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Summary/Background: Edward Masen is a 27 year old human and is an assassin for hire who has/is jaded view/with life and is a Physics teacher as a cover up. Bella Cullen switches back and forth from animal to human diets pretending to be a sixteen yr old HS student. (More detailed background at chapter 7 of my fanfic Vampire To Vampire)
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Chapter 1: Life
EPOV
I have been alone for as long as I remember. My parents died when I was very young. I don't really remember them. I know that they have been killed when I was four and now that I am twenty seven years old I still don't the reason as to why or who had done it. It's my life goal to find their killers and avenge my parents' deaths. I may not remember them in detail very well but I know they had cared for me.
If it weren't for my parents' killers, I wouldn't have to suffer pain. I wouldn't have to taint my hands with the blood of others. I wouldn't have known how to take the life of another without remorse. I wouldn't be a professional assassin.
True my parents came from a crime family but mother and father tried very hard to separate from them. I found that out after coming across my father's journal a year ago. It…he changed me significantly. People would still consider my views in life jaded but that's not really my fault. I have a difficult life and it affected my psych tremendously.
I didn't stop killing…no that is far too ingrain in me to get rid of so quickly at a short amount of time. I am trying to gradually distance myself from this lifestyle without attracting attention; it's not easy, not by far. Just getting out of this life would require me to kill…a lot. The first one to go would be my uncle. He was the one that corrupted my life. He was the one that trained me to be a merciless killer. The only solace I can find is that those I kill have sinned greatly. Still, my parents would be disappointed if they're living.
Recently, my life has been looking up…less bleak. I have my two close friends to thank for that. They're the only friends I have ever had. As a rule, I do not let anyone get close to me because of my occupation so I don't know why I welcome their presence into my life but I am thankful. I met them three months ago or rather they stumbled upon my drunken miserable ass.
I was walking out of a bar and after drowning myself with whiskey after taking out a target. I don't usually drink so my alcohol tolerance is a far cry from stellar. For an assassin, that's bad but what can I do about it. I smoke occasionally but I don't like drinking much. But back to the point, I was drunk because the target was at his house and with his family. No one saw me; I took the shot when he was alone in a room. The thing that forced me to drink excessively is that his family found him soon after and I heard their anguish before I left. The sounds will always be in my head.
I must admit, I am not a pretty sight when I'm drunk. It's quite sad actually. Anyway, I was walking and these five assholes thought it would be a good idea to mug me. Now, five guys would be a piece of cake for me if my world was fucking right side up and wasn't spinning around in a haze of colors. In the back of my mind I thought that would be a sad and pathetic way to go for someone of my caliber.
Luckily someone, actually two people came to my rescue and they knew how to fight apparently. Sure the whole thing bruised my ego but I walked away with my life no matter how much I deserve to die anyway. I don't remember much because I was fighting to stay conscious but I do know the fight didn't took long or if it happened at all. I did catch their names before I fell to oblivion.
--Flashback--
I try to stay steady but the world is in a haze of bright spotted colors that I'm sure are car, street and building lights. I can make out blurry images of my soon to be assailants surrounding me. I don't know how many of them they are but I know I can't fight them on this condition.
One of them steps forward with something in their hand. I think it's a knife, I'm not sure. Maybe I'll die tonight. I'll be free from this miserable life but what a sad way to go.
Suddenly there are new voices. Great, are they going to join in? More the merrier they say.
"Hey what the hell do you think you guy's are doing?" someone with a deep booming voice said angrily.
"I think it's time ta break up this lil party don ya think Emmett?" another guy said but this one has a southern accent
"That's what I was thinking Jazz." the booming voice said
My eyes closed. Feels nice to have my eyes closed. I hear scuffle of feet then running. Was that bones I hear breaking?
It's a miracle I can still hear perfectly. I feel so numb.
"Hey dude you ok?" the booming voice asked
"This guy is so wasted." southern guy said
I try to open my mouth and my voice to work
"Th…tha…nk yo..u" I manage to croaked out
"No problem man. You look bad right now. Where's your place? My name's Emmett Cullen and that guy over there is my bro Jasper Hale. We going to get you to your place."
I try to make my voice work again but I couldn't even open my mouth again. I try opening my eyes instead and I felt like my eye lids are made of lead. I manage to open my eyes for a bit before it closed again and unconscious took over.
I saw two pairs of kind golden eyes looking at me…the eyes of my saviors.
--End Flashback--
Emmett and Jasper couldn't find where I live from my identification in my wallet so instead they got my keys and found my car on the parking lot. They deposited me there and waited till I awoke. Since then we became friends.
I have never been in any kind of relationship before since it's not practical for me to have any but the three of us just somehow clicked. It's hard to explain but I feel comfortable around them when others do not. I notice during the times we hang out together in the city that people we came in contact with stay away from them. Sure the waitress would try to flirt with us but I can see they are intimidated by my two friends.
A couple things I noticed are that they both have unbelievably cold temperature and they don't eat a lot when we go to restaurants or bars. They move their food a lot on their plates. It looks like they want it to look like they ate more than they really did. They try to do it subtly but I noticed. I'm an assassin; I have to notice little things like that. I'm surprised they don't go hungry when we hang out because Emm is huge and while Jazz isn't huge as his brother, he isn't lanky at all. I asked them about it one time and they said their mother makes them eat a lot before going out of the house.
"Our mom Esme likes to cook and she dote on us a lot so we can't go out of the house until we eat the foods she made for us." Jazz explained
"Yeah, we tried sneaking out a couple times but it's not worth it when we get back home." Emm said
"Esme is a sweet lady but hell breaks loose when she's mad."
I asked them why they don't have a place of their own since they both have wives and said their family that sticks together. Both of them are adopted by a young doctor named Carlisle Cullen and his wife Esme. They said they have estrange adoptive little sister who lives with them occasionally. Emm have a wife named Rosalie who is Jazz's twin and Jazz is married to someone named Alice. I never saw any of their family but on pictures inside Emm's and Jazz's wallets. For people that are adopted, all five of them are freakishly beautiful with same topaz or golden eyes and pale skin. I'm betting the estrange sister is the same way.
Emm is a 24 yr old physical education teacher and Jazz is an educational counselor. Both of them graduated from Seattle University. I told them it's a coincidence because I majored in education too. My cover up is a Physics teacher. For an assassin we don't bypass coincidences. I looked them up and did background check but they're legit and they don't even work at the same school as me. I'm not proud of it since they are my friends but it's a habit that's hard to break.
I'm always the butt of the joke when they found out I'm a virgin. Emm kept trying to hook me up with random women and I keep denying. Having two friends for an assassin is dangerous enough. I don't need a woman to complicate my life even more. I keep saying to myself that I will find someone when I get out this lifestyle. For now I'm content with my two friends.
End Chapter 1…TBC
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