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Angel of Death

My knee hurt. I sat on the ground and cried while I held it close to my chest and watched the blood flow around the gravel embedded there. The sight made me sick and I started to cry louder.

Strong arms picked me up and pulled me close. A mustache tickled my forehead as firm lips kissed me.

"It's okay Bella. We'll get that cleaned up and put a princess band aide on it." The man said.

He made me feel safe and loved and my tears slowed down.

"Can I have Ariel, daddy?" I asked. She was my favorite princess.

"Sure baby." He said as he carried me into the house. Just as I was about to look at his face I heard a loud ringing. I tried to ignore it and see the man who made me feel so safe…so loved…

It was no use I was awake and couldn't recapture the dream. I sat up in my bunk and rubbed my eyes. My shoulders were still stiff from my last job, but at least I wasn't in the infirmary. I looked over at Anne's vacant bed at these thoughts.

I put my feet over the edge of the bed, welcoming the cold floor. I loved and hated those dreams. They were nice while I was in them but it was lies all of it. I was born like all the others from sperm donors and surrogate mothers. We belonged to the group. We were created for one thing only. We had no parents, there was no daddy. I almost preferred the nightmares of my time in zone D.

I shook my head and headed to the showers. There were three others waking up with me. I knew them but there was no small talk, no jokes between us. You learned fast not to make friends. Our life expectancy was short and it hurt too bad to lose people you were on a friendly basis with.

I finished my shower and headed for the sinks. Michael and Kayla were there, they stole a kiss before they realized I had entered the room. I shook my head. They would be found out and eliminated but I wasn't going to be the one who told on them.

Michael's ability to scramble electronics probably made them braver than they should be but I knew they would be found out eventually. They were hardly being careful…still how many teenagers were careful when it came to their hormones.

I closed my eyes for a minute and allowed myself to think of what it would be like to be a normal teenager, crushing on a boy. I only allowed myself a minute. It was a fantasy, like my dream. I had no father and I would have no lover. My life had one purpose only.

I walked toward the gym for my morning workout. I would grab my next assignment after breakfast. There was no one there to spar with so I took my aggression out on a punching bag before making my way to the tread mill. I turned it up to level 9 I wasn't the fastest of us but I wasn't the slowest either.

We didn't have super strength but we did have super speed. We needed it. None of us would survive our first kill without it. It was rumored that it had been Rondell's skill and the group had somehow found a way to transfer it.

Rondell was the first one of us. Picked because of his speed. They experimented on him till they were able to alter his blood and perfect his capabilities. Some say he's still alive that he found a way to get rid of the device and is living in hiding somewhere up north. Others say he was killed by one of his targets. They say he lived to be forty, others say he is now one hundred. The stories around him are endless.

I don't know. I personally think it's a story made up to give us hope. Make us think that perhaps we can live past twenty four (Mario is the oldest of us and he is twenty four). Make us think there is a way to get rid of the device.

I fingered behind my ear. You couldn't really feel the device from the outside but I knew exactly where it was. I felt the pain the first time I disobeyed an order and the only time I tried to run away. That was enough for me. It was worse than my time in Zone D where they had altered my DNA. I shuddered and shoved those memories far down.

I sat down at a table by myself, I noticed the others sat far away from each other too. Isolation was encouraged and it wasn't hard to follow. When I was on break between jobs it wasn't unusual for me not to speak for days.

I ate with disinterest then made my way to Serena's office. She was our new head. She smiled at me when I entered but I didn't bother smiling back. It didn't really matter what she thought of me or I thought of her. At best I had four more years of life and all of them would be spent hunting.

I had one purpose, I was good at it. I was called the Angel of Death. I had heard members call me that with awe when I walked by. I didn't really see it. I hardly looked like an angel. I had killed a lot in my short time. More than any of the others. I just hoped that I made a difference. That I let one teenager live to have that crush on that boy. One little girl's daddy live to give her a princess band aide. I may never see the people I saved but I knew I saved countless lives.

Serena threw a packet on the desk. I didn't bother sitting but I did open the folder. Inside I saw three pictures. All three were devastatingly beautiful. An African American man with long dread locks and a perfect face, a scruffy blonde man who had his hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a gorgeous redhead…her hair looked like a flame and I unconsciously ran my finger along the picture.

"The coven is heading northwest, we believe they are heading to Seattle but they may stay in small communities that abound in that area." Serena told me.

I looked up sharply. "Are they heading to Forks?" I asked a little excitement running through me at the thought of it.

Jasper Whitlock, part of the Cullen Coven was in Forks. It was reported that he was now a 'vegetarian', but I doubted it. Even if he was he was responsible for hundreds of deaths and deserved to be put down.

All of the Cullens did. It didn't matter that three of their coven had never tasted human blood. They were monsters, soulless creatures who would eventually kill. Just for harboring the 'God of War' they deserved to die.

How many countless did he torture, turn and kill? I clenched my fists at the thought of it. To me he was worse than most of the monsters that just fed on humans. He turned them, damned them to being just like him. Well maybe not as bad as him, few were that depraved. The moment I had read about him I had wanted to kill him, begged my handlers to let me be assigned his death.

"You are to stay away from the Cullens, Izzy." She said in a firm tone. I kept my face blank and nodded. I knew I was being monitored and did not want the pain. I also knew they would take me off this case if they thought I would go after Jasper. I wanted this opportunity. It would be worth the pain to end the existence of that monster.

Serena was droning on about the case and I only listened to her a little as I thought over what I knew about the Cullens. The leader, Carlisle was a doctor. How he did that I couldn't even guess. Still we were told he never tasted human blood. That didn't matter to me he needed to die. He changed four humans that I knew about. Edward, Esme, Rosalie and Emmett. Three of them had killed and Carlisle was ultimately responsible for those deaths. Carlisle to me was twice as guilty as the rest.

Rosalie Hale…I was conflicted about her. From what I have read on her she was near death, after being brutally raped by her fiancé when Carlisle changed her. I felt sorry for her and even though I know she killed those that had perpetrated that crime on her I couldn't hold it against her. They had deserved death and she didn't drink their blood…at least that's what the reports said. Still she did kill humans...and in spite of my sympathy for what happened to her as a human she was no longer one. She was a monster now, like the others.

Mary Alice Brandon…now Alice Cullen. She was another I was unsure about. Reports said she never killed anyone. Still both women were part of a coven that harbored the biggest murderer outside the Volturi…and they weren't really human anymore. Sooner or later they would crack and kill. It was my job to stop that from happening, to save that human life. Bottom line they were vampires and needed to die. It was my job, my purpose, what I was created for.

"You will get standard issue equipment and here is your allowance. You have a week to accomplish this task." Serena was finishing up.

I took the envelope she handed me and picked up the file.

"If you do a good job on this one Dr Miller was talking about letting you be assigned to Demetri Volturi." Serena told me with a smile. I didn't smile back but that did make me a little happy.

My gift was an ability to shield myself. Vampire gifts didn't work on me so I was often sent after gifted vampires. It's why I wanted to be assigned to Jasper Whitlock. He had killed five of our group that were sent after him. I wouldn't be so easy for him to kill. I had already killed Jane Volturi, one of the most feared vampires in the world. Demetri would be easy and I wasn't as excited as Serena thought I should be.

I turned to walk out the door when Serena called out to me.

"Izzy…" She stopped and I didn't turn around. My name is Isabella but everyone here calls me Izzy. I prefer Bella…the dad in my dreams calls me Bella…but I just can't let these people call me that. It's too personal, I can't let them that close. Not even Serena though she tries hard to befriend me.

"Be careful." She whispered.

I didn't answer as I headed out the door. I made my way through the complex, packing some clothes and picking up everything I would need before heading to the car depot. I was issued an old charger. It wasn't pretty but it ran and we didn't really need flashy for our line of work.

I smiled softly as I drove down the highway. At least now I could drive. My first assignments were when I was fourteen and unable too. I remember being driven by older members or riding the bus. I actually laughed now at the thought of it.

It didn't matter how I arrived to my assignments it just mattered that I get close enough for the vampires to smell me. I bent my finger and cut it on one of the sharp pins hidden in my fingerless gloves. A drop of blood welled up and inched its way down my finger.

I watched it in fascination. When I had first started my training the sight of blood made me sick, one time I even passed out. I got over that quickly though.

Blood was our greatest weapon. Our blood was like catnip to a vampire. One sniff and they went crazy. Of course our blood is lethal to them too. If it touched their bare skin within five minutes they would die, if they ingested it they would die instantly.

I smirked for a minute before taking my finger in my mouth and licking off the blood. Tomorrow I would catch up with my prey. I could feel it in my bones. I would kill the coven and then…then I might take a little detour to visit the Cullens. I smiled and turned up the music till I felt the bass pound through my chest…

Author's note: Well I really don't like writing more than one story at a time and my life is really busy but this idea grabbed me and I liked it so much that I had to write it for fear of losing it if I didn't. As you can tell this is an AU I am trying something new writing in first person. Please tell me if I am doing okay..if it makes the story better or harder to follow etc. This chapter is Bella. Next chapter will be Jasper then back to Bella and so on. You will learn more about Bella's abilities, how she kills vampires, the group, the past and so on as the story progresses I hope you like it and I'm not biting off more than I can chew.