A young woman walks into an old, abandoned building. Even as she enters a chunk of brick falls, barely missing her head. She wears all black. Combat boots cover her feet, joined by black leather pants. Her wife beater fits her toned form, revealing tattoos of wings on the back of her neck. Over everything else she had a long trench coat. Her skin, eyes and hair were all dark. Her skin was like that of a Native, while her eyes and short hair were black as a moonless night. She had a piercing in each industrial that looked like thick, black toothpicks. Spikes would be more accurate. More piercings shined in the moonlight. One in each eyebrow and a smaller one on the right side of her nose. Despite the lack of lighting of any kind she never tripped on any of the piles or boxes littering the floor.

A rustling of feathers was heard, though it didn't faze her in any way. She proceeded to the top floor, stopping in the middle of the floor. All the walls here caved in, leaving only the beams and support boards. The woman inhaled slowly and deeply through her nose. This was exhaled in an amused sigh.

"Thirty two men. Is that what you think will work? Is that the best you can do?" Her voice was deep, almost like that of a man. Her leg muscles tensed, ready for an attack.

Suddenly three men with pale white skin and blazing red eyes jumped out, blurring toward her. She grabbed the arm of one of them, throwing him into the other two and sending all of them through one of the beams. She turned, crouching slightly with her fangs bared. Red swirled into her eyes, mixing with the black like chocolate (a/n: that was the best way to describe it. Well, the best way I could think of.)

"Bring it on," she growled. More men ran at her and she reached into her coat. When she pulled her hand out she had a throwing star between each pair of fingers. She let them loose and they exploded upon contact with one of the men. Purple flames began to roar. Seven men dived at her and two at each side above them. The woman jumped over the seven men, thrusting her arms out. Large, black feathered wings sprung out from her coat as the two men burst into flames.

-pause the scene for a moment-

This is… me. Before you ask, the wings are real. Why do I have wings? Pssh! Why else? I'm an Angel. Or… rather a Fallen Angel. Hence, why my wings are black, not white. Why am I Fallen? That's something I don't feel the need to tell you.

-resume scene-

The woman lets out a loud growl, throwing knifes and ducking under attacks.

I hunt Vampires. Yeah, they exist.

She slips on gold knuckles, punching a man in the jaw. His face catches fire.

The only way to kill the bastards is with fire. Hence, the exploding weapons that are all rigged with fire power.

With all the men down and dead the woman stands breathing heavily. She folds her wings to her back and jumps through a hole in the ceiling and onto the roof.

Over time, I've become a powerful and deadly hunter. I've trained both my mind and body. The will to kill… the skill involved… and the speed… it's become easy.

She inhales gently, looking at the moon before extending her wings. Each wing measured nearly twenty feet in length.

I only kill the killers. The red-eyes. I hear of these vegetarians… golden-eyes. When I see them I leave them be. Or, I plan to. I have yet to meet one. I hear of a large clan of them in Forks. I may go there. It would add something interesting to my life.

With one mighty beat of her wings the woman is soaring through the air.

My name is Bella Van Guarde. I'm a Hunter. I'm an Avenger. I'm woman on a mission.

Who the hell am I kidding? I'm just here to kill.