A/N: Hey I hope you like this story

A/N: Hey I hope you like this story. I wrote another one, but I deleted it, because it sucked. And thank you to school.and.boredom.sucks for co-writing and editing this! You rock man!!

Disclaimer: Twilight and Lane Crawford are not mine.

Diana POV

I am Diana Rougue. I work as an assassin and spy. I'd kill for who ever is going to pay the most. And easy targets aren't my thing, but if you pay me enough, their dead within a short amount of time.

I don't get orders on how to kill the target, because nobody is the boss of me. I kill with my own tactics.

Ring! Ring!

"Hello this is Rougue?"

"I want you to eliminate somebody." The voice said. She sounded like an American woman.

"Who, and how much will you pay me?"

"Charlie Swan, and 500,000 dollars." She said, sounding irritated. If you want a target eliminated, of course it will be expensive.

"I want the details of the target sent to me, and the money in the Bank of America, under the account of Lane Crawford." (A/N: Haha!! Lane Crawford is a jewelry store in Hong Kong!! I really couldn't resist!! )

"Good, pleasure doing business with you Rougue." The voice said happily.

"And you to Miss?..." And there was silence on the other line.

"Its better if you don't know who I am." The voice said casually

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"Ok, just send me the details and traveling cash."

"It will be sent to you in about one hour. And I want you to start the mission as soon as possible."

An hour later, the package arrived. It had 10 grand for me to travel with, and the info on the target. I looked at the papers and found out things about the target that I'd be working on.

His name is Charlie Swan, he resides in Forks, Washington, and he is the sheriff of Forks as well. He has one kid, and is divorced.

The problem was that there was nothing about the kid, which was supposed to be leading me to him.

"This man is going to be an easy target." I said to myself, smiling. Knowing that he lived away from the station, and exceptionally out of age.

There were some pictures of him in the file the woman sent me.

"Ahh…Too bad, he has a kid." Even though there was violence involved, I really love this job of killing for money.

You get to travel the world. You get to see places you could never if you didn't have the money. The only down side is that you have to kill people. Its monstrous, you have to live with the guilt and sadness.

I started my services when I was 13 years old. I was trained by my parents that were also killers who worked for money, even thought they didn't want me to follow in their foot steps; I still needed to learn the trick of the trade.

My most infamous client is the Japanese 'Yakuza'. The infamous Japanese mafia family.

They like me because I'm fast, and I look innocent, which is a plus. If you look trust worthy, your clients will always come back. I was like a golden blade cherry blossom. Beautiful, but deadly.

I am 17 years old. But I act like I'm 28 or something. I have a huge house. And one butler to clean it all up. He cooks, cleans, and does all the chores in the estate. He is my super man. And, as all of you have guessed, I'm filthy rich.

There are thousands of people who would pay to kill.

My butler came in, greeting me politely by bowing.

"Evening Harold," I said boredly shuffling through the papers of a soon to be dead man.

A/N: I'll just leave it here. If you want me to post another I want to get at least 5 reviews. Thanks!!