Disclaimer: "Edward is mine, on my dreams, on my fantasies, and on my heart."– Dama da Noite.

Chapter One.

I opened my eyes and saw nothing but darkness. It lasted a few seconds to see where I was. I looked around and recognized that I was at my house, laying on my luxurious and comfortable bed. I sighed when I remembered that my vacation will end in one week from today. Is there anything else worse than work? I mean, Is there anything else worse than hidden work? Where you can't share what did you do to your 'outsiders' friends, when you always have to think about an excuse like; I always says I work translating on business, and that's why I have so much money, because it's not everyone who can do it well. Pretty stupid, isn't it?

My name? Isabella Swan. But call me Bella if you don't want to have a grievous death in minutes. What do I work with? FBI agent. That's why I'm so violent, I just want to defeat my opponent and win another fight. No no no. I lied, I just talk like that to terrify people. Há gotcha! Okay, in few seconds I completely changed the subject. I always do that. So anyways, I am joyfully going back to sleep because it is only 5:30 in the morning and...

'ring ring' – Why does this damned phone has to ring right now?

While I walked downstairs to answer it, I was thinking about billions of tortures to say to this individual person. I didn't even look at the ID number, because if I do it, I would probably duplicate the tortures to whoever was it.

"I don't care who is it, I just want a good reason to you to call me at 5:30 A.M!" – I really scare people on the phone when I just had woke up. I wasn't mad to the one calling me, but I have to feign it, right?

"Oh well, my good reason is to tell you that tomorrow we're going to London." – Never mind about the tortures. I would recognize this voice anywhere. It was Alice, my little annoying best friend. She's so... Wait! Did she say I am going to London- England, tomorrow? But– WHY?

"Why? What the hell are you talking about, Alice? We still have one week of vacation! I don't want to go–"

"Stop whining! Jacob want to talk to us right now, that's the only reason to me to call you that early." – She seems mad, and I bet for how long she'll try to act like that with me.

"Okay Alice, now you can talk to me normally." – I heard a sigh come from the other line. See? I have known Alice practically for eight years. I know she doesn't stay mad at me for too long. Isn't that awesome? (No, it's not.)

"I'm sorry Bella, it's because I'm just mad as you are. I don't want to spend my whole week working instead of sleeping or having fun. I didn't even have time yet to go shopping!" – Now it was my turn to sigh. Doesn't she thinks about anything else besides shopping? Or making me as her Barbie?

"Do you know what Jake wants?" – She hesitated to answer. I don't know why, it's like she was trying to distract me on the phone, to me never ask this question. Is she hiding something from me?

"Alice? What's wrong?"

"Can you open the door? It's freezing outside." – W-what? What she's doing here? I ran to the door, forgetting about my look, that of course it was awful. I opened the door and shivered when the breeze touched my face. I let her come in, and stood behind her, waiting. I rang out the phone, and sighed, knowing she wouldn't say anything until I say something first.

"Well?" – I sat on the sofa, and crossed my legs, seeing if I can warm them on this way. She sighed and looked at me hopeless.

"We're going to spy a gang." – So? We already did worse than spying a gang. But she continued, pulling me away from my thoughts. "But it's not a normal gang, it's a Mafia. And one of the gangsters is... Edward Cullen." – My eyes widened. Edward Cullen? That's Alice's brother! For so long she is trying to find him! I have only a few memories of him. He is two years older than Alice, and when he was sixteen, he went away with his friends, and left her with my family. I consider her more than a best friend, I consider her as my little sister, even if she's about my age. She's too short for her age, I admit. I'm 5'4 and she's probably 4'11 or something like that. Edward and Alice have some things alike, like they are pale, their faces have the same features, and their eyes as I remember are... Gold. But sometimes Alice's eyes are black. I don't know why. My face was full of shock when I connected the facts. We'll have to kill her brother if he don't cooperate with us.

"Are we going to kill him? What is he going to do? Who are the other gangsters?" – I couldn't stop asking questions. I was confused, shocked, as she was.

"As I know, the others are Rosalie, Emmet, Edward and Jasper. Rosalie is the leader of the gang, they're going to the Museum of London and steal the original portrait of Leonardo da Vinci, it cost more than one billion dollars." – I rolled my eyes. Why does everyone wants to steal portraits, pictures or whatever? Isn't that already cliché? "... And they are going to export the portrait and the guns, all kinds of guns, bazookas, machine guns they stole from the army of New York." – Now I think they exaggerated. What they're going to do with all this crap? I have no idea what I could do with it. I would probably take one of them and change my walther P22 to a new one and take a machine gun, CETME model LC. Fair, isn't it?

"What the hell! Why do they want all that crap for?"

"They are doing all this, to catch our attention, they want revenge for the last time we killed James, Victoria and Laurent. They were part of the gang too." – Really? I don't care. If Edward wasn't Alice's brother, I would kill all of them, myself.

"Pretty stupid, they know we're going to win anyways. Why don't they just leave in peace and make life easier for us?" – I was upset. Now, because of them, I'll have to end my vacation today, and tomorrow go to England! Bastards.

"I don't know Bella, I don't know. Well, go get change, because Jake is waiting for us and– nice nightdress." – She smiled sarcastically when she noticed that my nightdress was short and... Sexy. (?!) "Who are you going to seduce today? Jake? It will work for him, you know how he is, he's–" – I cutted her off.

"Go to hell Alice. You know I just like him as a friend, no more than that." – I hissed while I was on the way to my bedroom. Of course she was following me.

"But he doesn't think that way." – She chuckled and I groaned. I don't care if she talks about Jake with me, but not about his crush on me.

"Too bad for him, I already told him that we're no more than friends." – She laughed, enjoying my disgrace. I changed quickly, too upset to think about a nice outfit. Alice frowned but didn't say anything. I brushed my hair and my teeth and took my jacket.

"Let's go." – She said and I locked the front door. I went to my gray Boxster RS 60 Spyder, and she went to her yellow Porsche 911 Carrera S Cabriolet. Both convertible. I swung the car around and went ahead, knowing she will be behind me in few seconds. It was raining, but I didn't care. I hit forty before I was on the road, and seventy before I made the corner. Everything now came to my head, for unknown reason. Charlie, Renée, all my old life that I left behind to start a new one as a agent. Tears rolled on my face, but I quickly cleaned them up with the back of my hand. I was distressed, because my sub-conscience was telling me, something may change my life in the future.

Hey guys! What's up? Well, this is my first fanfic in English, and I hope you all like it!

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