Disclamer: No Own Twilight
The Safe House Chapter 2:
The men talked around me in a foreign dialect sounding rather European to me. They spoke to quickly for me to even pick upon and see if I knew any of the language. Instead I just sat there sobbing as I prayed both Uncle Phil and Jacob would be ok.
'Isabella Marie Swan?' The man who captured me asked in a thick Spanish accent. I nodded scared of what they would do to me. Hell I didn't even know what they wanted with me; did I piss someone at college off that bad that they felt the need to have me kidnapped? 'Where is the book?'
I looked up at him confused before stuttering 'B-Book?' the man nodded 'W-What book?'
A bullet embedded it's self in the leather seat less than an inch from my left thigh.
'Do not play dumb with us Miss Swan. We know your mother kept it inside the house.' The man with the gun said his accent just as thick. I was so confused, what had my mother got to do with this? A second later another bullet was shot a centimetre away from my right thigh this time.
'T-The only books are her romance novels!' I said quickly shaking in fear 'I-In the house on the top shelf!' The men shared a glance; communicating silently before the gunman barked something at the driver who made a U turn so quickly not only did I hear a chorus of car horns but I was thrown almost violently into the sweaty armpit of the muscular man.
We sped back down the road towards the house weaving through the cars in midday traffic in downtown Phoenix. Once onto a quieter road the back window smashed into pieces as two bullets whizzed into the car ploughing into the backs of the heads of the two men in front of me. I had neither time nor enough room to guard my face from the back splash of blood that hit me in the face. I was so frozen in shock as the car came to a sudden stop that I didn't notice the third bullet smash into the muscular man's head. However this time I didn't get the blood backsplash.
'Miss Swan?' A woman's voice asked from my other side. I turned shakily to the voice expecting the same fate as the owners of this car. A small and petite young woman with spiked black hair almost pixyish looked at me blue eyes shining. I nodded and her eyes filled with relief as she mopped the blood from my face. 'I'm Agent Alice Cullen I've been assigned to protect you.'
