AN: I give complete credit to Bellice Fan. She supplied the idea for it and I am just writing it down for her. Also, unfortunately, the girls and Twilight do not belong to me. I would love to have billions of dollars, but I don't. Warning: This has some graphic scenes in it.

I give you My Knight and Her Steed

"No those are absolutely unacceptable." I stated firmly. The designs these amateurs were giving me were horrible. Not just that, they looked like a child threw something together and called it fashionable.

"But Ms. Brandon…" I raised a brow in challenge. He immediately shut his mouth and left in a hurry.

"Make sure you fix that trash!" I called after him. Realizing I didn't have my latte in my hand like I had asked ten minutes ago, I grew infuriated. "Where is my latte?" I shouted.

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I don't even know why I even bother with those insolent children who somehow managed to get a job with me. The Brandon Line had a rep to keep after all. I dug in my designer purse, the purse I had designed, for my keys and furrowed my brows. Where were my keys? I reached the alley way where I had parked my car and looked up.

"You said I would have six units of this! Where is it?" Quickly I dodged behind a few trashcans and crouched low to the ground. Terrified, I held my breath.

"You see James, I…" BANG! I jumped. The man howled.

"No excuses! None! Am I clear?" I heard a weak 'crystal' and he began to babble again. I heard another bang and silence. I felt something crawl over my foot and I looked down. There was a rat by my foot. I jumped again, covering my mouth with my hand and lost my balance and fell forward. The trashcans made a loud commotion. I gasped at the scene before me. The man had a hole through his head and blood. It was everywhere. That was when I noticed the man glaring at me.

"How much did you hear bitch?" Lost for words I stood up and backed into the wall behind me. He ran over to me and gripped my throat, holding me up above the ground. I felt my throat being constricted and I gasped desperately for air. His eyes were the blackest eyes I have ever seen. That will forever be engraved into my mind. His face was contorted into a ferocious sneer. I was about to pass out, but not without fighting. I clawed at his arm, causing lacerations. Soon enough, there were sirens. He dropped me and bolted down the alley way knocking over trashcans and scaled a chain link fence.

"Ma'am, I am Emmett Swan. I am with the FBI. Do you know who you just encountered?" he questioned.

"No I demand a lawyer. He needs to be put in jail immediately." Emmett looked taken aback by her high and mighty air and rubbed his neck.

"You are lucky to even be alive ma'am. Look, that was James Hunter. He is on America's Most Wanted list and now he knows your face. We need to get you into Witness Protection." Agent Swan or whatever his name said.

"No I will not go into some remote place away from my job. I will not." He sighed and gave her an ultimatum.

"Fine, but if you die, it's not on my hands. Then what about your job then?" He began to walk away, but fear struck me. Anyone taking my job but me, that was unfathomable.

"Alright, I will go…" I called. He peered down at me and smiled.

"Let's go to HQ." I got up on wobbly legs and followed him through the throng of police and their cruisers.