Heyy, there minions, no totally kidding, lol.

Ok, on a serious note, (Sorry I've stayed up all night and It's like 7 a.m. so I'm a little... weird right now... lol), I have decided to focus on a new story. (And, I'm going to apologize, but my other stories are starting to bore me... This happens often, so don't worry, I'll be bored with this one soon, too, and go back to the others. Then I'll get bored with them and work on this one. And it'll start again, and again, and again. Etc.) It has to do with Bella being an assassin. Sounds interesting, no? I've been toying with this idea for a while... So, tell me, what do you think of it? I kinda like it. Already gots me a good Bella :D. Lol. (BTW, ever watched the movie 'Wanted'? That had a huge impact on writing this story... :P)

Okay, onto the story!

- Mactire Ban (BTW if you guys DIDN'T know, Mactire Ban means 'White Wolf' in Irish. And I'm like 75% Irish, which explains the red hair...)

Asassain No. 3655971 (Ok, these aren't any just random numbers... actually they are... but they seemed to fit. Like it was weird, they just came to me. I didn't have to think about it or anything! Lol)

Chapter One- The Baby Eagle

BPOV

I held the Baby Eagle in my hand, surprised and disbelieving. I could have sworn I had left it with the rest of my past life in Phoenix, Arizona. I guess not.

I weighed it slighty in my right hand, my shooting hand, it was really a great Magnum. Small, but it fit my delicate hands easily. I knew quite a bit about this certain type of gun. It was my special one. The one I used to have with me at all times. Back in Phoenix I had a holster installed on my head board, and I would wrap it up in a plastic bag and shower with it. Call me paranoid, but I prefer cautious.

The Baby Eagle is available in 3 calibers, with variations resulting in 11 separate models. The compact (short frame and barrel) and semi-compact (short barrel) pistols have the same excellent shooting characteristics as the standard (full-size and the one I have) Baby Eagle and are ideal for shooters with smaller hands. All Baby Eagles are black and all are made of steel except the versions with polymer frames.

It was also known as the baby of the Desert Eagle family.

One reason it was my main gun was because of its amazing firepower. Also it offers excellent handgun value and the grip is exceptionally comfortable.

I gripped it correctly in my right hand (I preferred right, but I was a nice shoot with both) and aimed at the mirror. My reflection looked back at me. Slowly I lowered the gun. It looked so wrong in my hands. I wanted to change that. I was tired of being the 'new' me. As I have begun referring to myself as. I was... different before. Not letting on as innocent as I really was. And the clumsy thing? Eh, I used to be. But I came out of that stage when I began my training. Now, I just try to be. Which works out well, obviously, if I have even vampires fooled.

Speaking of vampires...

Did Alice see this?

No, no... she couldn't have. I haven't made any decisions really... well, any conscious decisions. No, I don't think she did. I certainty hope not at least.

I continued sitting in the middle of my room, in the middle of looking at the boxes and bags under my bed that I never got around to unpacking, and pondered it for a moment. I really don't believe she did. Besides, if she did I have no doubt she would have called or would have been here by now.

I have to admit, it kind of gets annoying. You know, being watched twenty-four seven? Either by Edward, Alice, and hell, even Carlisle. All because I'm a 'danger magnet' supposedly. I rolled my eyes before setting the gun back into the black duffel bag I had pulled out from under my bed. Upon looking in it I noticed some of my other toys.

Several Firestars from my Star Firearms Series.

The Firestar series is a group of small, compact pistols designed for concealed carry. These are interesting in several ways. First of all, in that they are a true series. Not one was emerged over time as other variants were introducted, but a series conceived and sold all at the same each offered small, single-stack pistols in 9 mm Parabellum, .40 S&Wand .45 ACP, and a double-column — but otherwise identical — 9 mm as well.
Secondly, these are a mix of mechanical features. Though constructed firmly in the modern era, they are still single action. Slide rails are inverted, and the locking system is generally of the most modern styling, with coned barrels which did not otherwise emerge until the M31 and Megastar. The trigger system is, however, almost identical to that of the classic series, even forsaking the removable backstrap of the modern series pistols.

My favorites are the models 43 and 40. Which are mechanically identical, and in fact almost all parts are interchangeable, the only difference is in caliber. The M43 is in 9 mm Parabellum/Luger and the M40 is in .40 S&W. It should be noted that, unlike the M31 in .40, and many other early .40 caliber pistols, the M40 is perfectly reliable.

Next, my second favorite, the Browning Hi-Power. Which is a single action, 9mm semi-automatic handgun. It is based on a design by American firearms inventor John Browning- hence the name. But the Hi-Power has two flaws: The standard trigger pull is heavy, especially for a single-action pistol. In addition, the pistol has a tendency to "bite" the web of the my hand, between the thumb and forefinger. This bite is caused by pressure from the hammer spur, or alternatively, by pinching between the hammer shank and grip , its ability to hold 13 rounds of ammunition, nearly double that of the Colt M1911 made it very desirable as a military-issue pistol.

There was more, but I knew that Edward was going to be here soon to I quickly zipped it back up and shoved it under the bed, behind a few other bags so it wouldn't be found.

I stood and made my way closer to the mirror, my mind wondering back to how much I have changed.

I ran my fingers through my waist length dull brown hair. I really need to change that. I have scissors in the bathroom, I'm sure. But do I really want to?

Before I really made my decision I headed towards the bathroom. My eyes easily catching everything around me in one glance. I could hear Charlie shouting at the television down the stairs and the hum of a game on it.

I opened the bathroom drawer and grabbed the hair cutting scissors, and hesitated slightly before grabbing a cloth and wetting it, too. I spared a glance at the clock by the stairs before making my way back into my room and shutting the door soundlessly behind me.

Five twenty-three. Good. Edward isn't supposed to be here for another forty three minutes.

I sat in front of the mirror, Indian style, and knew what I wanted instantly. I wanted it around shoulder length. Not to mention black. Yes, jet black.

First, though, I ran the wet cloth over my wrist and thumb revealing my tattoo that I hide everyday. It was a unique pattern of swirls and squares. I remember getting it perfectly. As if it was yesterday.

I hopped up into the big black chair and leaned back to look up at the tattoo artist's face.

David was his name. He was big. In between muscle and fat, but mostly muscle. He had a few tattoo, himself. I wondered absentmindedly if he did then himself.

The room was darker than I expected, the windows were tented too. But there was a light above me. It reminded me of the ones in the doctor's office. It was probably as bright, too.

"So you got any kids, David?" I tried to make small talk. He paused what he was doing and didn't say anything for a while. Then he brought what looked like a gun over with needles.

"Yeah, I do, Isabella." His voice was deep and rich. He actually seemed like a nice man. I doubt he had any idea who I really was.

"How many?"

"Of my own?" Well, yeah.

"Yes."

"I have one. My wife has four, though."

"Wife?"

"Yeah, her name is Ida." I could hear the love and adoration in his voice.

"The names... different." I said. Never actually heard the name Ida before.

He chuckled. "My sister's name is Georgette. And her daughters name is Kiann. Unusual names. It runs in the family I suppose."

"Kiann... that's very different." I giggled. "What she like? As different as her name?"

"Oh, yes. No one really understands her. She's very independent and secretive. It's almost as if she leads a whole 'nother life. And most of the time she's in her own little world- or at least she wants us to think so. And most do. She's an excellent liar and very observant. It's kinda weird how observant she is."

"Really?" I was surprised. He just practically described me.

He nodded then jerked his chin over my shoulder.

"There's a picture of her there. She's the one with the baby. It's not her's though, a friends. She not old enough to have a kid yet." A menacing tone had caught in his voice and I felt sorry for whoever got her prego, married or not.

The girl, Kiann, was really pretty, green eyes, gold hair and a soft smile on her lips. She did look like someone who was very observant.

She was staring directly at camera, holding a baby in pink perfectly. It appeared to be asleep. She appeared to be slightly leaning forward, maybe rocking the baby...?, her gold hair was cute at her shoulders in choppy layers. Her lips were upturned at the corners only slightly. You could hardly tell, though.

The only flaw was that she had a slight distant look in her eye.

"She's beautiful."

"She is. Spitting image of her mom. Except her hair. That's her fathers. You know, she watched her father murdered in front of her. I'm not too sad about it. He wasn't a very nice man. Abused my sister. She divorced him and he came after her still. But she, Kiann, managed to talk him into going home. He said he only would if she came. He always spoke highly of Kiann. Obviously, she was his favorite. And I don't see why not. She beautiful, popular, smart, and not just book smart- street smart too. She always manages to keep a calm head, unlike her brothers or father, and is a very collected person. She wants to be a lawyer when she grows up.

"You really love her, don't you?"

"I do."

I smiled as he finished up washing my hand and wrist with alcohol and everything.

The tattoo didn't hurt, more felt like an warm itching. Annoying really. The only part that hurt, but not terribly so, was when it crossed the tendon. It didn't last long, though.

"You have high pain tolerance." David commented.

"Thank you?" It came out as more a question than a statement, but oh well.

I grabbed my wide toothed comb from the dresser without looking and then turned back to the mirror. I combed my hair smooth and tangle free and began cutting.

I shook my hair out and looked in the mirror. It was now shoulder length, and layered. I loved it. But it still needed one thing.

The dye.

But it'll have to wait because Edward will be here in... ten minutes. I quickly left my room and wandered into the bathroom, where I put away the scissors and reapplied the make up to my wrist.

Perfect.

I sashayed down the stairs and grabbed the broom from the cleaning supplies closet (Charlie had thought it was another pantry.) and headed back upstairs after chirping a 'hello dad' to Charlie.

I opened and shut the door behind me and cleaned up fast. I left and dumped all my hair that I cut off into the trash can by the toilet and reentered my room. I speculated it quickly as the door rang.

Shit. I didn't even hear the car pull up.

Of course I didn't, the engine is practically silent. That's reasonable.

"Bells! Door!" I heard Charlie call.

"Got it!" He never bothered to answer the door, now. It was always Edward or Alice for me. Besides, he didn't like Edward very much. Ever since the Phoenix accident with James. He blames him. Ha-ha. Well, at least it wasn't me that the blame rests on, I'm good.

I hopped down the stairs, taking them two at a time. It wasn't because I was excited. Actually I'd much rather spend the night alone. But I had a small adrenalin rush. I get those from time to time, thinking of anything to do with my missions and my past life.

When I got the door I turned the knob and greeted Edward.

"Hey, Edward." I smiled at him.

"Hello, love." He grinned crookedly. Then he walked in and to the stairs, murmuring hello to Charlie, also. I watched him for a moment, still standing by the door.

His arms swayed, simultaneously, back and forth, as his stilt-like legs seemed to be carrying him from the door to the staris; mechanically in motion one leg thrust forward as the other tried, rhythmically, to catch up. He seemed distracted my something.

Edward paused halfway to the stairs, confusion settled on his face.

"Coming, love?"

"Right, yeah." I muttered as I slammed the door and sauntered past him, up the stairs.

When we got to my room he went and sat in 'his' rocking chair.

"What would you like to do, Love?" He asked, grinning at me.

What the hell? Has it really took him at least this long to notice my hair? And I repeat, what the hell? I think I'm gonna give him a clue. Besides aren't vampires supposed to be observant? I guess not.

"Notice anything different, Edward?" I asked sweetly.

His brow furrowed as he looked around the. Then his eyes landed on me, and finally, fucking finally, he noticed.

His eyes widened in surprise and he began to blink rapidly.

"You- You got your hair cut!"

"No. I cut it myself."

"It's... short..." He trailed off. That's all? Nothing like, oh 'I like it'. 'It's nice'. Or 'you look great!' Even a fake one would do. But seriously. 'It's short'?

"Short." I repeated, narrowing my eyes.

"Yeah. And it looks beautiful." He smiled and dragged his saucers from hair to my eyes. Staring, and grinning crookedly. After a moment it got awkward and I raised an eyebrow.

Was he trying to dazzle me...?

My raised eyebrow turned into a glare and he averted his eyes to his shoes. Boots. They're ugly. And now I feel the need to voice my opinion.

"Edward?"

"Yes, love?" He looked back at me.

"When did you get those... boots..."

He frowned, in concentration or at me, I have no idea.

"Not too long ago... a few decades, maybe?" A few decades? Damn. That kinda makes him sound like a pedophile... fucking decades... wow.

"Um... I'm gonna call Alice, kay?"

"Why?" He asked suspiciously.

I smiled at him innocently. "Girl talk. And I miss her."

He shrugged, buying it, and looked towards under my bed.

I walked over to my nightstand and picked up the cellphone Alice had bought me and pressed the third speed dial. One was Edward, two Carlisle, three her, four Charlie, and finally, five, her home phone.

It rang once and then her musical voice filled my ears.

"Hello, Bella!"

"Hey, Alice!"

"How are you?" She chirped, sweetly.

"I'm doing good, actually. I have a few questions though." I smiled into the phone. I haven't really spoken to Alice lately, sure we make small talk a school and stuff, but never have a good conversation anymore.

"Okay! Fire away, then!"

"First of all," I held the phone away, knowing she'd still hear me and hoping to prepare my ears for the onslaught that was soon to come. "Can we go shopping tomorrow?"

Her squeals sounded through the room and I looked over my shoulder to Edward watching the phone and I, amused. I rolled my eyes toward him and he chuckled good naturally back.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I had a vision you would ask me, but even I didn't believe it! I never thought I'd see the day! OMC, OMC, This is wonderful!" She sang.

I merely laughed.

"Can we go now?" She asked anxiously. By now I had returned the phone to my ear.

"How about tomorrow- when we have all day."

"OK! Oh, wait... Jasper wants to talk to you!"

I was puzzled. Why would he want to talk to me? Shit, is he made because I made his wife excited?

"Hello?" Jasper's voice called softly, weaving around me musically.

Well, I guess I'm about to find out.

"Hey there, Jasper. What do ya need?"

"I just wanted to thank you, Bella, for making my wife so happy. That was sweet." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Well, seriously, it's not a problem. Wow, I thought I was in trouble." I giggled. And I could hear Alice giggling as well.

"No, no. Nothing like that." He laughed.

"Okay, Bella! I'll be there around nine tomorrow!" Alice said. Well, I think that its' safe to say they have me on speakerphone...

"Bye!" She chirped.

"Later," I murmured and we hung up simultaneously.

"Okaay." I sighed out.

"You know, Love, that was incredibly sweet of you." Edward breathed into my neck. His cool breath whispering against my skin, giving me a chill. I shivered slightly.

"So I've been told," I told him dryly, referring to Jasper. Edward chuckled almost silently.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and began peppering my neck and shoulders with butterfly kisses. His hands wandered down, softly rubbing my hips and thighs.

Now, you'd expect me to get horny or some shit. But I knew, oh boy did I know, that he would stop, as soon as I turned around and kissed his lips. Or anywhere else.

And that annoyed me to no end.

"I'm going to bed." I stated, standing up.

"It's only seven..." Edward was confused. To my statement, or my actions, I'm not sure.

"So? I wanna get up early. I have to go shopping with Alice."

"But... Aren't you going to take a shower at least?" He asked.

Hmm... a nice long soak in the bath did sound nice...

"Yeah. When do I not?"

"True." He muttered.

I grabbed a night shirt and my bag of toiletries before heading into the bathroom and shutting and locking the door. I turned on the water and made sure it was warm before I added my bath soaps. I stripped and slid in slowly. The water doing wonders on my skin. I was a little sore from working at the Newtons all day today. Well, my feet are from standing. I sighed at I lowered my self under the water.

I got out when I was pruned and wrapped the towel around me and set to drying my hair. Wouldn't want Edward to bitch about his shirt getting wet. When I was done I slid on my gray and pink night shirt that went to my thighs from Victoria Secret. Courtesy of Alice.

But I had to admit, the cotton felt nice against my creamy skin.

I opened the bathroom door, the chilly air hitting me immediately, and shivered. My feet whispered across the floor quietly and I paused outside the door. I could hear Edward's velvety voice talking fast. To who? I'm guessing someone on the phone. I could only catch a few words.

"But- Rosie- Bella- Later- Hunting- No- No- Emmett?-" Chuckle, "Don't know- Later- Later- Really?- Lucky- Surprise"

What the hell? I assume he's either talking to Emmett or Rosalie because he sure ain't talking to me. I bet on Emmett, considering Rosalie and Edward don't get along very well... But why in the world would he call her Rosie? Is he talking about someone else? Another vampire? Or maybe I heard wrong.

My mind was going over hundred miles an hour, I'm sure of it. But I couldn't seem to think straight.

I heard him say bye to whoever and opened the door automatically. An innocent smile plastered on my face.

Ever heard the expression, 'Like a deer in headlights?' Well that would be an understatement here. I made my smile waver some.

"Whats wrong, Edward?" I asked sweetly.

"What did you hear of that?" He asked sharply, ignoring my question.

"Hear of-" I made myself glance down at his hands where his cell phone rested.

"Oh. I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" I avoided the question easily. His expression relaxed and I sensed slight relief.

"No, Love, of course not." He smiled. "Ready for bed?"

I nodded and hopped next to him, laying my head on his chest before he pulled the covers over my head.

"Edward?" I mumbled sleepily. I really was tired. I didn't get much sleep last night, a nightmare.

"Yes, love?"

"Will you wake me up around seven?"

"Of course. Would you like me to sing to you?"

"Yes, please." He had a beautiful voice, who was I to deny that I like to listen to it?

"Okay," He said softly before beginning to sing a soft that sounded slightly french. But I didn't recognize it.

Soon darkness overtook me and I feel asleep.

I wasn't sure what woke me at first, I just knew something did. I don't normally wake up in the middle of the night for some reason.

It was then I realized I was sweating, warm. And I knew, without moving nor opening my eyes, Edward was no longer in my bed.

I contemplated getting my gun... but that wouldn't hold of a vampire. Maybe a flame thrower though. Gonna have to get my hands on one now...

I felt a slight breeze hit me at the same time I heard my window creak. I had a feeling, one I get often, that told me to stay put. Like a kick in the gut. Sometimes it doesn't tell me to stay put- sometimes it's 'Don't say a word' or 'I should move'. I heard my window creak again as the breeze went away. I'm assuming it was now shut. I waited patiently for something to happen. Nothing did. For a while.

Then I felt my bed dip down as added weight was, well, added. Slowly I was shifted so I was laying on a cool, marble chest. I breathed in the scent.

Fuckin' Crisp Winter Air. And, rose carnations and lavender?

Edward, sort of.

But normally he doesn't smell like roses and fuckin' other flowers. Weird. But...

Why did he leave?

I peeked my eyes open slightly and noticed that his clothes were the same. So he didn't change...

But why?

I felt my eyes droop slightly.

I'll find out tomorrow.

But right now, I'm so tired...

So, remember. Ask Alice who else smells like lavender and rose carnations...

So, what do you guys think? Like it? Love it? Hate it? NEED REVIEWS TO CONTINUE.

By the way, I'd like a beta. Any offers...?

I'm not going to tell you who Bella is paired with because it will ruin part of the plot... so yeah. Sorry, please don't ask :)

Actually, if you ask in REVIEW form I may tell you... lol.

Here is where I got my info:

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.org/wiki/Browning_Hi-Power

So yeah, I'm no Gun expertise. I mean, I know some. Which I how I knew what to look for. Like I know a bit about Firestars (It's a nice gun, really) and Browning, (Which are better) (:

Yeah, and I'm no assassin either. That's my uncle.

Jkjk lol.

I have a banner or two I made and a Bella on my profile. Check em out. Oh, outfit on my polyvore along with pictures of the guns. They're on the same page :)

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