A baby blue sports car pulls up to a crumbling motel. The car and the women inside looked as in place at the motel as red wine on a white shirt.

Stepping out of the car is a woman of average height but her black ankle boots gave her extra height and highlighted her jean covered legs. Her brown hair fell on her robust bosom covered in a white blouse that showed clearly the red lingerie under it. A black leather jacket seals the look. She closes the car door with a small backpack in hand. Opening the back door she grabs a small bag that contains her clothes.

The clerk when checking her in can't help but take in her beauty. He thinks of his wife up stairs and sighs. Why did he settle? Why didn't he move out of this wretched down after high school? Handing her her keys he tells her to have a good time. Watching her go up the stairs he sighs and returns to his paper.

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Opening the door I step into the room I'll be staying in for quite a while. Looking around I make a mental note to grab some cleaning supplies when I go out for some clothes.

Are you there?

I smile and throw my stuff on the bed and respond to Damon.

Yes. It's just as shitty as the pictures online. I'm going out tonight. Wish me luck.

I hit send and throw my phone on my bed. Damon usually goes on these escapades but he recently got a tip about his brother, he is said to be in Storybrooke, and besides it's the Cullens. Something I need to handle alone.

Turning to look at the window. I test the locks making sure they can be opened. They can. "Okay all set." Running a hand through my hair I take a deep breath. "Here I come Edward." Grabbing my backpack and phone I head out the door. Pulling it shut I notice the commotion in the room next to mine. The voices are indistinct. For a moment I think I hear Sam but I shake my head. I have a mission.

The Cullens according to my source live on the outskirts of town. The closest thing to them is an old country bar. In my car I decide to stop there first. If I'm going to do this I need a buzz first.

Pulling up to the bar I park in the grass. There are people out in the yard. Men with cowboy hats. Girls with tight jeans.

Looking slightly out of place with my leather jacket and ankle boots I raise my head walking through the crowd to the entrance. Not as naive as I used to be, I feel some of the men's gazes on my ass. Separating my hair so that it lays over my shoulders I turn to a crowd of what appears to be a high school football team. They are leaning against their trucks.

I bite my bottom lip, "you know boys," I take a step closer to the leader of the group, "if you can handle me," stepping between his legs I lift a finger to his chin pulling his gaze away from my cleavage, "you can have me." Pulling my knee up I snag his jeans; centimeters away from his crotch. His breath hitches at my threat. His friends chuckle around him. Tapping two fingers on his cheek I narrow my eyes on him, "next time keep your eyes up."

"Dean, why are we here?" I asked my brother who just pulled up to a bar that looks straight out of Texas. Dean turns to me, "Dad is fine. You are beating yourself up. What you need is a drink," opting his door he steps out onto the grass, "and maybe a girl." Grumbling I get out.

Walking in we pass a blue sports car that Dean stops and whistles at. "Now that doesn't look like a cowgirl's ride." Smacking me on the shoulder he shouts, "dibs".

The music blaring. Girls and guys slamming their boot covered feet into the hard floor dance to country music. "Woo Hoo!" Dean shouts. My eyes search out a place to sit when they suddenly hit rewind when I spot curly brown hair, but I shake my head when the girl turns around. "I'm going to find a seat!" I shouts over the music. Dean, already forgetting the reason for our outing, claps his brother once more on the shoulder all the while his eyes locked on a tall blond.

In the women's bathroom stood the brown headed, baby blue car girl herself. Rummaging through her bag she checks to make sure she has all of her things. "Potions, check. Lighter, check. Journal, check." Looking in the mirror she can't help but look back. After the brothers left she transformed. She became stronger. She grew into herself. She loved her family and she loved her now open life choices. As soon as her graduation came she kissed her father and mother goodbye and set out looking for the impossible. She kept a journal of every species she came into contact with.

She had one journal filled with everything about the cold one race. Everything from The Volturi to cold ones being able to impregnate human females. In others she had spells gifted to her by witches, notes on werewolves, and a growing collection on other species.

In one year she had managed to uncover secrets that put her life forever in danger and find those who caused her pain. "I'm ready," she tells herself. Grabbing her bag she walks to the bar. Pulling out the stool she tells the bartender what she wants when she hears a familiar voice. "Bella?" Sammy asks from across the bar.

Eyes wide a smile breaks across her face. Both of them leave their stools and enter each other's embrace. "Sam!" She shouts in joy. Looking at the man before her she moves her hands from his shoulders to his chest. "Damn," she whispers. The music now blaring Footloose keeps the man from hearing. "How have you been?" He shouts giving her a once over. His gaze follows her curves but in a respectful yet sultry way. "Great! And you?" She shouts back. Looking around she seeks his other half. "Where's your brother?" He nods over to the dance floor. "Of course," she says, spotting Dean with a blond.

"Ma'am," the bartender reaches over the counter with her drink. She grabs the drink and downs it with one gulp. "Let's dance!"