A/N: This story is a rewrite of both the Twilight Saga Book Series and the Buffy: The Vampire Slayer TV-Show Series if they took place in the same universe, and if instead of Buffy Summers being the Vampire-Slayer it was Bella Swan. I also moved the timeline up twenty years so Bella is chosen as the Slayer in 2016, right after she turns seventeen. Eventual Edward Cullen/Bella Swan/Jacob Black Polyamory Relationship. Thank you very much for reading my story, and PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW!

I sat in the airplane seat, gripping the armrests, waiting impatiently for the plane to reach the gate. I'd been waiting for the last fifteen minutes, ever since the plane had landed in the small Port-Angeles airport. I had to remind myself not to grip the armrests too tight, since I still wasn't completely used to my new strength. My name is Bella Swan, and I am the Vampire-Slayer.

A Vampire-Slayer, also known as the Chosen-One, is one girl in all of the world who is chosen to fight against the forces of darkness and evil. Contrary to their name they didn't just fight vampires but all types of demons and evil creatures.

Being the Vampire-Slayer gave the person chosen superhuman physical-capabilities and senses, a regenerative healing factor, prophetic dreams and visions, the ability to sense demons, an innate natural aptitude for fighting, both with and without a weapon, and they stopped aging once they reached the age of twenty-one, though they could still be killed in combat.

When I found out I was chosen to be the next Vampire-Slayer I wasn't as skeptical as most would be. That's because ever since I was thirteen I had been training in magic as a witch. I had first learned about magic when I was cleaning the attic at mine and my mom's house and discovered a large trunk with my grandmother's name engraved on it. Inside I found multiple smaller boxes and a multitude of old looking books, most bound in leather.

All of the books were about magic, and demons, and other such things. At first I hadn't believed any of it, that is until I found a book with a note written by my grandmother inside of the cover.

'Dear Isabella,

If I'm right you should find this letter when you are thirteen. I wish I could be there to explain everything to you in person, but alas I have seen it is not to be. There are some things neither you nor your mother knew about me, the most important of which is that I am a witch.

I know this is hard to believe, but it is the absolute truth. I am a spellcasting, potion-making, ritual using witch. And you are as well.

I know it sounds insane, but it is the truth. If you are willing I am asking you to cast a spell to see for yourself whether or not I am lying to you. Think of it this way, if I'm wrong you lose nothing, but if I am right the pros are nearly endless.

If you are willing to try I put a fairly easy beginner's ritual on the back of this paper, and all of the needed equipment and ingredients are in the trunk. Good-Luck Isabella.

Forever yours,

Grandma Higginbotham.'

Though I was extremely skeptical still, I was also extremely close to my grandmother, who had died five years ago, so I decided to try it even though I expected nothing to happen.

The spell on the back of the paper was a ritual to call the spirit of a deceased loved one temporarily to the mortal plane. I gathered the needed ingredients and equipment, mixed them together, and chanted the words.

Unlike what I expected, something did happen and my grandmother's spirit appeared before me in a large blast of white-light. We talked for an hour, her explaining all she could to me about the basics of magic and magical ethics. But eventually her spirit dissipated back to wherever it had come from.

I was severely tempted to use the ritual again, but a warning at the bottom of the page said it could only be used once a year on the same spirit.

Over the years I had learned all I could about magic and demonology. I was one of the best in the world when it came to lore and magical theory, but I was only intermediately powerful. I was nothing special when it came to using magic. That is, until I became the Slayer.

I noticed when I became the Slayer immediately, though I didn't exactly know what I was until later when a Watcher from the Watcher's council came to tell me. I had known something about me was different because my magic had seemed to become super-charged. I could now cast the most difficult spells and rituals like they were nothing, when before if I tried to do them I would have likely passed out unconscious, or even died from the strain.

When I met my Watcher, named Merrick, he was shocked to discover that I was a witch because, according to him, no Slayer had ever practiced Magic before. After his explaining what the Slayer was, I was initially reluctant to accept my duty, but after being out with my mom one night and almost having her be killed by a vampire I came around to Merrick's way of thinking.

Eventually I came up against the Vampire-King Lothos, and in the process of fighting him Merrick died to save me. Even though, for some reason, Lothos hypnosis didn't work on me it did distract me enough to allow another vampire to sneak-up behind me. Merrick died taking an attack that was meant for me.

In the end, I was able to defeat Lothos and his minions by burning down my school gym with all of them inside of it. After that I was expelled from my school and, not knowing what else to do, my mother decided to send me to live with my father in Forks, Washington.

And that led us to now, with me waiting anxiously in the plane. It's not that I don't like my dad, it's just that I don't really like Forks that much because it's always raining and it is almost never sunny, even when it's not raining. Just as I was thinking of using a teleportation spell to get off the plane, we finally reached the gate and they let us off of it.

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The next morning I woke up early even though I had went to sleep late because, as the Slayer, I didn't need as much sleep as a regular human. After a quiet and quick breakfast with my dad, Charlie, I left the house and got into my new-old Chevy truck and headed off to school.

I quickly came upon the school. It was an average looking school with a sign out front that said, 'Welcome to Forks High-School, Home of the Spartans!'. I remembered from my past trips to Forks that the school used to be a collection of small red-brick buildings, but apparently someone had realized how sadistic it was to make teenagers run through the rain between every class.

After parking I made my way to the front office and got my class schedule, along with a map of the school. They also gave me a slip that all of my teachers had to sign. After that I made my way to my first class of the day.

The class seemed to drag on, but finally the class ended with a nasal-buzzing sound coming over the loud-speakers. Just as it did the boy sitting next to me got up and walked a few steps closer to me.

"You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?" He asked.

"Just Bella," I corrected politely. Everyone else still in the classroom looked over at us as soon as I spoke.

"Where's your next class?" The boy I was talking to asked.

I didn't bother to look at my schedule because I had already memorised it thanks to my eidetic memory. "Government with Jefferson, in building six."

"I'm headed to building four. I could show you the way," He said, and after a moment of silence he said, "I'm Eric." I reluctantly accepted his help, and I kept giving short answers as he tried to make smalltalk as we walked. Finally, we reached my next class and he was forced to part ways with me.

The rest of the morning went about the same until it was finally time for lunch, and because the school is so small all of the grades had lunch at the same time. I was being escorted to the cafeteria, somewhat unwillingly, by a girl who had both Trig and Spanish with me named Jessica.

Normally, I wasn't this unfriendly to people, but ever since I had become the Slayer and my magic was super-charged I have been able to see people's auras and learn what they are feeling and somewhat what they are thinking. The reason for my negative reaction to Eric was because he only was nice to me to get in my pants, and Jessica was only nice to me to suckle on my new-girl popularity like a leech.

With no better options I agreed to sit with Jessica and her friends at lunch. By the time we got there the table was almost filled. At the table was Eric, two boys named Mike and Tyler who also only wanted to get in my pants, Lauren, who immediately hated me because I had more attention than her, and finally there was Angela.

From the first moment I saw her I could tell she wasn't like the others. Her aura was almost completely pure, and she actually had the desire to get to know me. I quickly took one of the only two chairs left open, which was lucily right next to Angela.

For a few minutes I engaged Angela in smalltalk, just getting to know what seemed to be the only decent person in this school. Then, my Slayer-Senses went off, and I slowly turned my head towards the cafeteria's one set of doors. It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, making conversation with Angela that I saw them for the first time.

Walking into the room first was a man and a woman. The man was muscular in the extreme in a way that bodybuilders would kill for, and he had short ink-black curly hair. The woman was beautiful, with her long golden-blonde hair, so beautiful in fact it would make even the straightest of women question their sexuality.

The next two to walk in were also extremely gorgeous. The boy was, while still very muscular, not as muscular as the previous man, and he had a head of shoulder-length honey-blonde hair. The girl was short and had short pitch-black hair in a pixie-cut.

The final one to walk in was the youngest looking of the five, but he was also the most beautiful. He had a head of messy, yet still extremely attractive looking, coppery-brown hair.

All of them were a stark, chalky pale. The kind of whitish pale one could only get by layering their body in a heavy coating of make-up or powder. Also, by using my enhanced eyesight, I could tell they all had eyes the color of the deepest black. As they walked to a table in the back of the room I noticed that all of them, even the big bulky one, were graceful to the extreme. I knew then immediately what they were.

Vampires.

Not the type of vampires that I had fought back in Arizona, but a different type altogether. There are two types of vampires, the first being the kind I had fought before back in Phoenix. They were created by a demon named Maloker, and they had many weaknesses. They could be killed by a stake to the heart, sunlight, or decapitation, they could be hurt by holy-items and holy-water, and they could not enter one's house without an invitation.

The second type of vampires were created after the first type by a demon named Volturi. They were much more powerful than the first type of vampire, and were immune to the normal weaknesses, though they couldn't come into the sunlight without revealing what they were by sparkling like undead diamonds. They could also only be permanently killed by being dismembered and having the pieces burned, though this was impossible for regular humans, and even most demons, to accomplish.

When I realized what they were I almost started panicking, that is until I got a good look at their auras. All of them were almost completely pure, though a little dark, showing that while they had killed before they hadn't done so in a while and gained no pleasure from doing so. This made me come to the conclusion that they must be animal-drinkers.

I immediately started to relax, and to slake my curiosity I asked Angela, "Who are they?", as I nodded my head in the direction of the vampires. Angela looked over to where I had indicated, but before she could answer Jessica butted her way into the conversation.

"Those are Edward, Alice, and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale," She said. I noticed that they all had old-names, which made sense considering what they are. "And get this, they are all together, as in together-together. Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice."

"Jess, they're adopted. It's not like they're actually related," Angela hissed quietly at her.

"Well, I heard that they were only adopted by Mr. and because she can't get pregnant." Jessica said and then giggled, enraging me. Because I'm the Slayer I could only have a child if I got pregnant before I stopped aging because that would end my menstrual-cycle.

"How dare you!" I said as I slammed my hand down on the lunch table, halting all occurring conversation at the table. "How would you feel if you couldn't have any children? Even if that's true, you have no right to laugh about it. No one does!" With that I stood up, grabbed my bag, and left the cafeteria.