Not what you expected

Not what you expected

Summary: Takes place mid new moon. Edward has left Bella and things have gone horribly wrong. The pack is gone and now Bella is something besides human. Not quite vampire and not quite werewolf. What happens when she is confronted by the Cullen's once again, but this time it is she who will save them.

Preface:

(BPOV)

I clicked the end button on my cell phone, hanging up on my boss. I had been with the PBI for four years now and I was finally going to face my fears. I opened the door to my rusty red truck. It wasn't the same one I had in Forks years ago, but it reminded me of it. Plus it went over the sixty mile mark.

I had been hunting down a coven of fairies, members of the dark court. They had broken off from the required hierarchy and were now tracking down immortals and other supernatural creatures to kill. They were currently in the state of Oregon, making their way to Canada. My boss, Ivan who was in fact a shape shifter, had called me and alerted me to their next possible targets, the Cullen's.

Ignorant to my past relationship with the coven of vampires he had ordered me and my partner Alex out to their home, near the Washington state boarder. I started the engine of my truck, Alex in the seat next to me. He was tall, with jet black hair and piercing red eyes. Normally I would be scared Shitless of a vamp with red eyes, but in his case it was fine. The organization had created a blood plant which produced synth blood. A vampire could live off of this clone blood and never had to hunt. Of course it wasn't as delicious as real blood but it quenched the thirst.

I let out a sigh as the road disappeared behind us. It had been nearly thirty years since I had last seen the Cullen's. Thirty years since Edward had left me in the forest, telling me he didn't love me. Thirty years since my best friend, Jacob Back and the other pack members were killed. Thirty years since I became what I was today. I was no longer human, no matter how much my appearance might say different. So far as we knew, I was the only one of our kind. Not vampire. Not werewolf. But a mixture of both. I was a hybrid, a dihampier.

I was the creation when werewolf blood and vampire venom mixed in a changing body, I had three separate forms. The main one I used was mostly human. I had a heart beat, normal brown eyes, long flowing brown hair, and I could blush, cry, eat, and sleep. But even so I always had heightened senses, reflexes, and only required up to three hours of sleep a night. I could go longer without sleeping but then I required more food. Either normal, or blood.

My other form was one of a vampiric nature. I wouldn't put myself in that category, but I did have the basics. When I shifted form, my heart beat would stop, my eyes would turn black as night. My skin would pale and I would grow fangs.

And lastly I could take form of a werewolf. I had only shifted once, and that was during a life and death experience with some zombies. Luckily I was able to rip them to shreds and save myself. But since then the best I could do was increase my heart rate, my body temp would rise, and I would have fits of rage that would make a daemon run back to hell.

Of course being me, that wasn't all. In all forms I had super speed, strength, healing, hearing, scenting, and all other aspects. As well as vampiric powers. When I was human my mind was closed off to all intrusions. Now it had been intensified. No vampire power worked on me unless I willed it to. I had complete and utter control over anyone's, or anything's, mind. I could read their thoughts, and communicate telepathically with them as well. I could alter their senses, make them hear things, smell things, make them see things, make them not see what was right in front of them, control the usage of their power, and anything else there was to do with the mind.

A tapping on my shoulder brought me out of my thoughts. I turned to look at Alex who was pointing at the upcoming turn off. He had been my partner for the better part of three years. We had become good friends over that period. He found out about my past, and I learned that he was a pervert that would come on to anything with legs. He had continuously hit on me and our female clients, but I had learned to shrug it off. Complaining only made him grin and do it more often.

As far as we knew he had no special talent. But maybe his enhanced sexual drive was his power. Maybe not.

I drove up the gravel driveway which lead up to a four story mansion. I was similar to the one in forks, with a wrap around deck and white wood siding. I picked out Emmett's jeep, Rosalie's BMW, Carlisle Mercedes, and Edwards Volvo. I felt a pang of pain run through me but I quickly pushed it aside. I had learned control over my emotions over the past three decades and was quite good at repressing them.

When I had first changed, I had wanted to hate the Cullen's. I wanted to blame them for all my problems, and me turning into a freak. But after a while, I realized that it wasn't their fault. Edward had never loved me, which meant that his family was no longer responsible to what happened to me. I was a weak human. Un-important, and disposable. I couldn't blame them for leaving.

I took a breath and let out a sigh before turning off the car and stepping out. Alex gave me a sympathetic glance as he started to unload the bags from the cab of the truck. He passed three of them to me while he took the other two. Together we turned and walked up the front steeps, and towards my past.