Title: The reign is calling murder

Word count: 987

Pairing: Edward/Angela

World: All human AU

Summary: They want me dead.

I inhaled the toxic smoke one more time before I flipped the cigarette across the parking lot. I was going to quit any day now, but with a death warrant on your head it seemed kind of pointless. A low buzzing sound erupted the quiet afternoon and my pocket started to vibrate. I pulled the cell out and repressed a sigh as I eyed the display.

"What the fuck is going on E? People are saying that you stole one million bucks form the boss and that anyone who puts a bullet through that thick scull of yours will be greatly rewarded," Emmett's voice was agitated as he spoke.

"The bitch tricked me! Bella said that she was in trouble and needed the money; she was going to give it back in a week. She has been AWOL for over a month and so has that fucking toy boy of hers Black. They are probably sipping drinks on some Caribbean island right now"

"No fucking way…."

As I was listening to Emmett's voice something swept by me to my left a swooshing sound then a bang as the car behind me was hit. The sound of metal splitting reached my ears. I dropped the phone and instinctively ducked down. The gravel scraped my hands as I crawled to the car in front of me for cover. A fucking sniper, maybe I should be proud that my scalp was worth so much that someone would bother to try to take me down with a silencer and a shotgun. My heart was pounding fast as I peeked around, trying to locate the shooter. I figured that he must be on one of the roofs of the houses across the parking lot. The sound of glass splitting and then a thousand pieces raining over my head. Fuck I had to get out of here. I started to crawl between the cars aiming for the narrow street further ahead. My breathing was shallow and pieces of glass had left scrapes on my bare arms making small trickles of blood form uneven patterns. I closed my eyes for one second calling on the God that had forsaken me years ago and then got to my feet making a run for it. My legs were moving at their own accord and adrenaline fueled my movements. There were sounds of bullets ricocheting, but none had hit me as I dove around the corner of the building in front of me. I stopped for a moment unsure what to do next. Would he follow me? As I was trying to catch my breath the sound of sirens approaching filled the air. Fuck not the cops; I was pretty sure that if there were reports of shooting and they found me they would find a way to pin it on me. I ran into an ally and hid behind some old trashcans. The sirens came closer and a police car stopped and two uniforms came out and started to search the area. I waited, hoping that they would concentrate on the parking lot. I saw them moving away from me and just as I was about to draw a breath of relief hands gripped me from behind and a pair of cuffs were placed around my wrists.

"Edward Cullen you are under arrest anything you say can and will be used against you."
I looked up and saw a man and a woman dressed in black flashing their badges in my face, fucking FBI badges.

I eyed the woman sitting in the driver's seat. The man had stayed behind talking to the uniforms. The woman's black hair was fasten in a strict bow, and she was wearing the power suite the feds always wore but behind her glasses I saw a pair of eyes I had never forgotten.

"Those handcuffs aren't too tight are they Cullen?" She said a smile playing on her lips.

"A cop huh Weber? Daddy must be proud looking down from heaven," I said surprised by the amount of venom in my voice, one could have thought that the years would have washed it away.

"Heaven? O no they have this whole other place for Ministers who molest little boys," she said and I saw a hint of steel in her dark eyes.

"Yes some say he got what he deserved," I answered.

"Some say you killed him, they are all wrong, he got off easy and you Cullen would have never taken the time or effort to swipe a crime scene completely clean from DNA."

I contemplated her words as the car started moving.

"What are you charging me with? I was after all the one getting shoot at," I said.

" There is this whole list, you know we will at least get you for some minor stuff and I bet whoever wants you dead knows a couple people in prison," her voice was smooth as she spoke.

She was right I would give myself a week in prison give or take a few days.

"I thought the state of Washington no longer issued the death penalty," I said, a tired laugh escaping.

"There is this thing called the witness protection program, we would very much like for you to join I always imagined you being more of a John or Robert than an Edward.

"Sell the boss out for the chance to live in trailer park in Arizona? Sounds appealing. But I must insist on one thing though."

" What?"

"That you come with me, I always figured you more as a Tiffany or Savanna than an Angela and I must insist on you getting a perm and wearing pink nail polish at all times.

She let a small laugh escape before she put the professional mask back on; she turned around and met my eyes before saying.

"Only if you wear a net shirt and call me Cupcake...