Disclaimer: I do not own nor profit from the Stephenie Meyers Stories. No copyright infringements are intended.
Rating: R
BETA: MIST
A/N: Please keep in mind that this story is using the characters of Twilight but they will not always act the way she has them in her story. This story is intended to be darker than my usual story lines. There will be profanity, violence, and sexual encounters. Also keep in mind although this is a Jasper/Bella/Jake storyline, I think we all know how it will surely end. So please do not send any negative comments about the Jasper/Bella scenes. You have been warned. Also I am writing this story how I see the supernatural world would be like, no sparkly vamps in my world.
Chapter One:
The cold wind slap against my frail body as I made my way into the metal and glass covered building. I normally had a little more spirit in my steps, even on frigid mornings such as these but today I was feeling the effects of a night out with friends. Friends, who should have known better than to keep thrusting shot glasses in my hand until late hours in the night. I wanted to die. My whole body was achy. My head was still pounding. My eyes were blood shot. Three hours of sleep was not enough to get me going on a day like this. A day, that I had hoped to speak to my boss about giving me a story line of my own.
After all I worked my ass off on the Oil spill story that made him a success. I wanted to do more with my degree than research and edit someone else's reports. I wanted to scream my head off the other day when our Editor in Chief threw Riley Beirs a big fat compliment, if you knew our Editor you would know he was not the friendliest or most supportive person, about how wonderfully written and reported his latest headline story had been.
I did all the damn work. If Mr. Newton had read the original rough draft that Riley had slap on my desk on his way out to wine and dine his girlfriend, he would have seen a less than stellar story report. But NOOOOO! I had to go out of my way to make it more incredible. More accurate than the other news stations. I had to do my damnedest to look good, which inadvertently made Riley shine, not me! Of course not! Why should this career of mine be any different than my college days or my high school days. Where as usual I was just the damn wall paper keeping the walls looking decent while everyone around me lived our their dreams. Not me. I just work, work, and work some more never taking the time to really have fun.
Still, I needed the paycheck each week. I had bills piling up on my makeshift desk. I knew my Dad would help me or even my mother if I was willing to hear her talk my head off about how much better I could do in Florida than in Washington, but I had my pride to consider. I worked my way through High School to buy my first vehicle, pay for most of my graduation stuff and then I got a partial scholarship at Washington State. I worked as a waitress four days out of the week to help pay the rest of my tuition and my small apartment that I shared with four other people. So I figured I would survive the real world as well. I just had to suck it all up and put on my big girl panties and deal with life the way I was brought up too.
"Love the skirt." Eric flash me a big wink that I was not sure how to interpret.
Frowning at our newest camera guy and former college classmate I walk past him into my small corner in the large room where they stick all of us low paying, disrespected assistants.
"You know I just never saw you as a skirt person." Melanie another co-worker of mine made the comment as she walked past me with two large cups of coffee in her hands, heading toward the cubicles where the elite reporters wrote their news worthy stories.
"What the hell?" I was wondering why everyone was commenting on my clothes when I look down and felt my face turn beet red. I was so out of it this morning that I had slip on a dark pin striped navy skirt over my purple tights that I had worn yesterday underneath my slacks for extra warmth. Glancing up at my chest I saw that I had chosen a dark golden yellow button up blouse. It was seriously hideous. Throwing my purse and bag down next to my desk, I threw my scrawny ass into the seat, covering my face with both of my hands as I fought back the tears that stung my eyes.
It was one thing to come in hung over but to look like a clown was another thing. Everyone knew that Mr. Newton expected all employees to dress in a business attire that look professional. He was against jeans, t-shirts and flip flops. Now, I had not broken any of those cardinal rules but I did not in any means look very professional.
"It's barely eight thirty and already you look as if you are ready to go home." Riley walked up with a cocky smile and a fresh cup of coffee in his hand as he approach his assistant. He liked Bella. She was a nice girl. He also liked the fact that she had hooked him up with one of her ex-college roommates who as it happen was turning out to be the woman of his dreams. The girl knew how to rock his world with some crazy ass moves in the bedroom. She also liked sports and enjoyed drinking beer from a bottle. In his book she was an Ace.
"You think?" I dropped both of my hands showing him the large red eyes I was wearing to go along with the rest of the package.
"Damn." Riley squinted his face, giving me a ugly face, letting me know that I also looked like shit.
"Thanks a bunch." I had to resist the urge to flip him the bird as he chuckle deeply.
"Look Bella, I have no problems with you having a great time after work but seriously hon you should try to make an attempt to look a bit softer to the eyes." Riley's pearly white teeth flash me a cocky smile that sent my blood boiling hot with rage.
"Fuck you Riley. I think you can manage to do some of YOUR own work today while I go home sick." I growl as I grab my purse and bag, shoving him aside as I knock off a folder onto the floor and on his expensive loafers.
"Woah! Slow down. Shit. I was just teasing you." Riley grabs my arm pulling me back as I began to take a step in front of him.
Turning my head I stared down at his hand then slowly and with a look that would scare a grizzly bear I lock my eyes with his.
"Do not touch me." I warn him as he drops my arm taking a step back.
"Look, we have a job to do. I like Lauren. Hell I am crazy about her but I won't put up with your shit for any girl. Now you will take your sweet ass back into that chair and finish out your day there." Riley pointed at the chair I had evacuated in a rush.
"What if I do not want too?" I knew I would pushing my luck but I was tired. I just wanted to go home and crawl into my bed. My fluffy comforter with the soft teal coloring called to me.
"Then you can go but I promise you will not find a cushier job that this one. Trust me. I have done what your doing and I get it is boring as hell but Bella you have to hang in there. Your big story is heading your way. You have to be patient." Riley ran his hand through his hair with a frustrated smile.
I knew he was trying to make peace with me about all the hand shakes and pats of congratulations he had received due to my hard work.
"You better be right." I caved as I threw myself back in the chair, recovering my face with my hands.
"Here." Eric strolled up wearing his usual happy go lucky smile, his hand extended out with two white pills in one of them and a large cup of coffee in the other.
"What is that?" Riley cock an eye brow staring suspiciously at our on location camera guy.
"Aspirins. What else?" Eric look offended.
"OH." Riley nodded his head at me, as if he was giving me approval to take the pills from Eric. I wanted to tell Riley he was not my father so I did not need his permission to take pills. I remained silent. I knew that anything I might say from this point would come off as cranky ass mood swing from my lack of sleep and my serious hang over mode.
"Thanks Eric." I gave him a satisfied smile as the pills slid down into my throat followed by some damn good coffee.
"This is good." I sigh happily as I clasp my hands around the warm cup.
"Where the hell is my coffee? I sat it down right here." Mr. Newton shouted from the other side of the room ten feet from my desk. I saw Eric's face changing colors as he gave me a quick smile then took off like a jack rabbit.
"Shit." I mumble having a bad feeling that Eric had accidentally given me our bosses fresh cup of grounded coffee that he personally paid out of his own pocket for.
"Hide it, quick." Riley pick up on the cue when Eric deserted us.
I open a drawer sitting it inside while I slowly closed it, not wanting to waste a drop of it on any files I might need to use later.
"Keep talking to me like we are seriously working on something. Maybe he will just walk by." Riley put on a large fake smile as he lean over my desk. I quickly open up a few folders that had been recently sat on my desk.
"Well, what are you going to do for your new cover story?" I decided to ask the question of the day. The one we always started on Mondays.
"I was thinking of doing that one about the recent burglaries in the hood area." Riley scratch the back of his neck as he pick up a folder staring at it as if he was truly reading it.
I peek up from my hiding spot to see Mr. Newton looking over the cubes to see if he could locate his stolen glass of coffee. I was going to get fired for this for sure. The one thing I was informed of the moment I step onto the floor of the newspaper was to never, ever touch Mr. Newton's coffee. His mood set on whether or not he got enough coffee during the day.
"Hood?" I frown up at Riley. I did not know that Seattle had a area in town that people had labeled as the hood.
"Yeah, you know past the old ran down rail road tracks off of Elm street. Everything over there is like broken down and worn out. A lot of crime hits those streets not to mention drugs." Riley shivered as he gave me a distasteful smile.
"Riley." Mr. Newton's voice boom loudly as he march up to us.
"Mr. Newton, how are you this morning?" Riley stood up straight as he face lit up.
I could tell that Mr. Newton was not as charmed by Riley the way most of the other people around here seemed to be. I was not sure if it pleased me to know this or worried. After all Riley was my direct boss. I was his meager little assistant.
"I will be good once I find my damn cup of coffee. I am not pleased to know I have a thief working here." Mr. Newton stated firmly as he grimaced over at me with a suspicious glare.
"I'm sure it was taken by accident. No one would dare purposely take your coffee." Riley stuttered slightly before he recovered with his charm.
"I would hope not but hey this world is a crazy place. Anything can happen. Are you color blind?" Mr. Newton was looking at Riley one second and then the next moment he seem to be nearly over the cubicle glaring at me.
"Uh?" I was not sure how to respond.
"ARE you color blind?" He spoke slower like I was daft. I realized he was staring at my clothes.
"No." I mumbled as my cheeks burn with indignation.
"Good. Try to match your clothes better." He shook his head as he let out a long rude snort.
"Riley I hope to see more great work from you." Mr. Newton ordered as he walk off continuing his search for his coffee.
"Damn." I sigh heavily, wanting so badly to take the cup out and guzzle it down. The stuff was heaven to my taste buds.
"That was close." Riley sighed with relief.
"So what is it about this hood you think is worthy of investigating?" I went back to work mode trying to ignore the strong urge to grab my accidental stolen coffee.
"Well, I have a friend on the precinct and he was telling me some freaky shit was going on over there. He said it was being played low like. He suspects there is more to it but the big dogs are keeping it extremely quiet." Riley whispered to me as he search the room for anyone who he thought might want to scoop up his story.
"What sort of freaky?" I rolled my eyes knowing how everyone here supposedly knew someone on the police force that was their personal informer. It made me laugh each time I heard it. I wondered if my father ever informed our local newspaper when he suspected someone was stealing or was at fault for the knock down stop signs in Forks.
"He would not go into it too much with me. I was hoping we might get him to talk more if we took him to lunch." Riley answered with a smug smile.
I frown up at him. I had a bad feeling about how many times he had used the "we" word in that sentence.
"WE?" I had a bad feeling this was going to be one of those occasions when I was going to be ask to wear a really low cut shirt and tight pants, while batting my long eye lashes at the poor victim to get them to squeal out more information for us to use.
"Yeah, come on you're my right hand now. I think with two sets of ears listening we might be able to pick up on more clues that he is leaving out." Riley replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
I wanted to puke. Yeah, right. He just wanted to me to take down notes while he ooze with smoothness. Or worse he might actually want me to flirt with the cop. Either way it was an insult to me.
"Why would he not be straight up with you?" I thought this whole cloak and dagger game was immature. Why couldn't the informer just spit out the gossip and move on? Why did we have to do all the damn foot work?
"Look, I will give you time to go home and change clothes before we meet up with him." Riley offered me a bribe he knew I could not resist today, of all days.
"Fine." I lean back in my chair feeling even more exhausted.
"Good. Now, you better hurry up and drink it before he makes his way back around here." Riley laughs with a knowing smile on his face.
Pulling out the luke warm cup I guzzle it down. I can instantly feel the pounding easing up in my head, the grumbling of my stomach warning me that lunch was what I really needed.
"Got to run." Riley waved at me as he strolled over to his private and larger desk.
"I hate my life." I moan as I quickly put the cup back in my desk closing it tight just as Melanie reappears.
"You know Mr. Newton has a serious issue about his coffee." Melanie let out a disgruntled grunt as she sunk into her desk a few feet from mine. I simply nodded my head in agreement.
"So what are you two up too now?" Melanie glared angrily at Riley's area. I had nearly forgotten that Riley had once dated Melanie before I had gotten the job as his assistant. She did not want it so she never begrudge me for getting it. But she did hate the way Riley had dump her shortly after I arrived then a few months later began dating one of my oldest and dearest friends. She never came out and said it but she made enough nasty comments for me to know she thought I had pimp out my friend to assure my position with Riley.
"Not a thing." I closed my eyes while rubbing my achy temples.
"That's what you always say." Melanie grumbles as I hear her typing away on her keyboard.
Smiling sadly I realize she is right. I never speak to her or anyone about whatever Riley is investigating. Not because of my loyalty to him personally but more because of the simplicity of the rule of work ethics. I just did not think it was fair to give someone else a tip that could steal away anyone's limelight.
Opening my eyes slowly I stare at the clock on the lower right corner of my computer. As I do on every Monday I began to count down the hours and minutes until I can get home once again.
The day had went rather well considering what I had originally worn into work. Lunch went exceptionally well since it was quite clear from the moment I sat across from Officer Martinez that I was pretty enough for him to feel the need to impress me with all the stuff he thought Riley should know about the "hood" area that Riley and him felt was worth investigating.
Once the lunch was over I raced back to work to start doing some good old fashion investigating of my own on google search. I quickly found several small written articles about some odd thefts and burglaries that were happening with in a large area of what Riley called the hood. What was so strange was that with each of these thefts/burglaries there was always a dead victim left behind. Normally, burglars do not commit murder. In fact they try to plan their way in when they believe no one was home. So why would someone be breaking into homes and businesses and stealing a few items while killing the person on the premises? What was going on exactly? What was this perp doing? Was it truly their intention to kill and then cover it up with a possible theft? Either way you look at it, it seem pretty clear that murder was happening at each crime scene.
Throwing my clothes off as I made my way to my shower I jump inside of the steaming hot water, lathering up, enjoying the tingling sensations along with the aroma of the honey and vanilla scented soap. I was planning on grabbing a lean cuisine dinner, throwing it into the microwave for my dinner then finishing it off with a glass of red wine that I had left over from last weekend with the girls at my place. Then I was going to bury myself under my comforter and sleep for the next twelve hours before I had to be work the following day.
Once I step out of the shower I could hear the beeping of my phone, alerting me of a missed call. Rubbing my hair with the towel I had a gut feeling that this missed call might prevent me from a much needed night of sleep. Or in the very least postpone my early night in bed.
"I should ignore it." I grumble as I grab my brush, running it through my tangle free hair. I had to say I was glad I spent a little extra for the new cream rinse that Lauren swore up and down would make my hair look shiny and feel healthier.
Placing the brush back in the drawer I tighten my robe around my narrow waist as I saunter into the kitchen, preparing my quick but delicious and affordable dinner while pouring myself one glass of wine. After all I just wanted to relax not get a great buzz.
I see the red beeping light on my phone, screaming silently at me to answer it. I roll my eyes as I pick up the phone to see who the unwanted caller was. It was my dad. Frowning I wondered what was going on in his life these days? We barely saw each other even thought I only lived a few hours away from him. He was set in his bachelor ways while I was set in my bachelorette ways. We were not exactly the most communicative family. We could sit for hours silently next to one another. It use to creep my friends out. They would say it was just unnatural the way my father and I were so silent and yet seem to relaxed with one another. I did not see why it was important for me to blab to my father about my feelings. After all he could not fix the way I felt. He also could not exactly make my dream guy go out on a date with me? So what was the point of crying about it? Especially not to him.
Debating on whether I should call him back or not I heard the microwave signaling me that my dinner was ready to be gulp down. Sipping on my wine before I eased the hot container out. Watching as the steam floated off the top of my food I took a few more sips of my wine before I gave in and listen to the message he had left me. I would then decide if it was important or not to call him tonight versus tomorrow night when I was less grumpy.
"Bella, it's your dad. I need to talk you as soon as possible. Bye."
Exhaling long and hard I realized that this was my father's way of saying I have urgent news and I do not want to tell your phone but speak directly to you message.
Grabbing a fork I dug into my food. Taking me as about as much time as it had to cook it to eat it. I knew I should start eating bigger meals, especially with my pants starting to slide down my hips these days. I just could not either afford bigger meals or I just did not have enough time to eat as much as I use too these days. I was always on the go. Always doing something with a friend or dealing with another crisis at work.
It was starting to show physically that I was not taking better care of myself. Finishing the wine I set the glass in the dishwasher along with the fork. Throwing my evidence of dinner away I pick my phone up and dial the familiar number.
A few rings sounded in my ears before I heard the soft raspy voice of my father on the other end.
"Hello." He answers with what I imagine a smile on his face.
"Hello." I reply back.
"I'm sorry to bother you. I know how busy you are." My father gets why my career is so important to me unlike my mother who lectures me that I never call or email her enough. When I do she tells me I have dreadful boring life. Why would I bother calling her, I ask her? She gets off huffy and reminds me that I am blessed to be young, not to waste it away on something as trivial as a career. This coming from a woman who gets the luxury of sitting at home taking yoga classes while husband number two pays for everything.
"It's okay." I crawl up on the bar stool. I have not had time to pick up a table and chair set yet. After all I've only lived in this apartment for a year now I think to myself with a inward sarcastic grin.
"Look, I am going to cut to the chase on this one. Your cousin Nessie went with a group of friends to Seattle a few days ago. She and her friends never returned. Your uncle fears that she has gotten into some deep shit out there. Have you heard from her?" My dad's voice makes it clear that he suspects that the girls somehow did something bad and were too scared to come home. He did not feel they were in any grave danger like my uncle was jumping to the conclusion about.
"No I have not." I think back hoping I had not missed any calls from her. I draw up no messages nor any emails that she might have sent recently to even inform me she was coming to town. Usually she contacted me so we could meet up for lunch. She was a Senior this year at Forks High. She was always telling me how hard it was to go to a school where all the teachers gave her a disappointed look when they discovered she was not as smart as her cousin Bella. I would laugh at her and remind her that she was a cheerleader, a homecoming queen, and class president. I was none of those things. How could she feel less than perfect because she was not a smart person was beyond me.
"Damn. Well, I will be out there tomorrow. Maybe we can catch a bite." My father grunts.
"Sounds good." I agree.
"If you hear from her please have her call her father. She knows how worried he gets about her." My dad sighs sadly.
I know it bothers him how my Uncle Johnny lets Nessie's rebellious nature get under his skin. My father argued plenty of times in the past that Nessie was not perfect. Sure, her mother died after giving birth to her but that was no reason to let her walk all over her father. Her only living parent. Uncle Johnny would joke with my father that it was not his fault that his daughter was lively while Charlie's was as dull as sandpaper like her old man.
I wanted to hit him so many times. I hated how he would refer to me and my father as boring people. My father explained that his brother was a real party animal before he met Nessie's mother, Esme. He quickly change his ways when he fell in love with her. Dad said that there for a short while he actually liked his brother. However her death had come unexpectedly and rather quickly. Johnny went a little crazy at first. My grandmother had to raise Nessie the first year of her life. Uncle Johnny ended up in rehab for about six months before he pull himself together and then he threw himself one hundred percent in being a doting and loving father.
"Will do dad." I answered as we both said our good-byes then hung up. Putting my phone on the charger I check the locks on my door, the locks on my windows then crawl up in the center of my full size bed and crash into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.
JPOV:
"Did you find the girl or not?" I growled as I kick the empty barrel next to me.
"I think so. She was right where they said she would be." The skinny vampire with a New York accent whined as he look between me and the other two wolves I had ordered to join me on tonight's agenda.
"Where is she?" I know better than to trust a vampire to do a quick kidnapping without trying to take a little snack off of the victim.
"Over there." He points in a large metal box sitting in the corner of the alley. I can smell the nasty foul smell of the trash that had been hauled into the trash bins just from today's business.
"Why is she in that?" I have a bad feeling flowing through my veins as I watch his shiny red eyes sparkle as I look in the direction of where he has pointed.
"Well, there was a few of them actually. We were not sure which one. So we took them all." He gulps as he watches the anger growing on my face.
"ALL? How many exactly?" I exhaled loudly trying to count to ten before I let loose of my short temper. I know that my shrink would say that I was over reacting to a situation that clearly I had no control over and there for I was making a tantrum over senseless stuff. Or something remotely stupid like that.
"Six." He takes a step away from us as I look over at Embry and then at Jared.
"Six." I repeat the number.
He simply nods his head as he glances around hoping one of his buddies might have stuck around for the meeting.
"This is not funny." I warn him as I nod at Jared to walk over to the large metal box that looks to be about ten feet high and five feet across. It was a strange contraption to hide a kidnap victim in.
"I know. Look, man I do not want Jasper on my ass again. So I just took them all. I figured he could glamour them in to believing they had just ran away from home or something if they were the wrong ones." The vampire explained his theory for snatching up six unsuspecting girls when all they were suppose to obtain was one.
"You are remarkable." I mumble as I watch as Jared eases the locks off then pulling the door back. At first all I can see is darkness. Complete darkness, then as if magically a few hands, legs, and feet began to make their way out of the darkness and into the alley where a street light radiates across the box.
"I tried man. Look, he should give me credit for trying." The vampire wrings his hands nervous like a crack head needing his next fix.
Embry steps up closer to me as we watch six young girls between the ages of sixteen and eighteen walk out of the box. They each look starved and confused. I have a bad feeling that they have been held for more than twenty-four hours.
"Payne, how long have they been in there?" I look at him with a serious look on my face daring him not to fuck with me tonight.
"A few days." He admits as he scratches the back of his neck with a fearful look in his eyes.
"Have you fed them? Or were you feeding from them?" My gut is screaming to rip off his neck and piss down his throat but I have orders. Orders from my master that warn me to make sure that I withheld from killing any vampires without his approval unless I could prove they were a direct threat to me or one of my pack.
"I did not feed them. Do you know how hard it was to get them in there? I did not feed from them either. I won't lie and say it was not tempting." Payne licks his lips as drool starts to slide out of the corners of his mouth.
It repulses me to watch him stare at the girls as if they were human happy meals.
"Get the fuck out of here before I kill you." I growl loudly as he jumps nearly two feet into the air before running for his pathetic life.
"What are we going to do now?" Jared asks as he reappears to my side.
The girls look disoriented as they fall to their knees, holding their stomachs as they gulp in the fresh air. Well, it's not exactly smelling like fresh air but it was far better than the dirty limited air he held them in the box with.
"Not sure." I admit as I pull out my phone hitting the speed dial to reach my master whom I know is not going to be pleased by my interruption. Tonight was his hunting night. A night he was allowed to feast on any human he chose to. They were limited on how often they fed from the flesh rather than a local blood bank bag that I was in charge of assuring there was plenty of in the icy cold fridge vault on the lower floor of my master's home.
"Make it quick." His voice was laced with venomous edge.
"He grab six girls. Not one. What do you want me to do with them?" I cut to the chase.
"Shit." Jasper hisses.
"Yep." I agreed softly.
"Bring them here. WE will weed out the right one." He orders as he hangs up the phone.
I roll my eyes trying to figure out how in the world I am going to get six girls on the back of three motorcycles. Opening my phone once again I dial another number.
"Hello." A grumpy voice that nearly matches my own answers.
"Get the van and get here in like five seconds." I order.
"On it chief." Paul snaps as he hangs up the phone.
I had Jared and Embry each take a girl with them as I waited behind with the other four for Paul to arrive with the van.
The girls are moaning about the pains in their stomachs and a few are begging to take them home when I hear the roar of the van racing through the normal quiet streets at four in the morning.
As the familiar black van pulls into the alley a strange sensation courses up my spine. A tingling sensation that I have been told is like a warning mechanism that signals me that something is wrong. Something really bad is wrong or about to happen.
Paul jumps out of the van just as I hear the sounds of a gun going off behind me. Ducking to the ground I can hear the girls screaming as they follow my lead. Each of them covering their ears as the smashing and clinking of the bullets ricochet against the bricks of the walls and the metal trash bins around us.
"What the fuck is going on!" Paul shouts out as he jumps back into the van in search of his own weapon to retaliate the attack that came out of nowhere on us.
"Not sure." I shout back.
Grabbing the nearest girl I grab her by the arm as I pull her under my arm trying to make it to the van without getting either of us shot.
Paul starts shooting out into the darkness of the sky while I go back for another one.
"Who is it?" Paul cries out and I have to admit I am clueless. No one else knew what our meeting was about tonight. Hell, even I had not been inform of all the details. Only knew I was suppose to pick up some girl that my master, Jasper said was of great importance to his Master.
Grabbing another girl who is screaming and kicking at me as if I am the one shooting at her fights against me as I try to take her to the van but before I can get her there I see blood pouring out of her mouth, down her skinny arms as she chokes on it.
"Fuck." I shout as I continue dragging her into the van.
"Keep covering me." I order to Paul as I got for the last two but before I can reach them ten vampires appear out of nowhere. Grabbing the other two girls while pulling out automatic rifles aimed at Paul and myself. I know that there is no way I can get to these other two girls. I knew when I was out numbered.
"Damn it." I rush back to the van yelling at Paul to forget it and get inside to drive us the fuck out of there.
We barely make it out of the alley in reverse before I see one of the vampires starting to run toward us.
"Get out of here NOW!" I shout angrily as Paul throws me the gun and puts the van in drive, pushing the accelerator to the floor.
The van picks up pace but I know that a really old vampire can run faster than a running car if it wants too. I had seen it a few times when my master first began to train me about the ways of vampires.
"He is gaining on us." I warn him as I look out the side mirror.
"I'm going as fast as I fucking can Jake." Paul screams frantically still shoving his foot down on the gas.
"Shit! What the hell is going on here?" I shout out knowing no one in the damn van would have a clue or a answer to my question.
I lean out the window and carefully aim the gun. I know the bullet will not kill the vampire but it will sting like hell. It might even slow him down enough for us to escape with our lives
Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam.
I watch as he flinch from the sting of my perfect shots. He does not fall nor does he give up. I do find some relief to see he is slowing up just as we slide around a corner in the direction of our safe house. No one and I mean no one can get in there without the right mark on their wrist. It was design to keep out all covens that did not belong. A perfect place to hide from the enemy. It was built like a fortress.
As we pulled up Paul threw his wrist out while the blue laser light scan across his wrist, the gates began to slowly open. I prayed like hell we manage to get inside before the vampire caught up with us. A few seconds later as I watch it make it's way around the corner the gates finally open enough for the van to safely get inside.
"Fucking go now!" I ordered to Paul.
Paul floored it again as we barely made it through the gate before I jump out hitting the emergency button that will push the gates closed at a faster rate.
Just as the gates close I see the vampire approaching a little closer. I can feel my chest heaving as I prepare myself for a possible attack but the gates close just in time before he can reach through them to grab at me. A magical wall slips into place. Nothing and I mean nothing or no one can get through this magic. It's dark magic. The most darkest and oldest that has ever existed.
"Damn it Jake, who was that?" Paul climbs out of the van looking at me with a worried face.
"I think it was James. If it was then we know the rebels were after the girl as well. Which makes me wonder why? Who the hell is this girl anyways?" I am now pretty much talking to myself as Paul pounds against the magical wall with his bare fists.
I know how much Paul wants a chance to rip James wide open. After all the bastard had purposely set out to killing our people. Our mates in particular. James had a strong passion to hunt his victims like a animal. He enjoyed the chase. He was ruthless. He was also leaderless as far as we knew. My own master had challenged and defeated his old master a few years back when it was made known of his treachery. His old master, Laurent had brutally attack and murdered Jasper's life mate, Alice when she refused to give him information that might help him defeat his enemy.
Now his soldiers were hell bound to break free from the rules that bound the supernatural world. They did not care about the exposure to the human world they could create by feasting on humans. They spat on the rules that did not allow them to change humans into vampires with out following the procedures. Procedures that could takes months or years before it was approved by the council. They were creating a small army and no one seem to care. It really bothered me how the vampires gave their own species so much room to create chaos while the wolves were expected to live by the rules or die by the rules. There was not too many occasions that any of the wolves were shown any mercy when they broke the sacred rules or their vows they had made when they were presented to the council.
"I hope like hell we got the right girl or we are fucked." Paul slams his fists against the cold metal of the van, making a large ass dent in the door.
"Well, if not we know we will get another chance of hunting him down." I remind him.
"Your right." He relaxed as he jump back into the van, I followed him as we drove up to the front of the house.
"This one is dead." Paul informs me of the obvious as we look at the blood covered floor of the van.
"Help me." The other one cries into her knees that she has pull up against her face, rocking back and forth in an almost catatonic state.
"I will grab her." Paul rolls his eyes with little compassion for the human as he throws her over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.
"Hopefully Jared and Embry are here." I suddenly recall sending two members of my pack ahead of me.
"They were coming in when I left." Paul informs me.
"Good." At last I can relax for a moment as we enter the large house and walk among the many vampires that co-exist in the house that I try my best to stay the hell out of as we make our way to the dungeon where we know the other girls will be locked up. I wonder as we make our way down, if this girl was so important to Jasper and his master, why neither of them made a point of coming to the meeting themselves.