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Double-O-Vampire
BPOV
Edward decided that today would be a good time to take me back to Seattle for a so-called "romantic getaway". The city's crime rate had plummeted, so Charlie gladly agreed to an outing, since I had been bugging him for months. The police had taken to blaming various mobs and gangs for the crime wave, but we know the real reason, don't we ;).
Finally! I never thought I'd welcome the smell of car exhaust, or even the throngs of tourists in I Heart Seattle attire.
As we pulled in to the parking slot, Edward suddenly snapped around. I mean snapped ! If he would have been human, he'd be paralyzed.
"Don't move," he said, insistence burning deep within those golden eyes.
"Edwa.."
"Stop, shhhh," he whispered.
He was out of the car before the click of the door handle being pulled reached my ears.
It wasn't long before I was hyperventilating. Even something without superhuman hearing probably could have heard me from home.
So, I decided to follow Edward through the lot.
Amazingly, he was too preoccupied to realize that I was darting from car to car behind him.
He kept walking in a straight line, and then turned a corner around a warehouse building.
I followed, and stopped dead as I rounded the corner.
He wasn't there!
I listened very carefully, trying to control the fluttery feeling in my stomach, and the rapid acceleration of my breathing.
I heard voices, struggling with the English words they labored to produce through the thick fog of their accents.
And then, suddenly, an Edwardian reply, as welcome as, well, he was.
"I don't think that they have any inkling that we know about them as of now," he said.
I looked around, trying to convince myself that the voice was not his, that he was waiting for me at the car right now, or even better looking for me.
It didn't work.
I looked through the small glass pane, greened by the elements, set in the door. I saw only darkness.
I twisted the rusty knob, and stepped into the darkness, into Mobland.
EPOV
Bella was following me.
I could smell her from a mile off, but I hoped that she had the sense and trusted me enough to stay away.
I really planned to tell her as soon as we arrived; knowing she would have never agreed to come if I'd told her before we left. But they had their own lookouts, perched on the light pole above the car.
Stupid! I should have known, and my reaction before leaving probably didn't help to quell her curiosity.
Now I had no way to warn her, no way to protect her from this knowledge.
She walked in.
"Edward," she said, "what…who are these people?"
She was undoubtedly referring to the roguish bunch behind me. The brutes wielding various stolen automatic weapons, and perched on crates laden with various illegal goods.
"Who is she?" Boris Kreilienkue, the Seattle Russian mafia boss inquired in his thick, old-world accent.
"Bella, honey, I asked you to wait for me in the car!" I said, restraining my anger.
Damn her curiosity!
"I was scared," she said, "I wanted to be sure you were okay."
Her voice quavered, and rose in pitch.
"I believe I could handle myself in the event of trouble!" I replied, vehement.
I tried to communicate the need for secrecy, tried to force her to understand.
It worked, I could see on her face, she wouldn't divulge my secret, our secret.
"WHO.IS.SHE!" Boris shouted, startling poor Bells. He was not used to being ignored.
Once the dazed look had left her eyes, it was instantly replaced by one of fear. Fear of the high powered weapons now trained on her, and the laser dots flying around her chest like so many malicious fire-flies.
"Bella," I said, breaking her concentration, "do not scream."
I remembered how very vocal she could be.
"If I must ask you again Mr. Cullen, my annoyance will override my need for you!" Boris yelled again.
"She is my girlfriend, and acted as my cover to come here today after my last incident with Carlisle." I replied, my voice dripping with feigned respect.
"Well, in that case, GET HER OUT NOW!" Again, he screamed. He must have been ignored frequently as a child. Oh well, I could sort through his head later.
I had no choice but to watch as Bella…MY Bella…was manhandled (I may have put on a visible grimace) out the door.
