Demetri prided himself on his knife-fighting. Knives, broken bottles, anything with a sharp edge, and he could do some serious damage. The short Italian was a ninja, with a black belt in most forms of martial arts, and pure black clothes. The short brown-haired man was basically the opposite of his partner.

Felix liked guns. Pistols, shotguns, if there was a trigger, you were doomed. He was a street fighter, no real training needed because he had been fighting all of his life. With a tall stature and raven black hair to match his clothes, Demetri's partner was a frightening sight.

They were hit-men for the Volturi family, partners in crime, best friends. Of course, there were others, like Santiago and Heidi, but none were as good as Felix and Demetri. Once they were on a mission, they couldn't be stopped.

And now their mission was taking out 'Alistair'.

"He owes us...how much, Demetri?" asked Felix as the two walked casually down a dark back street along the river.

"Too much," said Demetri, in his nice, British-sounding voice. "Aro said around a million, I think."

Felix's eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

"No. But he hasn't been paying for something so it really doesn't matter," said Demetri, pulling his switchblade from his pocket.

Felix snickered a bit. He had to admit that Demetri was pretty scary sometimes, but he was a fucking ninja, so he wasn't going to say anything. He was checking his gun when Demetri came to a full-out stop.

"Why're we stopping?" he asked, pistol leaping out of his pocket.

"Sh," hissed Demetri, frowning.

Demetri listened intently before grabbing Felix's gun arm and pointing it at a window above.

"He lives there. He noticed us and will be coming into the lobby soon. Come on."

The two hit-men made their way into the apartment lobby, Felix standing near the doorway as Demetri crouched down in the shadows near an empty reception desk. The two waited for less than a minute when a disheveled man came running down the stairs.

"Hi," greeted Felix pleasantly, beckoning the older man over.

"Who are you?" questioned Alistair, eyes darting around as he took a few steps towards the young giant.

"I'm Felix," he said with a grin as Demetri crept out from the shadows and stood up when he was only half a step behind his target.

"And I'm Demetri," the short man said with a pleasant sort of ring, like he was addressing a child.

Alistair jumped, spinning to face the newcomer. Demetri gave a slight grin.

"Alright, Alistair, three options for you," Demetri said, keeping his pleasant tone. "Money," he stuck out his pinky finger, "gun," ring finger and a nod at Felix, "or knife."

Felix's smile grew as he tilted his head and showed off his pistol. Demetri did the same with his knife.

"G'head and choose," said Felix.

"I-I don't have your money, but I can-"

Demetri lunged forward, driving his knife through Alistair's stomach. "Wrong answer. Felix?"

Once Alistair was on the ground, Felix yawned and shot at his limp body.

"Go throw him in the river," commanded Demetri. "I'm going to get into his safe."

Felix nodded, picking the dead body up as Demetri started for the stairs. "See you in a minute."

In a minute and a half, Felix was back at Demetri's side, up in Alistair's apartment.

"That took you long enough," said Demetri, shooting Felix a grin as he flipped open a metal box he found on a desk.

Scrunching his nose, he pulled a key attached to a rabbit's foot from the box. "Ghastly."

Felix absently knocked a painting from the wall, revealing a metal safe underneath. "Found it! Needs a key, though."

Demetri picked his way over, tossing the key at Felix. The safe was quickly opened to reveal lots of money, and even more sparkly jewelry.

"Mi piace," said Demetri, smirking.

"So shiny," said Felix.

"Get a bag."

In hardly any time, a duffel bag was filled with the money, jewels, and some other things.

"What's with the stuff we'd only get ten bucks out of?"

"We're making it look like he left, not like we killed him."

"I like having a smart friend."

"I know," replied Demetri, smirking and patting Felix's face. "Now let's go."

-HM-

"Well done, boys. Well done, indeed." Aro beamed at his best hit men. They really did so well.

"Now, then, time to bring in Sam Uley."

Just a test run for a new AU sort of thing. Like it? Love it? Want some more of it? Reviews make the inspiration grow stronger, dearies! By the way, 'Mi piace' is basically 'Me Gusta' in Italian.