So I was reading some spy/bella fics a couple months ago and for some reason got so irritated when the only way people could get Edward and Bella together was to 'marry' them then have that turn into a real wedding so I figured, 'hey I just make one of my own.' Wouldn't it be great if that was the way it worked? So I started it whenever but never really had it go anywhere. Then I started writing my other fics (the ones that probably will never get typed) and lo and behold! I can't stop thinking new things I could do. So this is the first chapter of my brain child 'cause I am sure you don't want to hear another word from me.
The rating is more of better be safe then sorry, jsyk.
Oh and I don't own anything Twilight, Ms. Meyer has that responsiblity.
Chocolate
I am of an unknown age. I live nowhere. I have no name. I am classified.
For now, I am known as Isabella and I am… 17. Ugh. I really don't like that name, it reminds me of some old lady of the 1900s. Anyway, I lived in Phoenix with my mother who remarried I am now moving to live with my father in Montana. Maybe I'll get a t-shirt for Hannah. Ha-ha, clearly I need a life…Oh wait I just got one. Isabella, 17, from Phoenix, mother remarried, father moved there last month and is now the doctor.
Ding "Please turn off your electronics and buckle your seat belt we are now descending into…"
Ignoring the attendant's voice I shut down my computer and buckled up for the descent to Hannah. I mean Montana. Sleep…...That would be nice. Flying for 15 hours straight is not my idea of fun—I should have taken the pillow. Come on…Isabella! I stood up and got my bag from the overhead then waited. Again. All I seem to be doing now is waiting. Waiting…Waiting…Waiting…My turn!
"Thanks." I told the pilot with a mock salute. Off to baggage claim.
"Isabella!" I automatically looked up. Good, I got the reflexes right. The person calling to me was male, medium height, blond, about 34, and a wide smile like he's known me all his life.
"Car—uh—Dad!" I waved and smiled back. Hmm, I at least they got someone who I was familiar with. Carlisle was usually the one got me patched up after the missions; somehow I always got hurt at some part of it. Last time I tripped…on my way into the boss's office to debrief. I got a face plant into his desk, it took 5 stitches for the gash I got on my head from the arm of the chair I was supposed to sit in. The time before that, well, let just say that really don't like partners anymore and I am really glad that I used to go cliff diving with my best friend. Carlisle only took two quarts of water out of my guts instead of—Well, I don't need to go into that.
"Hey girl! Nice of you to finally come to see your old man." Carlisle said as he came closer. "Here let me take that for you."
"Thanks." I replied gratefully, handing the bag over. Right now all I wanted was a safe place to sleep so I could start my mission and hurt the Volturi again.
"You could've slept on the way here you know. You can't always be on duty."He said conversationally, "When we get, home you are going straight to bed." He added as we passed a couple I had been watching. The woman obviously just got back from a long trip but they didn't do any of the things that normal couples did. They just stood and stared at each other, and yet, it seemed like the most enthusiastic greeting ever. We passed them and walked out the door.
"Yes, Dad." I couldn't help myself from rolling my eyes. Carlisle got a sympathetic look from the doorman. Since when have airports had doormen? I looked at him curiously but he only stared back. "So…Where'd ya park?" Carlisle frowned.
"Grammar, Isabella, grammar. If you have a good education, use it." I raised an eyebrow.
"Ok... Where did you park, my dearest father?" He grinned
"Much better. Third floor, right outside the elevator." We walked in silence to the elevators. Once inside, I leaned my head against the wall. I really needed to sleep; even with the nightmares I would still be more aware after a few hours of sleep. We walked out and I stopped dead.
"Isabella?" Carlisle called over his should when he realized I wasn't with him anymore.
"No way. Nuh-uh. There is no waythat we got a Mercedes S55 AMG!" I ran up to the car inspecting it closely. "Extra dark tint, double plated windows, multipurpose tires, off road undercarriage…Wow. Is this guy so important? Not that I am complaining! But really? Usually we're stuck with a Ford Escort or some kind of truck." I stopped babbling when the couple from the airport came through the elevators hoping that they hadn't heard anything. I walked to the side of the car like it was an everyday thing to get into the perfect nighttime spy car…not that they would think of that, but whatever. I'd like to think that I have been getting better at my acting but that has never been one of my strong points.
"Well I hope you enjoy the ride home cause guess what is waiting for you there." Uh-oh, not good. This was his first mission in a while and he had to have his own transportation to get to work.
"This is your car." I said flatly, "I get the truck." He laughed and the car beeped.
"I will never doubt your deduction skills again; your brand new 1953 Chevrolet Pickup is sitting in the garage right now." He got in the car and I followed. "We thought about it and decided you will most likely be going out after dark so we put in another engine. I'll show you how to turn the quieter engine on when we get home but you have to make sure that no one knows about it." I leaned the chair back, curling up facing the window—force of habit; never leave your back open to the outside, a sniper just might be waiting to shoot you the one time you don't.
"As much as I would love to hear about the 'new' truck, I am really tired. You can fill me in on everything once we get to…" Huh. I don't remember them ever telling me where 'home' was going to be. Just that I was going to be picked up at Eckhart International Airport which was near Montana. Thinking back I remember passing the boarding chart. Idaho. I was in Idaho and traveling, I glanced at the automated compass inside the rearview mirror (so cool!) west. As I straightened my seat Carlisle looked at me in concern. "Stop the car please." I said in a controlled voice.
"Mar-Isabella?" He asked confused. Yeah, well, that makes two of us pal!
"Stop the car. Please" I tacked on. He complied still looking concerned and the car pulled into the dirt.
"What is it? Do you feel sick? I have some Advil in my bag, if you need it." Ever the doctor.
"Just need some questions answered." His face cleared but now it was more wary.
"What kind of questions? I only know so much."
"Fine. First one, where are we going?" I started with the easiest one that was circling my head.
"They didn't tell you?" Images of the past few nights flashed behind my eyes
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"We think there is a spy among us. There is too much vital information concerned with this case to put into writing. As you depart one on my agents will tell everything that you might need to know." The man in the shadows said.
"I understand"
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Sparks flew all around me.
"My house!" I cried in outrage. Then I remembered, "Ice!" I ran to the burning house but several hands held me back. I thrashed wildly until my instinctual self defense came back. Kicking a woman in the stomach, then jabbing one of the men in the neck, I hurled the last person holding me over my shoulder.
"___ it!" I ran to the house, slamming into the door. "Ice! Ice where are you?" I searched frantically.
"Mariae! You have to get out of there! The roof in going to come down any second!" The doorway to my dream kitchen fell down on top of me. 'Shoot that's going to leave a mark" I thought distractedly.
"Mariae! Come on!" They dragged me back outside just as the roof came in.
"NO! Ice!" I slumped inside whosever arms, blackness falling over me. 'No. I will not faint" I struggled with the darkness. And won.
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Numbly, I went where she pointed. Dutifully, I listened as she told me when I was leaving, on what planes, who I was, my history, and so on. Vacantly, I watched as a man came up to her.
"Hey babe, how is she?" A sigh
"Not good. She does as she's told—does it as well as she ever has—but won't do anything on her own."
"You hear that the house fire wasn't an accident?"
"This is Mariae we're talking about. She doesn't have 'accidents'."
"Ha ha, your right. But they found traces of gasoline and a book of matches in the bushes across the street."
"Any other sign of who did it?"
"There was a finger print on the matches… they think it is Jane's." My head came up.
"The Volturi." I put my head down again, thoughts racing.
"Eckhart International is now boarding" I carefully emptied my face as I stood up. The couple looked over in surprise.
"The plane is leaving." I said dully. The woman came over.
"Bye…Isabella. Call me." As I turned to go to my plane I was caught from behind. Reflexively I started to bring my hand up to their neck.
"Oh no you don't!" They said catching my hand. "It still hurts from last time." He let go of my hand putting me down. "Call her. If you don't she'll worry and then I won't get my sugar." He stage whispered with a wiggling brow.
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"Miss? Miss!" I was shaken awake. "Are you ok miss? You kept calling for your parents."
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."
I stayed awake after the first few planes…the nightmares were getting worse. Much worse.
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"Mariae. Hey Mariae, I need you to look at me." Carlisle said softly. I blinked. Somehow his bag was on his lap and a light was being pointed into each of my eyes.
"I'm fine." I said putting a hand in front of the tiny flashlight.
"You didn't react to anything for five minutes and you tell me your fine?"His tone was slightly incredulous.
"Yes." He snorted and put the flashlight away. "So. Where were we?"
"I was asking you if they told you anything." Carlisle said in disbelief… Probably because I went in to a trance and then moved pass it in two seconds.
"They might have. There wasn't much time to tell me anything that we knew wouldn't be overheard." His forehead furrowed.
"Overheard by whom?" Oh. He's been out of it hasn't he?
"We think that there might me a spy in the agency." Carlisle's mouth opened but I held up my hand, "I don't know anything else; they didn't tell me anything else. Find a way to talk to them, privately, and you can figure everything out. But for now I need to know the details for the mission. Like where it is." He studied me for a few minutes after my little rant. Then he looked at the clock.
"We need to get moving. We are going to Forks, Washington. I don't know what you haven't been told so you ask the questions that you want to know while I drive." He put the car in drive and pulled back into the road.
"Who are we watching out for?"
"Edward Mason." Hmm, another one with at 1900s name.
"Siblings?"
"One adopted, Mary Alice Brandon Mason."
"Our last name?"
"Cullen."
"How do we live? Rich, poor, parties every other week?" Carlisle made a face at me. I grinned back; Carlisle has always lived a semi-hermit like life.
"We're well off, don't like to show it. Hence the Chevy." He smiled, suddenly amused. I groaned, another truck. "Anything else?"
"Parents?"
"None, though the lady across the street looks in on the every once in a while. Alice is eighteen and above legal age. Somehow…we are not sure, but she gain custody of her brother. It was an amazing trial to watch. She had every argument figured out; she knew almost everything they were going to say." He shook his head.
"Sounds like my kind of girl."
"What? Be too stubborn to admit defeat then finding away so they do exactly what you want then they feel good about it?"
"Yeah…Pretty much. It still shocks me how often guys listen to me. I mean come on! Are they so deprived that a little attention turns them into obedient little dogs?"
"Welcome to Forks!" He said instead of dignifying my female complaints with a response.
"Wait!" I said my eyes wide.
"What?!?"He looked round wildly. I laughed at his response and he calmed down.
"I'm 17." Carlisle raised his eyebrows.
"Are you?"
"No I mean, I'm 17…I have to go to High School." Now he laughed.
"That's the point. Edward is in Forks High School," he pointed to a building we were passing, "That Forks High."
"Uggggghhhhh!"
"Edward and Alice live there." I straightened and looked at the house through a thief's point of view. A wrap-a-round porch, two stories, window next to a cherry tree, kitchen window in the back of the house, three lights and a T.V. on, and the door seemed to have a double lock but it was hard to tell on a drive by. "Done rubber-necking?"
"Yes, thank you." I replied unperturbed. "I wonder what they are doing up so late?" I added looking at the clock.
"It's Friday," He glanced at me, "Where have you been?"
"Oh, in my head mostly." I said breezily. "Where are we now?"
"In our drive way." I looked around. It was a long winding road surrounded but trees and other shrubbery. Morning runs were going to be sooo much fun. Now that I got all necessary information, and another agent to watch out for me, I was getting really sleepy. I covered a yawn but Carlisle caught it.
"To bed, Isabella" he said sternly. I wasn't about to argue.
"That name has got to go." We eased into a curve and the house came into view. "WOW." The house was awesome. And I mean that in the most literal term, it was totally awe inspiring. Carlisle parked outside the house and came around to open the door as I grabbed my bags. "Thanks."
"Upstairs all the way down the hall." I'd like to think that I mumbled thanks again but by this time I wasn't sure of anything. Once in 'my' bedroom I couldn't see anything. The only thing in my vision was the huge golden king size bed in the middle of the room.
~~~Hollyclaw~~~
Now I am going to bed. I will try to look this over later to make sure I didn't make any horrendous mistakes but I won't be able to do much if you don't tell me what could be made better. You know how when you know what you want it to look like, that is what you see?
Oh, and the name. Mariae is a name I found online somewhere and it looked a lot like Marie but wasn't the same so I used it. I've seen other people use Marie, and that's fine, I just don't know who to credit for that and would like to avoid anything bad.