking around I study Damon's room. The girl in me looked for the things that made him him, but the hunter looked for the things that made him a vampire. Looking at his dresser I see a weathered up picture.

Pushing the covers off, my feet hit the floor. The warm air is comfortable to my naked skin. Picking up the picture I flip it over. "Katherine," his voice comes from behind me. I don't jump. I chalk it up to how personal we got last night he knows me better than anyone. One hand slides to my waist and the other places a cup of hot coffee on the dresser. "She's pretty." Turning around I see that he has taken a shower and dressed himself. "Is she?" His eyes are caught on my breast.

Laughing I roll my eyes, "this coffee better be for me." Nodding, he moves to go for my neck. "Uh uh!" I reach for the cup of heaven. Last night we did almost everything, but I hadn't let him drink from me. That I told him will wait until later. "I am drinking this delicious up of heaven first." With a mischievous look he picks me up and places me on the desk. "Well I accept that challenge, Miss Swan," I quickly gulp down the sip of coffee, the hot liquid burning my throat as I gasp in surprise as he slides down onto his knees and his head disappears between my thighs.

"Where did they burn all the vampires?" Now both fully dressed I am on the floor in front of the fireplace, with Damon laying on the couch and diaries and books covering the floor. "The Church." Turning one of the pages to his father's journal I set it down. "Then let's go make sure they are dead." With my plan formed I jump up. "And fight them with what?" His voice followed after me as I searched for my bag. "With this," I grab my bag. "I am a hunter," I show him my hand. The power from the witches radiating from it.

"I understand if you don't want to go with me." He has his back turned to me, hands pulling at his hair. "I understand, but this is who I am. No I haven't ever killed, but I am prepared to fight back. I am ready to stand up and defend myself and this world from those that seek to cause us harm." Turning around at speed that was oh so good last night.

Fury in his eyes, "and am I one of those evils?" Confused for a second as to what brought in this sudden insecurity I hear the sound of a familiar car. Stephan. "No." My hand grabs his. "There are things that I don't understand in this world but one thing I know, not all of it is bad. You Damon Salvatore prove that. You hide behind your demon but I see past that facade. You are what Stephan pretends to be. And that is why I choose you." Pressing my lips to his I concluded, "I'll be at the church at 2."

Katherine was difficult to kill. Her death symbolized the end of Damon's suffering, the beginning of my days as a hunter, and possibly the death of my humanity. In the end, Katherine's death is what cemented Damon and mine's relationship.

His lips sucked on my neck as my nails dug into his shoulders. "Damon, you can't afford anymore damages to your walls." I moan. I feel the wall behind me start to give. His teeth, just barely grazing my sensitive neck, stop, "of course I can." Sucking in a deep breath I feel his teeth puncture the skin. "Oh," my head falls back, "minimal damage, please." I wind my fingers through his hair pulling him closer to me as he drinks my blood. "You break the walls," my breath hitches as he grinds his lower regions into mine, "we get interrupted by construction workers...and...no sex."

Life was bliss. Soon I felt the pull to continue my work and Damon followed. Together we hunted witches, ghosts, demons, werewolves, and other vampires. We continued our nightly activities, both in the daylight and night, in the bed and not. Damon brought out a side of me no one has ever before. A kinky, brave and daring, and a sexy killer.

"So tell me about Sam and Dean," turning over in the hotel bed I run my fingers along his naked chest. "They woke me up. I was lost in-" my hair falls in my face blocking Damon's sight of my brown eyes. Using one hand he pushes the hair behind my ears. "In the short time I got to know them they became family. They taught me that I don't need Edward to live in the Supernatural world." Looking at Damon I can't help but think of him and Sam meeting. My mind flashes, for some reason, to a previous conversation.

"What do you think...?"

My eyes go across the bar to the red head. They go wide at his implication, "No." He is free to drink from or sleep with who he chooses but Turning to Damon I feel his lust. "Are you insinuating that I am becoming unfulfilling?"

"No," His hand goes to my thigh. Revealing his thoughts. "So no..." "No."

My thoughts then go back to Sam. Sam and Damon. Damon and Sam. Shaking my head I try to ease the images circulating through my polluted mind.

Present Day

"It's hard to believe we have known each other for a little less than a year," I tell Sam and Dean. I leave out most of the rated R details but Dean happily feels them in much to the obvious discomfort of Sam who keeps wiggling in the passenger side.

We voted to take my car as the brothers wished to accompany me. "We,'' I shake my head trying to explain to them, "It has felt like lifetimes. He knows me. He knows my need to hunt. To bring down the evil; yet he also sees my soft spot for the hidden angels." Looking over to Sam I start the car.

"Do you love him?'' he asks. "Yes," I say without hesitation. "But my heart doesn't belong to him and his isn't mine." I conclude. Pulling out of the parking spot I peel out of the drive and start on the highway to hell.