I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT OR NEW MOON

-DISCLAIMER

G.P.O.V

Today is my birthday, October 17. This makes ten years since I left him. Now I'm 27 and living in a condo in the heart of Manhattan. I sit in my big black leather chair in a dark corner of my living room, hiding away from the dim light that shines on my coffee table in the middle of room. This day is always the same. It gets darks but not rain and that dim light always shines on that picture. In framed is the last picture we together. It was him and I lying on the floor of my room, facing each other, lost in each other eyes.

It makes me snicker at how we used to show off our big bright teeth.

But then that memory of me leaving him always has to appear in my mind. Seeing the tears stroll down his face for the first time my heart literally stop right then and there. It makes me mad that I did that to him. I want to burn that picture but that will be burning the last memory I have. I take gulp of a bottle of whisky. I slouched more into my chair and let the drink burn in my chest and close my eyes. I think about my career and how the clients' faces look when I put a bullet their brain. Being hired to kill someone or a hit-man, is really not a good profession. But in this case, taking lives is in my nature. I took another gulp and my cell phone began to ring. It was Emmanuel may assistant and companion. I turned him into a vampire so that he can protect himself. He tells me whose the client and where.

"It's my day off." I answered.

"Don't hang up. It's important. ..Trust me."

"I'm listening"

"This request was anonymous but you won't believe the area."

I sighed. Sometimes Emmanuel can be like an annoying bother that loves to show you pointless things that seem so special in their eyes

"Where?"

"Forks, Washington"

I dropped my bottle and ignored the breaking glass and whisky all over my floor. I tried hard to catch my breath but I was in my own world of racing memories until I heard Manny screaming into the phone.

"Hey you there!...Gwen, you oka-"

"Who's the client"

"You wanna take this one ... maybe it's too much."

"WHO'S THE CLIENT!"

" A.an Isabella Swan. She lives with her father Charlie Swan. The request was that both of them are to be exterminated. The dad's a cop, so I'm assuming that he put him away and now that he's out, he wants revenge."

" What about the kid"

"Age 18, white, brown hair, 5'4" about 115 pounds."

"Reason for extermination?"

" Request dated her."

"When's the next flight out."

"5:30"

I checked the clock. 5:20.

" Meet you in ten."

I hanged up the phone and before the door was slam shut, I was half way down six blocks.

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