AN at the bottom.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does. I just play around with her characters. No copyright infringement intended. I also don't own Tomb Raider.
Important note: Tomb Raideris an adopted rewrite to the story Bella Swan: Tomb Raider. Next Generation.The original writer of this story encountered a lot of drama in the fandom and quit FF, leaving her stories abandoned. After I found it and expressed interest in it, she was gracious enough to let me adopt it and gave me the chance to rewrite it and give my own twists to the story. I thank her for this opportunity. All credit for the story idea goes to her.
The clickity-clack of high heels on stone floors resonated throughout the impressive entry hall of the building. The receptionist smiled at the woman approaching her in a polite way, but on the inside she couldn't help but feel intimidated.
The woman looked immaculately perfect. Her long brown hair was braided down her back in a neat French braid. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of Ray-Ban's. Her body was clad in a loose-fitting blouse, with just a hint of cleavage, and tucked into a stunning, expensive looking pencil skirt that fell just on top of the knees. And on her feet, high heeled black pumps. The receptionist instantly felt fat, ugly and little.
In the woman's hand was a generic silver suitcase.
"Can I help you?" the receptionist asked a little shakily.
The woman smiled at her and took off her sunglasses, revealing sparkling brown eyes. "Could you tell Dr. Harrold that Lady Isabella Swan is here?"
"O-of course," the receptionist stammered, picking up the phone and calling to the penthouse office.
A few seconds later, she directed Lady Swan through to the elevators. Lady Swan smiled at her, put her glasses back on and the clickity-clack of her heels resumed along the hall. She stepped into the elevator and shot the receptionist one last small smile before the doors slid closed.
Just as the cart started moving up, four heavily armed men stepped into the entry hall of the building. The receptionist gasped, reaching for the emergency button under her desk but found herself staring up the barrel of a gun.
"Please don't hurt me," she begged.
"Don't talk," the leader of the group ordered. "Get on the floor and don't move."
He turned to one of his men and ordered him to stay with her, to make sure she wouldn't set off any alarms.
The three remaining men sprinted towards the door that led towards the stairs. At the same time, Lady Swan, in the elevator, took out her phone and dialled her companions, who were waiting for her outside in the car.
"And?" she asked. On the other side of the line, Jasper Hale answered.
"Four of them, armed."
"Thank you, Jasper," she replied, hanging up and putting the briefcase down on the ground. Inside the briefcase were papers for Dr. Harrold but most importantly, her two beloved Colt handguns. She took them out, loaded them and took the safety off.
Standing up, she pushed the button for the next floor and kicked the briefcase into the corner of the elevator. Waiting for the cart to stop moving and the doors to slide open, she let the adrenaline of the upcoming fight flood her body.
Fighting came with her lifestyle as a tomb raider. She found the most obscure mythical and historical places. Treasures too vast to comprehend. Too valuable for any criminal organisation to ignore.
A few days ago she had returned from Egypt. There she had found the site where Alexander the Great declared himself the Never-dying Pharao of Egypt, Amun's son, a deity. This find was so great that museums and scholars all over the world were in a frenzy to get their hands on the location.
Lady Swan and her team were the only ones that actually had the location. She was here to meet with one of Britain's leading Egyptologists. She had expected trouble and the organisation that had been following her ever since she returned, did not disappoint.
The doors slid open and she casually walked out towards the door of the stairwell. Putting her ear against the door, she heard the heavy boots of the men coming up the concrete steps. She smirked briefly and threw open the door, aiming her guns at the first of the men and opening fire.
Within the first second, he fell backwards. The force of the bullets hitting his Kevlar covered chest overpowered him and he took one of his companions down in his fall. As they tumbled down the stairs, limbs tangled together and foul words spilling from their lips, the leader of the team opened fire on Lady Swan. She ducked away, narrowly missing the flying bullets.
She came back up, firing off two rounds but the leader was fast and he fell flat on his stomach, onto the steps. The two bullets hit the wall right where his head was supposed to be.
"Is this any way to treat a lady?" Lady Swan cooed, firing off another shot. This time she hit the barrel of the leader's exposed rifle. It skidded away from him, down the stairs. With a grunt, he got up, glowering at his much smaller enemy.
She smiled at him, rotating her guns in her hands and she tossed them down. They hit the floor with sharp clatters. She kicked off her high heels and held up her fists in a fighting position.
"If you're going to fight me," she said with a grin. "At least fight like a man."
The leader launched himself forward, making a grab for her arm. She took advantage of the fact that he was leaning towards her and quickly jabbed her elbow in his ribcage. As he grunted, she grabbed his arm and twisted him around. Pushing him against the wall, she brought her knee forcefully to his knees, making him buckle. However, he recovered quickly and thrust his head back. The back of his head hit her in the face and she stumbled backwards.
She felt a large arm encircle her neck from behind. One of the men who had fallen down the stairs had recovered and had her in a choke hold. She groaned, unable to take a breath of air and brought her hands up to his face. With her thumbs, she quickly sought out his eyes and pushed them in. The man shrieked in pain, loosening his hold on her, and she was able to struggle free. She turned on him, kneeing him roughly between the legs. During his fall forward, she took advantage of his position and punched him in the face in an upward move. This made him fall backwards and, with a round kick to his chest, she kicked him back down the stairs.
As she turned back to the leader of the men, she felt the cold metal of one of her own guns against her temple. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked past the silver weapon and at the man.
"That's just plain rude," she taunted. The leader grabbed her long braid and pulled her towards him. He turned her body away from him and roughly pushed her against the wall.
"It's over, Swan," he panted, pulling her head back marginally and banging her cheekbone into the concrete wall. She grunted in pain. "Give me the briefcase."
"What briefcase?" she said with a breathless chuckle. "Look around you, do you seea briefcase?"
He pushed her face against the wall again, making her hiss.
"Quit joking around, bitch. Where is it?"
She smirked when she saw a tall, blonde man coming up in her peripheral vision. He oozed calm as he sneaked up behind the leader and placed the barrel of his shotgun to the back of his head.
"On your knees," Jasper said calmly, almost as though it was a suggestion instead a demand.
The leader cussed, realizing his defeat. With a grunt, he let go of her and sank down on his knees. Glaring up at her, he revealed himself to be a very poor loser.
"Where's Rose?" she asked Jasper. Rose was Lady Swan's other teammate and Jasper's twin.
"Handling the fourth dickwad downstairs," he answered with a grin.
"Lady Swan," the leader called out from his kneeling position. "This isn't over."
She chuckled, leaning forward to snatch up her guns from the floor. "Tell your boss..." she whispered in his ear, "...to bring it on."
With that said, she hit him in the temple with the back of her gun, knocking him unconscious.
Jasper laughed at her and handed over her shoes. She slipped them on and straightened her clothes and hair. Jasper stepped over the man's limp body and held the door open for her. They stepped through it and walked over to the elevators.
Lady Swan stepped into the elevator that still held the briefcase, just as Jasper stepped into a different elevator to go back downstairs. She picked back up the briefcase and resumed her way upstairs to Dr. Harrold's office.
She had business to attend to.
AN. Thanks for reading. This is my very first story so please don't be too harsh. Lol. This prologue was very short, the other chapters will be much longer.
Special thanks to Smmiskimen for betaing this story. She's amazing. Check out her profile and her work.
Also special thanks to the ladies at An Alternative Universe of Fanfiction Recommendations over at Facebook for their support. Without them, I probably wouldn't have the courage to adopt this story.
See ya!