I was watching Public Enemies the other day and thought that this would be an interesting story to write. I have been getting requests to write a Twilight story but I didn't want it to be the same one over and over again. I decided to try something new. So I hope you enjoy this. If you don't, tell me what you don't like.

So, here it is. Hope you enjoy!

I do not own Twilight nor do I own the legacy that is John Dillinger.

Chicago in the middle of winter was a breath-taking sight for anyone who had the pleasure of being able to witness it in the frigid air. There was still a small hustle and bustle going on in the streets with families preparing for the upcoming Christmas season that was fast approaching. Chicago was graced with the first snowfall of the year on November 9, 1955, a little late according to statistics for Illinois but it was snow, none of the less.

I was forever stuck at age 22, having been changed in 1934 and born in 1912. My last name was famous around the United States, perhaps even the world, but more so in Chicago, where I still reside to keep an eye out. With a last name of Dillinger, you are sure to get some looks. My brother was John Dillinger, the infamous bank robber.

My father, John Dillinger Sr. wasn't all that good of a man. While he never raised his hand to me, he verbally and emotionally abused me. So, my brother being who he was took me from my father's house once he escaped from jail the first time. I stayed with my brother and I was well taken care of. I went wherever he was and in my eyes, my brother could do no wrong despite what he was convicted of. My brother never let me be in harm's way if he thought I couldn't handle it, but that doesn't mean that I didn't see and do some terrible things.

I witnessed murders and I was even "a part" of a few of my brother's robberies. I was 21 years old and I wanted to make a statement. I didn't want anyone messing with my family. I stood outside a door and watched for cops, if I did see one, I would have to slam the butt of a gun against the door to alert them. Obviously I made it out safely and I made my brother extremely proud. I remember that memory the most of all my human memories.

I was handed a thick coat and a hat by Baby Face Nelson. I smirked up at him as I pulled it on, pulling my hair up into the hat. My light, grey eyes took in all the men I was surrounded by who were doing the same thing I was doing. Off in the corner I saw my brother loading bullets into guns, handing them out to the guys as they left the building.

"What can I do, Johnny?" I asked, walking over to him.

He looked up, grinning as he took in my appearance. "Seems like I have a bank robber-in-training on my hands huh?" He chuckled, handing me a gun. "Now, you remember how I taught you how to use this? Nothing's changed."

"Do I shoot anyone?"

"Only if you have to, little bird. Aim for the ones with a badge." He grinned, handing me a Colt .380, the gun my brother swore by.

"I just want to help you."

"And you are little bird. Believe me, however; I want you safe. You are my world. I want you to be the first one in the car and I want you to hide in the floor board. Don't lift your head if you hear gunfire. You keep your head down and you don't raise it until I say so, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now, we're gonna go in, grab the money, and get out. You will be standing by the side doors, the police won't come to the front doors, and they'll want the element of surprise. That's where you come in, doll. You see a car with the symbol on the door; you knock as hard as you can against the glass with your gun. If you have too, shoot one of the cops."

We walked out of the building together and towards the cars, my brother keeping me close to him as we approached the waiting men. "You're gonna let your sister get involved in this?"

"That aint none of your business now is it?" He replied, watching Russell Clark.

"She's your little sister, Johnny, how are you bringing her into this?"

Suddenly, I watched as Russell stared down the barrel of another Colt .380. "I aint above murder, you know that." My brother said, glaring at his fellow gang member. "If I were you, I'd shut that trap of yours real fast before I shove something into it." He uncocked the gun, staring at everyone else. "Now I don't want to hear one more god damn word about my sister being here. She's my responsibility and if I think she can handle this, then she can handle this. So shut your mouths and get in the god damn car, now."

I got in the car and sat on my brother's lap the whole way to the bank. The bank of target was the Unity Trust And Savings Bank of Chicago. I kept my head down, not looking out the windows. My brother was fixing my hair in the hat and putting another gun inside the back of my pants, resting it against the small of my back. He kissed my cheek and patted my side once we arrived, telling me to get out of the car. I slipped out, followed by everyone else but the driver. The car pulled away to circle around the block to meet us back here. We walked up casual as possible, letting me slip away down the street to come up to the side entrance.

Then it started. Gunshots were heard inside the bank and the alarm went off. My eyes peeled the streets carefully, watching everyone and anyone who looked this way. I grabbed the gun inside my pocket and watched a car turn a corner and stop in front of the hat store on the other side of the road. I tapped the butt of the gun against the glass without looking behind me into the bank.

"We have company!" John's yelled but I knew he had a grin on his face as he said it.

My palms started to sweat as I watched the cops get out of the car and make their way towards me. I was scared, I didn't want to kill anyone but I knew I had to if it meant keeping my brother safe. I was, however, saved by Russell, who took over my part and shot the cops. I watched them go down, blinking but not feeling guilty. My brother was more important. I felt a hand on my neck, steering me towards the car. The force of the pushing and the wind blowing in the opposite direction, knocked my hat off, making my reddish hair flow down my back. I looked up to see John hiding me behind two people from the bank. I grinned to myself as he pushed me into the car. I crouched down and hid myself between the seats on the floor as gunshots rained above me. I kept my head covered as the doors were thrown open and people got in. Someone's legs were on either side of me as the car was cramped as we went speeding down the street.

It wasn't until about three minutes later when I heard my John's voice to lift my head and climb back up on the seat. I got back into his lap and stretched out my aching muscles. "Did I do alright?"

"You did wonderful, little bird. I'm very proud of you. I think you're old enough to keep coming with us. I gotta have my legacy carry on somewhere." He smiled, kissing my cheek and running his fingers through my hair. I settled back against him, looking out the window with a huge smile on my face.

It wasn't until a little while later that we found out that the press knew who I was now. Wanted posters were now hanging next to my brother and his gang, a bounty put on my head. Nelson came in with a big grin, handing the poster to my brother.

"Seems like they know who she is now, Johnny."

He grabbed the paper from Nelson, unfolding it and chuckling. "At least they got a good picture of her. I'd be insulted if they used a different one."

I peeked over and while my brother and his friends were laughing, my blood went cold. There, in the middle of the paper was a picture of me, my eyes cold and my hair curly and messy. It was a frontal photo and how they got it, I would have never guessed. I was now a wanted criminal at age 21.

WANTED

Colette Evelyn Dillinger

On June, 23, 1933, Homer S. Cummings, Attorney General of the United States, under the authority vested in him by an Act of Congress approved June 5, 1933, offered a reward of

$10,000.00

For the capture of Colette Evelyn Dillinger or a reward of

$5,000.00

For information leading to the arrest of Colette Evelyn Dillinger.

DESCRIPTION:

Age, 21 years; Height, 5 feet 10 inches; Weight, 136 pounds; Build, medium; Hair, medium chestnut; Eyes, grey; Complexion, medium; Marks and scars, a small mole above left eyebrow, a ¼ inch scar under right side of jaw.

All claims to any of the aforesaid rewards and all questions and disputes that may arise as among claimants to the foregoing rewards shall be passed upon by the Attorney General and his decisions shall be first and conclusive. The right is reserved to divide and allocate portions of any said rewards as between several claimants. No part of the aforesaid rewards shall be paid to any official or employee of the Department of Justice.

If you are in possession of any information concerning the whereabouts of Colette Evelyn Dillinger, communicate immediately by telephone or telegraph collect to the nearest office of Divisions of Investigation, United States Department of Justice, the local addresses of which are set forth on the reverse side of this notice

June 23, 1933
John Edgar Hoover, Director,
Division of Investigation
United States Department of Justice
Washington, D.C.

"So…where do we go next?"

"I'm thinkin' Tucson, Arizona. I heard it was nice this time of year." Johnny grinned, winking at all of us. "Let's get this show on the road boys!" As the guys left the room with their bags, Johnny turned to me. "Now you stay close to me while we're down there; you're a wanted criminal now…might as well feel like one." He handed me a chunk of money and I stared at it in my hands. "There will be a lot more where that came from, doll."

We led countless robberies, and as the people started to know who I was and how I was officially part of the 'Dillinger Gang', did Johnny keep an even closer eye on me. I have numerous memories of our robbery days and running from the law, but most of the memories I lost were my childhood days. I couldn't tell you what my mother's name was but I could tell you I was born in Mooresville, Indiana.

"Well, seems like I should call the Bureau of Investigation. I have captured Colette Dillinger." A soft southern accent rang out. "You know, it's dangerous for a lady to be walkin' around so late at night."

I smirked, coming to a stop and slowly turning around. "And you stick out like a sore thumb with that accent Peter."

"I'm not the one with the accent, Colette." He grinned, walking beside me as we continued down the sidewalk. "What are you doing back in Chicago?"

"Just keeping an eye on things," I grinned at him. "Making sure no one dares copies us."

"I think that's safe, Colette." Peter laughed, leading me towards the south end of Chicago. "It may be 2010, but I'd say your legacy is still safe."

"So what are you doing here? Last I heard you were in Idaho."

"Well, I was actually finding you. My gift told me I would have to find you."

"Oh? And what for?"

"Remember Jasper? Well, his sister-in-law just had a baby."

"Rose? Vampires can't ha-"

"I know. It's Bella…Edward's mate. Half-human, half-vampire. They need numbers since The Volturi is comin'."

"Peter, you know The Volturi and I aren't on good terms. Why would I help someone who is no use to me?" I asked, looking at him.

"Come on, this is for Jasper's family. I know he means a lot to you, and he cares for you also. Just help us out."

"Peter…"

"Colette, listen, I know you don't like Alice and you can barely stand the way Edward looks at you, but this is for a little girl…"

"You know I don't give two shits about a child I've never met." I sneered, walking into an alley and sniffing out my new victim.

"Cut the attitude Dillinger, I know you care more about children than you let on. She's innocent and doesn't know how cruel the world is. She needs our help."

"What makes you think we have any chance of winning a battle against the Volturi if I'm there? My gift just gives me numbers above people's heads. A countdown of sorts and it tells me how much longer someone has to live. That's it. It's nothing special. How could I help a family I barely know with a gift like that?"

"We just need your presence there. You also know how to escape in tight situations if a battle does break out. We only have Jasper, Garrett, me and Char with military training…we need someone from the other side."

"The criminal side." I chuckled, watching people pass us and checking their countdowns. "If I agree to this…what do I get out of it?"

"A new life…you get to say you helped us evade the Volturi…"

"Yes, I understand Peter." I watched a man and slowly walked behind him, with Peter following behind me. "Fine, I'll do it. I'll be there in a week."

"Five days."

"Peter…I am not above murdering my own kind." I growled at him, my eyes darting around.

"Four and we call it straight."

"Fine! Fucking four, now can I eat please? I'll be at the Cullen house in four days. They still in Canada?"

"Forks, Washington, you'll smell the scents the moment you walk into the town…follow it west and you'll hit the house."

"I'll be there." I snapped, flipping my hair back and following the man into another alley.

"No robbin' banks on the way there…however, I am not opposed to grand theft auto." He grinned, winking at me.

"Peter, shut the fuck up and get out of here. I'll see you at the Cullen house." I followed my meal towards the back of the alley.

"Oh, and you might as well enjoy that human…no huntin' nothin' in Forks that have two legs."

"Seriously? Damn it." I growled, turning the guy around and devouring his neck.

"Cleanest eater I've ever seen." Peter replied, before running off into the darkness. His laughter echoing off the alley walls as I growled to protect my kill.

"Fuckin' redneck."

After stashing away the body, I headed off towards the west coast. Despite that I wasn't pleased to be roped into a protection detail; I had to admit I was excited to see how this would all work out. The Volturi against the Cullen coven. I laughed my way towards Washington, grinning like an idiot.