(One monster to another)

This is a modern day (Lost Boys/Twilight) Crossover. In this story, the Lost boys do NOT look like they are stuck in the weirdo 80's fashion. No mullets (David)- No belly-showing tank-tops and chaps (Sorry Marco, but showing off your bellybutton is so not for men and never was…not even in the 80's). No crazy wild long hair (Paul and Marco). I think Dwayne was the only normal looking one of the bunch. Though, I see Theo James as Dwayne in the story. Of Course Jai Courtney as David, because he is always who I see as one of my male lead characters and I think he'd make a great David. A young Ryan Phillippe as Marco…yummy! For Paul…just imagine a young blonde haired Dave Franco. And last but not least…Shelley Hennig as Bella Swan.

(David & Bella…with Dwayne in the middle.

This story is about a hybrid woman, on the run for years… running from her past. Always moving and looking over her shoulder…until the first hour of her twenty-first birthday, when Bella decides to stop and face her past head on when they come.…Little did Bella Swan know, fate has much more in store for her.

Chapter One

(Abandon All Sanity Here)

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~Stop and stay for a while~

Friday, September 13, 2019-Midnight

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The moment Bella Swan enters the wild world of Santa Carla California, she suddenly realizes that it's September the 13th…her birthday.

The lonely biker smiles to herself and shakes her head.

'you are finally twenty one. Lets Party, Chic!' The voice in her head cheers in her always perky tone.

That loud, and sometimes very obnoxious voice has been her only companion for years now, but Bella refuses to believe that she has lost her mind. The voice is too real like and at times can be a bit clairvoyant. So she just chalks it up to the little bit of venom left in her system, That has changed her in more ways than one.

Back to reality Bella shakes her head, because as her luck would have it, she is just too tired to do much more than find a place to crash tonight. She's also tired of moving from town to town.

So Bella Swan decides right then and there that she'll stay in Santa Carla and face her own personal demons on her own terms if and when they come.

Just after passing the Welcome to Santa Carla sign, Bella glances back over her shoulder, and laughs to herself at the bold spray painted words, on the back of the sign.

'The Murder Capital Of The World!'

"Well Bells…you've certainly picked the perfect place to stop running. Haven't you?" The tired woman continues to laugh manically to herself as she navigates the narrow road towards the brightly lit city that she can see glowing bright in the distance.

After about a three or four miles of steep cliffs on one side of the road, and nothing but huge trees on the other, Bella comes a fork in the road and abruptly stops her Ducati.

She laughs to herself once again when she sees a smaller sign that says (Last Chance Fork) Infamous Santa Carla Boardwalk- Turn Right…AT YOUR OWN RISK!) and just below that, it says (Safer Bypass Route to Santa Cruz- Turn Left…HAUL ASS FOR 20 MILES AND DON'T STOP…NO MATTER WHAT!)

Bella can tell that California's Highway officials didn't have jack shit to do with this sign or the warning on the back of the welcome sign, due to the blood red spray paint used. Someone is seriously trying to warn people away from Santa Carla, and those officials haven't bothered to take any of it down.

Oh well…

Bella laughs to herself once again as she revs the powerful engine of her bike and lets the back tire skid tiny little pebble everywhere. Pelting the hell out of the sign while pointing her bike to the right and towards Santa Carla's infamous Boardwalk, to find a nice hotel to get a good nights rest for once…and to leave another credit card trail for the Cullen's to follow.

And that's pretty much all Bella Swan has been doing for the last three years…cruise into a nondescript tourist trap of a town, get an expensive room for a couple of days with the limitless black Amex credit card that Edward had given her for emergencies, then she'd feed on the first low life she could find.

Bella would rack up a lot of outrageous charges, buying things that she needed, like her bike, food, and clothes. She'd also buy food and clothing for homeless shelters. Several hours before she cruises out of each town, Bella would feed once more before visiting as many ATM's that she could, keeping enough cash for herself to get by for a few days. Then she would give the rest of all that Cullen cash away to anyone that she deemed genuinely deserve her good charity.

After the first time she did this, she thought surely, Carlisle would have the credit card canceled or at least declared stolen…but then she remembered that this credit card is the only way they would ever be able to find her.

…And those bastards are on her trail. No doubt about that.

In the third town she did her charity work, Bella bought a laptop and a digital spy cam, and hid the camera in a decorative tree outside the Grand Hotel and resort in Santa Barbra.

It took the assholes a few days to show up looking for her, but Bella was long gone by then. It was Jasper that sniffed the camera out, but what really shocked her was when he turned and hid it from his wife. The last thing Bella saw before Jasper crushed the tiny camera to dust in his hand, was a sly wink, a broad grin, and a thumps up from the war harden vampire.

Quickly yanking herself from her thoughts, Bella pulls into the wild looking beach town, and begins her mission to find a decent Hotel with outrageous rates…

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"You have got to be fucking kidding me!"

'Starlit Motel'… Best motel in town. (Daily rate-$20 a Night- Hourly rate $15 for the first hour- $5 for every hour after.) VACANCY- Rooms available…

'Best motel my pasty little ass…' Bella thinks to herself as she reads the half lit sign with disdain.

She growls in disgust as she looks over at what seems to be the only motel in this town. Several skeevy looking women that seem like they all are suffering from more than one STD, loitering about or selling themselves near several of the decrepit and filthy looking rooms.

'A place like Santa Carla, you'd think there would be more hotels then residential houses. At least I'll have plenty of dinner choices in this town…'

The disgusted woman quickly looks over towards the boardwalk, looking for a nicer hotel that doesn't charge by the freaking hour, her keen eyes taking in everything they land on easily.

After looking past the boardwalk, Bella sighs in pure relief when she spots some sort of Hotel/Resort/Casino right on the beach.

'Now how the hell do I get there from here on my bike? Do I drive on the sand? Do I have to circle around the fairgrounds behind the boardwalk? Do I park my bike here and walk…'

Bella looks back at the HOE-tel that looks as if it should have been condemned back in the fucking 80's. Then her eyes glance over the shady looking parking lot, where she can clearly see several men and women standing right under a bright as fuck streetlight, selling or buying shit that was probably made from sinus medication and every cleaning supply you would find under your kitchen sink.

'Fuck no! I am not leaving my bike here.'

Quickly putting as much distance between her and crack-hoe haven, Bella decides to just look for a road or something that will take her to the other side of the boardwalk.

Pulling up closer to the crowded walkway, bustling with hundreds of people. Bella glances around her, looking for fucking main street or something…'because every town in the continental US has a main street, right…'

Bella grins when she sees a bike lane on the wooden walkway that separates the beach from the shops.

'Perfect!' Bella grins and heads that way, slowing her bike so she doesn't use one of these idiots as a speed-bump. Seriously, dumb ass fuckers everywhere…fucking walking/staggering in a no pedestrian zone.

"Hey! Watch were you're going, you crazy bitch!" Some weirdo with a pink Mohawk yells out when he almost walks into her bike.

"Fuck off, you metal-head reject!" Bella yells right back at the weirdo, loud enough for him to hear her.

Laughing hard at the face the idiot makes at her, Bella continues on down the boardwalk.

Though as soon as she turns forward again, she has to lock her brakes up and drop her right foot to the ground while skidding to a stop sideways to control the bike better, making it easier to stop without crashing, and to avoid running over a little kid…that was just shoved to the ground, right into her path by a few guys that look as if they all could be the weirdo metal-head rejects retarded cousin's.

'Mohawk's all around…' Bella rolls her eyes at all the freaks and weirdos that seem to gravitate to her. Everywhere she goes, it never fails. 'One freak to another, I guess.'

"What the fuck is wrong with you idiots?!" The pissed off biker yells as she stomps the kickstand down before jumping off her bike, in damn near one swift and very graceful move.

Bella quickly holds her hand out to help the boy up. Though, just as she lifts him to his feet, she notices the kid has a busted lip and a bruise now forming on his right cheek.

'Oh it's fucking on, you assholes!"

Making sure she place herself between the kid and the Mohawk morons, so he doesn't get hurt when she hands these idiots their ass' for hurting the boy in the first place.

Bella looks at the two lowlifes in disgust as she leans on the balls of her feet, preparing to pounce and show these assholes how it feels to tango with someone that can actually fight back...

"What's it to you, hoe?" Mohawk number one that yelled at her moments ago, laughs as he walks up and tries to shove the kid back down to the ground.

Bella growls low in her chest as she reach her hand out and grabs the fuckers wrist before he can even touch the kid behind her, without ever once glancing his way. "Touch him one more fucking time and this hand belongs to me, asshole."

Unbeknownst to Bella, the boy behind her is the only one to hear her inhuman growl…Though, he's not the only one to hear the bones in the pink Mohawk dude's hand and arm snapping in several places when the woman applies more pressure to the guys wrist, and then twists his appendage…in a way a wrist or an arm should never be twisted.

"Now…" The pissed off woman purrs in a slightly seductive, yet commanding tone as she somehow tightens her hold even more on the now crying man's wrist. "…this will be the only warning you, or anyone that even remotely looks like you, will get. So you all better fucking listen good, and spread the word to all your metal-head idiot friends as well." The woman smiles and does some kind of karate-spin and kick, sending the guy with the broken appendage right into his two buddies.

The three Mohawk douche bags crash to the ground hard and then look up at the woman in fear as she leans over them and sneers loudly. "If I ever see anyone on this boardwalk bullying or mistreating a child in anyway, like you three were just doing. I'll cut your tiny disease infested dicks off with a fucking butter knife and make you eat them as you slowly bleed to death!"

Bella straightens up and smiles a wickedly cruel smile when she senses their fear as they scramble off the ground and run off into the crowd. Snorting and rolling her eyes when she sees that a few men in the crowd that stopped to watch the show, are now cringing and cupping their package for protection.

Bella holds her hand out to the kid once more and smiles a sweet smile down at him. "Come on, kiddo, I'll escort you to wherever you need to go."

"Thanks for helping me with those guys, Miss. I'm Laddie, by the way. What's your name?" The small boy smiles at the woman that saved him as he takes her hand.

"Nice to meet ya, Laddie. I'm Bella Swan…and you are more than welcome, kiddo. Though, I need no thanks for helping you out with those over grown idiots." Bella shakes the boys tiny hand dramatically, just to make him laugh. "Now, where do we find your parents?"

Laddie lets out a sigh as the pretty lady leads him over to her sleek black and very fast looking motorcycle.

"I live with my brothers and…Star." He mumbles, but Bella clearly heard him. "They're all here somewhere, but I couldn't find anyone. That's what I was doing when those guys started picking on me."

"Why did they leave you on your own, Laddie?" Bella frowns as she notices that she's already feeling highly protective of this adorable kid.

"My brothers don't ever leave me by myself…it's Star that's always leaving me on my own." Laddie shrugs just before Bella lifts him up and sets him on her bike.

"Who is Star?" Bella asks as she adjust her backpack on her shoulders better, then kicks the stand back and begins to walk her bike forward as Laddie continues to talk like they've known each other for years instead of only minutes.

'Feels that way at least…' Laddie and Bella both think as they grin at each other. Though neither one voice their thoughts on that.

"Star, she's my…I guess you can call her my nanny, but she hates me more than she hates my brothers for making…" Laddie stops and clears his throat nervously before continuing. "…and every time my brothers bring us here and let us go off on our own, she waits until I get distracted so she can get away from me. I always get distracted by something, and by the time I realize I'm alone…she's nowhere to be found."

Laddie lifts his hand and points her in the general direction, where Dave and the boys always park their bikes.

"Have you told your brothers that this Star person is leaving you by yourself all the time?" Bella asks as she balances, steers, and pushes the heavy bike like it weighs nothing.

Laddie's eyes widen as he shakes his head rapidly. "Heck no…she told me that if I ever snitched on her, she would give me to the Nazi gang, and my brothers would never know what happened to me, or where to find me because the gang would kill me before my brothers knew I was even missing. I just let my brothers think that I'm always ditching her, even though I get in trouble for it every time…but it's better than not ever seeing my brothers again."

Bella stops walking and growls too low for any humans to hear. Though Laddie hears her just fine, but says nothing…not wanting to have to explain how he was able to hear something that he shouldn't have been able to hear.

Little does Laddie know, Bella already knows that the child is a vampire/human hybrid. Just as she is…only Bella is sorta mixed with a different breed of vampire.

'Yeah…my oh so loving ex-fiance thought he'd sucked all of James' venom from my wrist that fateful day when the hunter caught up to me in Phoenix…killed my mother and father right in front of me, and then the bastard bit me…just before Jasper took his head.' Bella thinks to herself, then rolls her eyes at her thought process. 'Damn it, Bells, are you trying to cause yourself pain, thinking about your parents?'

'Probably…'

Anyway, Edward and his lovely family found out pretty damn quick that Bella was changing into something that wasn't quite Venom Vampire. So Eddie boy and Carlisle were gonna try to find a way to turn her back into a human.

'Even if it kills you, Bella…' Edward had told her in a loving yet sickening sorta way. '…as long as you stay human.'

That was the day that Bella politely told the Edward and the rest of the Cullen family, to go fuck themselves. Then the deadly woman gave the vampires the slip, and disappeared without a trace. Before she left though, she showed Edward Cullen and his family that she was trained to take care of herself, by her father…who was a decorated navy seal for five years. Then he join the Special Forces and became a Sargent on a top secret Black-Ops team for ten years.

Charlie Swan did all this before he retired from the military completely, at the age of 40, and then he became the highly respected Chief of Police in the small town of Forks, Washington.

The Cullen's learned quickly, that from the year Bella was able to walk, her deadly father trained her to be just as deadly as he was.

Bella Swan was never a weak simpering little girl. She could and did, kick their ass's once James' venom was added to her system…making Bella Swan extremely deadly to everyone around her…even to vampires.

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