Resurrecting Rivalries
xStarletx
A.N: Well here we are the Part two! I bet you guys are EXCITED! Well I bet Dark Deceiver will be =P For anyone else who likes the story here you are. Don't forget to review!
Chapter 1
Things hadn't gone right for Bella since Raven's death, it was like the gods of Karma were punishing her for relishing in the death of someone who had been so good to her. Edward had left her, months ago after her brother Jasper attacked her and she hadn't seen him since. Later on she had learnt about Jacob's dark secret. He was a werewolf, nothing could surprise her now. Then there was Victoria and Laurent's revenge attack which Jacob and his band of werewolf brother put a stop too, of course Victoria got away. Again. On a particularly quite day, nothing too eventful had happened up until that moment Alice appeared in her room.
"He thinks you killed yourself Bella, he's gone to the Vampire Court to join you in death. They're the only ones who can do it. If he shows himself in the sunlight, they'll kill him." Alice explained. Without a second thought or doubt, Bella was on a plane to Italy.
"What if we don't get to him in time?" Bella questioned Alice.
"We've got a back up plan." Alice clarified.
"What is it?"
"We got help."
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Tracking down the Black Fallen had been entirely impossible, this assassin for higher didn't have a local haunt. Many tales had been told about this person, none knew the gender, and merely referred to the creature as The Fallen. Rosalie had been contracted to search for The Fallen, for this maybe the only way to stop Edward's foolish and hasty decision to die if Bella could not be proven to actually be alive. Rosalie had been given a piece of cloth at the last bar she had entered, she was told to follow the scent to the actually location of her quarry. Almost every house in the city was marked, making Rosalie's life a living hell. But that was how she found herself at the Rookery, a small Irish style pub, known for it's link to the Volturi and many other mystical creatures. Upon entering the pub Rosalie noticed that the scent was inside, but most definitely not outside, it was the only structure on the street that was not marked. Rosalie boldly stepped up to the bar.
"I'm look for The Fallen." She cried over the hubbub. Everything immediately went silent, the lighting was dim and most of the inhabitants were in the shadows, but Rosalie knew that every eye was on her. The Bar tender said nothing but pointed to a set of stairs. Rosalie shrugged and headed to them, the sign said VIP Lounge, the big buy standing in the way let her pass when she showed him the piece of garment she had been forced to purchase. At the top of the stairs she found a plush room, sofas lined the walls, small tables sat in the middle of the room, and in the shadowed corner a hooded person looked over the pub in enchanted windows, see through on one side and opaque on the other, it looked like wood to Rosalie when she walked in.
"I'm looking for The Fallen." Rosalie repeated to the figure.
"What do you need her for?" The hooded figure asked. Rosalie paused, a girl huh? This was her type of woman.
"My brother is going to allow the Volturi to kill him, I need you to help us stop him." Rosalie demanded.
"If he wants to die, stopping him here will have no effect on the out come, eventually he will die, by the Volturi's hands or his own. But I suppose you'd prefer his own." The hooded figure taunted. The British accent and the voice sounded familiar, but Rosalie was too furious to take notice or to care. Rushing forward she swiped at the back of the figure, but the image merely vanished.
"That is not the way to ensure that I take an interest in your plight." The voice jeered. Rosalie hissed in anger.
"You can't let him die!"
"Oh, but I can. I have no personal tie to this brother of yours. What will it matter to me if there is one less Vampire in the world?" The voice reasoned.
"You know I'm a Vampire?"
"Logic my dear, your brother chose the Volturi for his death, that and you reek of the smell." The voice deduced. Rosalie whirled around the room trying to pinpoint where the voice was coming from.
"Show me yourself." Rosalie demanded. The voice laughed at her.
"Darling, you wouldn't be able to handle it. How much are you willing to give me to ensure your brother's life doesn't end tomorrow?" The voice inquired.
"They say your price is five thousand Euros." Rosalie replied.
"No, my price varies, it depends on what I have to do, or how much the object is of value. So the question is, is Edward Cullen worth five thousand Euros?" The voice requested. Rosalie stilled in her search.
"How do you know my brother's name?" asked.
"Again, mere logic, Rosalie. It is my business to know what competing forces are up to. I know that one Edward Cullen is scheduled for execution tomorrow, only, of course, if he decides to show himself in the light. I know that this Edward is mourning for a lost love, a human I presume, I know that you are one of a seven person coven. I know where you're staying, I know that Edward was forced to leave his human lover and that her death has affected him severely. I also know that he is the reason my sister is dead." The voice explained.
"Morwen?" Rosalie whispered, her voice wavering slightly.
"If you want that heartless creature to live, and I have no idea why you would, you will leave an envelope with fifteen thousand Euros in it on you balcony. If I decide to be generous the envelope will be gone in the morning. If it is still there, I obviously have decided to not give a flying fig about the fate of that traitorous monster." Morwen ordered.
"Fifteen thousand? But that's triple the regular price!" Rosalie cried outraged.
"GET OUT!" Morwen roared, uncharacteristically frightened, Rosalie fled the room.
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Sitting across from the Cullen's relatively large apartment, Jann, Nick and Morwen were surveying the scene. The Cullen's were arguing amongst each other, Alice wasn't in the group, or the immediate vicinity.
"I don't like this." Jann snarled.
"I agree, this could blow our cover." Nick second.
"You're just a bunch of worry warts." Morwen shrugged off.
"I still say no, we shouldn't accept this mission. They've gone for Bella, let them deal with it. If Edward, and say Bella were to die in the crossfire then I say we have a celebratory party." Jann offered.
"Here, Here!" Nick agreed. Morwen rolled her eyes.
"If she's late, which I have a feeling she will be, he'll die." Morwen reasoned.
"So friggen what? So he dies? Big whoop! I'll personally be very happy." Jann cried.
"No, you'll be upset you didn't kill him yourself." Nick teased.
"Then we should save him, only to allow Jann to kill him." Morwen concluded.
"No not fair!" Both Jann and Nick cried. Morwen silenced them, Carlisle had appeared on the balcony, his head swiveled back and forth as he searched the everlasting darkness for any sign of their little band of outlawed assassins. When he couldn't see or sense her he turned his back and walked away. Morwen waited a few minutes until she was certain no one was by the window. She drew her cloak around herself an launched herself into the air, she flew across the space between her and balcony and landed on the railing. She held her hand out and the envelope whipped into her grasp, with lightening quickness she was off the railing and back to rooftop she had been recently residing on.
"Put it back." Jann ordered.
"Why, it's fifteen thousand Euros?" Morwen argued.
"They're honestly paying us that outrageous amount?" Nick asked. Morwen handed him the envelope, it was bursting with euro bills. He took out a few of the bills the smell of freshly cut money wafted through the air.
"Wow, it's all here. All that dough… so many chew toys." Nick murmured sniffing the bills.
"And cat nip! And pet mice I can play with!" Jan purred.
"I'm not digging mouse heads out of the floor boards so that's a no to the pet mice." Morwen ordered. Jann growled in disappointment.
"So we're taking this assignment?" Nick asked for clarification.
"Seems like it." Morwen mused.
"I don't like it. This is going to end horribly. It won't take him long to figure it out." Nick warned.
"You're over estimating his brain power." Morwen stated.
"That's true the boy thinks with the brain between his legs." Jann agreed.
"So we're doing this? Honestly, truly, taking their money, doing this?" Nick asked once again.
"Yes." Morwen clarified. Nick sighed.
"Am I the only one who thinks this is a horrible idea?" Nick asked. He wasn't answered, no one was listening to him or on the roof anymore.
"Hey wait up!" Nick cried, launching himself into the darkened streets below.
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