DISCLAIMER: I unfortunately do not own Torchwood or Twilight, though if I did I'd covet Owen, Jack and Jasper and keep them all to myself – with the exception of a few awesome readers who took their time to look at this!
AN: For now this is a one-shot, but it depends on your reviews (if I get any), so thank you for taking your time to even read this!
SUMMARY: '"Calm down Torchwood, I only eat bad people," she smiled brazenly,' – ONE-SHOT for now, review for more.

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The dangerous air around the 'young' woman was thick and compelling. The people she walked past on the street immediately stepped back, their deep set instincts unconsciously telling them to, from the danger that was looming nearby in the form of the female.

The woman, however oblivious she seemed, was observing every person she passed, assessing them to see if they were a threat to her or if they were just as unassuming as a normal human should be. It came as no surprise to her that only one person questioned her looks, in their mind of course, before passing her off as 'just another pretty face'.

She kept walking before taking a sharp turn to the left, resulting with her ending up in a dark and damp alleyway. She continued proudly, as if she were still out in the open with people surrounding her, until she saw, or rather heard, a man attacking a young girl. She sped toward him, grabbed him by the throat and simply whispered 'run' to the girl. The man, however, began to plead with her for his life.

"Please!" he begged, "Please let me go, I'll give you whatever you want!"

She snorted in amusement.

"Says the man who was about to take an innocents life, Ha!" she said, "What were you going to do to her, huh? Were you going to play with the girl? Well?"

"I swear I wasn't going to do anything!" he yelped, "Just let me go, please!"

"That's just pathetic," she tightened her grip on him, "You were about to kill someone, but when you're put in their situation? Fat chance you've got."

She could smell the fear leaking out of him and decided to be somewhat merciful by immediately biting down on his throat. The flow of warm blood greeted her mouth and she took it in bountiful gulps, ignoring the bitter aftertaste of the drugs he had obviously taken.

Just as she was taking her last 'sip' of blood gun shots rang out. She felt the bullets hit her multiples times, trying to penetrate her skin, but nothing happened. Just as the last few shots were fired she turned around to see her 'attackers'. She smiled coyly when their heart-beats picked up as her contacts disintegrated to show her red eyes. She began to walk forward but was stopped by a brown-haired man in a long military coat holding a gun directly in-between her eyes.

"What are you?" he asked.

"Something, Jack – but not an alien." She replied coolly, as if they were talking over a cup of tea.

The man in question looked alarmed, but was too shocked to speak and began to lower his gun. His team members were, however, more alarmed than ever and raised their guns.

"Calm down Torchwood, I only eat bad people," she smiled brazenly, "Well, drink from at least. I will not harm you, or your little aliens, I can smell their disgusting odour on you so neither appeal to me. Criminals are what I crave nowadays."

"But what are you?" Jack asked, lost.

"Let's go back to your hub, it would be safer to..." she hesitated, "Discuss this," she paused again, "Delicate situation." She gestured around her, the Torchwood team just nodded in response.

"What's your name then?" a smaller, but still somewhat burly man asked.

"It's Isabella Swan, and you are Owen Harper, the medical officer and a field agent for this team," she smiled, "Hello, Torchwood."

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