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Chapter Two- Kidnapping

EPOV

When I had a job, I usually had to be by my computer within fifteen minutes. I bought the entire bottle of Jack Daniel's just for the hell of it because, with my salary, I can buy just about anything. Aro, the bastard that he is, is also uncharacteristically generous with me. His other assassins, Jasper Whitlock and Emmett McCarty, didn't earn nearly as much as me.

I didn't even bother with a glass as I sat down in front of my humble laptop, an HP. As it booted up, I took a long swig of the alcohol and savored the slow burning I felt in my throat. I stored it away above the refrigerator for future use.

I typed in my twenty five character password to unlock my computer and then another twenty five character password to get onto my email. If anyone ever got onto my computer… there would be hell. I saw that I had a message from Dad.

Edward:

The job is to get rid of Charlie Swan's daughter, Isabella Marie Swan. Though she prefers to be called "Bella".

"Chief Swan," I muttered to myself. He was the local police chief here. Who knew he was involved with Aro?

They live at 573 Woodly Drive. Forks, Washington. Zip Code: 98331 (I made this up. It's not actually anyone's address. Well, I Googled the zip code but that's it.) It's a small house. He's leaving for a false meeting in Port Angeles around 7:30. That should give you plenty of time to get her out of the house and work your magic. Leave a note or something this time, will you?

Carlisle

Also, I've included a picture. Hopefully I got the attachment thing right this time.

I clicked open a picture of a laughing girl. She was pretty, I guess, but average. Average brown hair, average brown eyes, and weird pouty lips.

I pulled the phone out of my pocket and held down the number two. I bounced my knee up and down as I waited for Carlisle's response.

"Edward?" he asked, not bothering with a greeting

"Carlisle, who is this Bella?" I asked, looking closely at the girl on the screen. Little bursts of colors filled my vision and I leaned away quickly. "She's Swan's daughter? What did she do?" She must have found something. Something bad. Sometimes the children can be trusted with little nothings, but other times, most of the time, they had to be killed.

"He's got relations to Aro," Carlisle explained. "Swan pissed him off and now he's retaliating." By using me to murder his innocent child?

Fury filled me the second I heard him. She knew nothing! This girl was completely innocent and I would have to kill her. Jessica found out what her father was doing so she had to be gone. That Lauren chick stumbled onto the crack that was in the basement. But this Bella Swan? Completely clean.

"That's fucking ridiculous! I don't want to kill an innocent girl!" I yelled.

"Shut up! You made this commitment and you'll stick to it! You have to have this done by the time Charlie Swan gets back from that meeting. It takes him forty-five minutes to get there. When he realizes it was fake, he'll drive like a madman to get back, therefore only taking him a half hour. You've got one hour and fifteen minutes from 7:30 PM to kill the girl. Did you get that?" he said. I looked at the clock. 7:15.

"Yes, I've got it," I repeated in a dead voice. "Now I've got to go murder someone. Aren't I the son you've always wanted?" I hung up before he could respond. I quickly put my phone on silent and grabbed my bag.

I rushed out to my pride and joy, my baby, the Volvo S60R. Ah, yes. This guy had to be vacuumed a lot from all the hair flying everywhere. Leave no evidence was Carlisle's constant refrain.

I drove over to the Swan place and parked a good couple of blocks away behind a small grouping of trees. I pulled out my favorite handgun, a CZ 75b. (Ugh. I felt like a creeper searching for guns on Google.) I sighed, resigned to the girl's fate. This was the last thing I wanted to do.

Why had I ever sworn my life to the Italian Drug Dealers? Anyone who knew had to die. That was the first thing I had been told and still I had done it! I knew I might have to kill women and children and teenagers and grown fucking men and I still did it! I was such an idiot at seventeen. And now… look where I am. I'm stuck in a job where killing people are a daily thing. Where it's common for assassins like me to get thrown in jail.

I realized that my little internal rant had caused me to miss the Swan house.

"Shit," I muttered and doubled back, jogging and looking at the address. Finally, I came to a small house with white siding and a rusty mailbox with the numbers 573 carefully painted on. It was time.

I ran around to the back where there was a huge cedar tree growing. I quickly scaled the side and looked into the first window I came to. It was a small, yellow, lacey room with a few expensive touches. A genuine Gucci purse here, a snazzy looking digital camera there… all very nice. But there were no pictures or posters or anything that hinted at an actual human being living there. I furrowed my brow.

Then a girl, about 5'6, danced into the room, singing some pop song.

Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
really really wanna zigazig ha.

If you want my future you better forget my past,
If you wanna get with me better make it fast,
Now don't go wasting my precious time,
Get your act together we could be just fine

God damn it; she was singing the Spice Girls. Maybe I wouldn't mind killing her after all.

She picked up some silky pajamas from the floor and grabbed some plastic bag from the cream colored desk on the far side of the room, shaking her butt the entire time. I fought the urge to vomit up my scotch.

When she came back from the bathroom, now freshly showered, her Dad came up and knocked on her door, obviously telling her he had a meeting to go to. She nodded and looked sad, though I could tell the expression was fake. And, sure enough, as soon as we heard his car drive away, she broke into a huge smile and started singing again.

What an obnoxious girl. Swan probably gives her anything she wants and she still doesn't like him.

That doesn't change the fact that she's innocent! My conscious screamed at me. I sighed.

I knocked on her window. She stopped singing and looked around, her eyes passing right over me. I knocked again.

She huffed and stormed over to the window. "GET AWAY YOU STUPID RACCOONS!" she yelled.

"I'm not a raccoon," I whispered creepily, hoping to freak her out. She screamed loudly and backed away from the window.

"Mike! I thought we agreed we wouldn't do this on Tuesdays!" she whimpered, clutching at her heart. I swung into her window and landed nimbly on my feet.

"I'm not Mike either."

"Fuck," she breathed, looking at me.

"Get up and pack some necessities," I commanded, hating myself more and more every minute.

She didn't.

"Now!"I yelled, withdrawing the gun from my pocket.

She yelped and jumped into action, withdrawing a fancy suitcase from underneath her bed.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't you have a duffel bag or something?" She put the suitcase back and fled into her closet, withdrawing a pink Nike gym bag. She began stuff bras and underwear and socks into it immediately. She moved onto shirts and pants, then grabbed a coat and a few sweatshirts. Then she flung a party dress in there.

"That's not a necessity."

She sighed and took it out, instead opting for her bathroom bag and a sock full of cash from under her mattress.

"Good. Now get some paper and write a note telling your father you've run away forever or some shit like that. And make it short," I tacked on.

She nodded wordlessly and began writing. I read over her shoulder.

Dad,

I know I may not have looked it but I do love you. You are the best Dad in the world but I can't stand living in this town anymore.

It's too green and small and I know it's perfect for you, but it will never be perfect for me.

Just let me go, Charlie.

Love, your daughter, Bella.

We moved downstairs and she placed the note on the table.

"So now what?" she said bitterly. "You going to kill me? You're probably the same one that killed cousin Jessica. Not that I minded. Good job."

"Why is that good" I asked as I pushed her out the door and towards the woods.

"Because she was a bitch."

"Ah."

We trudged along in silence for a while. Never had this been so easy for me. Well, physically. Inside I was falling apart.

"Why aren't you fighting me? You could be trying to run away," I asked.

"You would catch me for one thing. And I'm trying to figure out why you're going to kill me."

"It's not my decision. Okay, this is a good spot," I chuckled to myself. I felt like I was picking a camping ground.

She dropped the duffel bag on the ground and turned to face me with her eyes wide open.

"Could you… close your eyes or something? That's creepy," I implored, trying to look away from her brown eyes. She only opened them wider and folded her arms in an act of defiance.

I looked at the innocent girl before me and I tried to shoot, I really did, but I couldn't. The girl, though slightly bitchy, had a fire within her that I didn't want to extinguish. She had done nothing wrong.

God damn me and my conscious.

"You know what? I'm not going to do this. Come with me, Bella Swan."

Well, that's chapter two! Can you guess what Edward is going to do with her? Please review. I'm asking for at least ten this time, please!