AN:Hey guys, new story and I'm kinda excited...maybe more than a little excited. But looking foward to your thoughts and feedback. Anything is muchly appreciated! This is just a short one to kick it off but I do have an idea of where this is going, so without further ado...

Prologue:

It was a cliché straight out of a bad horror movie. The dead of night, only the moon provided light so that she could peer through shrouded mist in the heavily wooded field. A twig snapped and she whipped her head toward the sound, crouching in a defensive stance and pulling out her weapons. A demonic figure stood before her, its grotesque stump of a head lolling around like a bobble head figurine. It let out a guttural snarl before clumsily making its way towards her. It launched a flailing arm towards her and extended long gnarled claws with what looked like venom on the tips. "Looks like they're learning." she muttered, ducking under the arm and delivering a swift kick into the creature's stomach. It wheezed, bent over and dry heaving from the sheer power of her kick.
"Had enough yet?" There were no traces of cockiness in her voice but the demon could tell she was smirking. It spun around to try and catch her off guard but she was gone. Circling the field, the creature cast a wary gaze across the shadows in the trees. He was scared. He knew he had failed his mission. And now he was going to die.

There was no noise, no warning. She leapt off the branch and planted a solid heel into the base of his spine. With a sickening crunch, the creature howled in pain and collapsed in a crumpled heap. No theatrics, simply enough to get the job done. Standing over the crouched figure with rain drops falling from her slicked black spikes, her eyes took in its appearance. It may have seemed human once, or at least pretended to seem human but this creature was what Hollywood had based movie characters on. Granted they got pretty much all the qualities of the creatures wrong, she could still see a basic resemblance. Although perhaps not now since she had broken his spine and there were various bones jutting out in different directions.

"What are you waiting for?" it hissed, "Just be done with it already!" She tossed back her head, a humorless laugh tore from her lips and her gaze narrowed on the cowed creature before her. Cold, calculating and cruel. Just like the metallic weapon resting in her hands. She cocked the gun and without any hesitation, raised her hand up and fired her pistol. The demon jerked its head slightly as the life slowly seeped out of its pitch black eyes. Empty silence and a god awful stench permeated the air, the hunter stepping away with a grimace.

She flipped open her phone, "Carlisle…yeah it's me, I've done it." Her voice was void of emotion and she hung up before he could reply. She cast a final look over the once fearsome creature before hauling the carcass into a nearby stream. She stood by the stream for a moment longer and bowed her head as if silently praying. Without a word, she turned away to start the long trek back into town.

Carlisle hung up and placed the phone back on the desk. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he leant back into the worn leather chair and ran a hand through his silky blonde locks. There was a soft knock at the door and a woman made her way into the vast open study. She took a seat at the large oaken desk and patiently waited for him to speak. Red tresses framed her delicate features and tumbled down her slim shoulders, she carried herself with an easy grace but she too had the same weary look as blonde man sitting opposite her.

It was evident that the man wasn't about to speak anytime soon so the woman broke the silence, "I'm worried about her Carlisle…" Her voice trailed off, words hanging in the air between them. Finally he spoke,"I am too Esme, it's just…she's so broken and I don't know how to help her." Carlisle rubbed his temples looking defeated, the many lines and creases adorning his features made him look years older than he was. Esme stood up and massaged his shoulders, kneading her hands through the tense knots. "It's okay," she soothed "we'll be here for her, that's all we can do." An air of natural intimacy fell over them and they remained in their respective positions until the last few hours of sunlight had disappeared.

Yay or Nay? reviews are welcome!