AN:Thank you so much for all of the reviews and story alerts... :) They mean a lot to me. Here is the next chapter, and we get to go inside of Edward's head.

"I'm afraid to believe that there is hope somewhere in my black heart for the darkness to be shown the light."
-Jedidiah Knight,

Edward's POV:

I couldn't get the girl out of my head –her face was constantly haunting my mind, swarming around in my brain.

Fucking hell it was annoying. I absolutely loathed that feeling when you vaguely recognise someone's face but you can never put a name to it. It pissed me off to the point of no return and I knew that I wouldn't be peaceful until I knew who she was.

Ever since that evening, two nights ago, that girl had been bugging the shit out of me –I was positive that I had never met her in person before, but I was sure that I had seen a photo of her somewhere or maybe she was some actress on TV...

No, it was just some kind of weird coincidence. I've lived in Miami my whole life up until a few weeks ago, and even then I hadn't seen or met any new woman, she probably just looked like someone I already knew. Yeah, that was it, I tried to convince myself so I could let the matter go. I didn't want to seem like some fucking pervert, she was still a child for Christ sakes I shouldn't keep thinking about her or my mind will turn into one of those sick ones, though it wasn't like I was having indecent thoughts about her.

I sighed and reached into my jacket and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter and upon lighting it, I put it in my mouth, relaxing slightly as I did so.

Why was my life so fucking difficult? Every time I went outside I had to carefully disguise myself or use fake ID so that I would not get caught by the police. I would do anything to be a normal person with no worries about being murdered or put on the electric chair –they all had it so easy. But would I settle for that kind of life though? I had spent my whole life like this –nineteen years of it to be exact –and yet would I miss the thrill of running away or the time or the adrenaline pumping through my veins when I took someone out with my gun? Would it even be possible to settle into a comfy life after all I had experienced.

I closed my eyes and leant against the balcony that I was standing on outside of our apartment in Seattle, letting the cool night air wash over me, and for a moment I felt as though all of my worries had gone, the wind blowing them away. Gently, I opened my eyes and looked into the heavens. As usual you couldn't see the stars, due to it being overcast, but the light pollution emitting from the city would also cause a problem.

I took another drag of my cigarette and ran a hand through my hair.

Yet again that girl's fucking face drifted across my mind. Would she just ever go away and let me be? Probably not, but I was determined to find out who she was, so that she wouldn't piss me off anymore.

"You know you should stop smoking those," said a quiet voice from behind me.

I turned around and my younger sister Alice was dithering in the doorway, an uncertain look on her face as though she was worrying about something. Well, that, or wondering if I was still in a temper like I had been in an hour ago and had come out here for some fresh air.

"What do you want Alice?" I snapped. She winced and took a step back as though I had just slapped her across her face. I sighed again –I hadn't meant to be so harsh with her, it's just that nowadays I found it hard to control myself. "I'm sorry Alice... things have just been..." I searched around wildly for a word, but I couldn't seem to come up with one.

"It's OK," she whispered. Then she wrinkled her nose a little in disgust. "James and Laurent are here."

A seep of annoyance crept through me. "What are they doing here? I told them not to come here; people will begin getting suspicious if they enter in and out of her all of the time. Are they trying to get us noticed?! And besides they have their own residence only a few minutes away; if they wanted to speak to any of us, there is something called a phone..." As I was ranting to myself, Alice came and wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her head in my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and held her closer, it only took me a few seconds to realise that she was crying. "What's wrong?" I asked hesitantly, rubbing her back a little bit –I wasn't particularly good with the whole emotion concept.

"Jazz hasn't come back," she mumbled into my shirt. Immediately I froze –she knew that I didn't approve of their relationship.

Alice was four years younger than me –which meant that she was only fifteen. However, Jasper was a year older than me which made a five year age difference between them. Jasper was a nice guy and all, but I know that men of our age only wanted one thing –sex, and I didn't want my little sister to get hurt over it.

"He'll be fine. He is with Emmett and Rosalie; you have nothing to worry about." Emmett was my older brother by three years and Rosalie Hale was his girlfriend, who was probably one of the best drivers we have ever had in this business. Emmett was renowned for his stealth, knack for escaping and ruthlessness. Jasper, well; he was the ones who came up with the missions. The Hale's and the Whitlock's have been good friends of the family for fuck knows how many years.

"But what if something went wrong and they get caught and then chucked in jail or even worse kill and then we won't be able to see any of them ever again-" I cut her off.

"Alice. Look, no one is going to get arrested or killed, whatever you may think. They are all trained better than that. There is absolutely nothing to be worrying about at the moment." Carefully, I unwrapped her arms from around my waist and pulled her away from me so that she was standing at arm's length. However, she still didn't look convinced and tears were still streaming down her face, making her eyes puffy and red, and don't forget to mention her face which was bright red. "How about this Alice, if they don't come back in an hour, I will go out looking for them and if I can't find them, I will buy you whatever you want, no price limits?" She looked up at me, tears glistening on her eyelashes and a little glimpse of hope stirred in her eyes.

"You would really go out and look for them?" she asked, disbelief etched into her voice.

I frowned. "What, do you not trust me or something Alice?"

"No, it's just that I know you don't approve of Jasper and all..." She trailed off, knowing that her words would most likely begin an argument between us two again.

"Don't forget that our brother is there as well." I reminded her. She muttered something under her breath which I couldn't quite catch and then I carried on. "Alice, I'm not that heartless. Jasper is my friend as well; I would do anything for him... and also to see my little sister happy again." I smiled at her and she cracked a watery one back. I turned back around and leant against the balcony fence again; a few seconds later, Alice joined me.

"Do you think that all of this will ever end?" She asked with a wave of her arm around the city beneath us.

I watched as police cars raced down the roads, their sirens blaring throughout the stillness of the night, disturbing it and the outlines of people running out of the way, trying to find cover. I sighed. "No. The world has been like this for years. Even if it does all change, it most certainly won't happen in our lifetime."

"Do you not have any hope at all Edward?"

Turning to look at her, I laughed. "What hope Alice? We probably will all die by the age of thirty; the Swan's are beginning to close in on us, we don't have much time left. Why should I hope for something that won't come true?"

"Don't say that," Alice whispered, sounding agonized.

"Why shouldn't I? It'll happen soon anyway. I just hope it's not a painful death and besides, what do I have to live for besides my family? Not that you will all miss me anyway because you have all found your partners."

"Edward!" Alice snapped. "Stop speaking like that. You're turning all emo on me again. You still have time to meet someone Edward, you're still young!"

"Alice, come on, let's be serious; who the fuck would want to be with me? I'm messed up in the head, not to mention the fact that I first killed someone at the age of eleven. It's just not right." And I turned on my heels and stalked back into our penthouse apartment.

"Edward, wait!" Alice called after me, but I ignored her and made my way to the sitting room where I could hear voices echoing down the hallway.

However, as I was halfway down the hall, the apartment door opened and three people poured through it. Before I had a chance to greet them Alice rushed passed me, pushing me out of the way. "Jasper!" she squealed, jumping into his outstretched arms.

I mashed my mouth together, fighting the urge to make a comment and turned to Emmett and Rosalie. "How did it go?" I asked conversationally as we all made our way to the kitchen.

"Excellent!" Emmett boomed, opening the fridge and pulling out a can of beer. "No problems at all, managed to get three bricks through the window before the alarm was raised and even then I was in the car. Rosalie was great, sped down the roads and we managed to dump the car before we heard the sirens." Emmett put down his beer on one of the kitchen surfaces and kissed Rosalie.

"Did no one see you?" I persisted, eager to know every last detail.

"Nope," Emmett said, popping the p. "They really need to tighten their security. It was as easy as pie cutting through that fence and the dogs were even asleep." Emmett laughed. "I can't wait until the next ambush." Emmett paused for a moment. "You should have come, it was so much fun. Maybe you can come next time?" he offered.

"You know dad won't let me," I snarled. "I'm still in big trouble after the incident, remember?"

"Yeah, you shouldn't have killed that boy," Rosalie interceded and snapped. "What did he even do wrong? It was just sixteen for fucks age, just a few months older than Alice!"

"You know that he was beginning to suspect something. What else could I have done?"

"Like Carlisle said, just be more careful around other people. You know they are still in mourning downstairs and trying to catch the killer."

"Rosalie," I snapped. "Just shut up alright! I'm not going to apologise or anything if that is what you want me to do, because I don't do that. Just leave it." And knocking Emmet's can onto the floor, I left the kitchen in an even darker mood than I was currently in before. I thought about ignoring Laurent and James and try to get some sleep for once, but as I was heading to my room, I heard Jasper and Alice giggling in her room next to mine, and I sure didn't want to put up with their crap tonight. Thus, I decided to go deal with James and Laurent.

As I got closer to the living area, I heard them bickering over something that was on the television. From here I could only pick out bits and pieces of it, but from this few words I could tell that it was not good. When I entered the room, the TV was turned on and they were both sprawled across the two sofa's leaving me no choice but to stand up.

"What are you two guys arguing about now?" I asked exasperatingly, I swear that was all they seemed to do is argue.

"Um, Edward, you might want to see this," James said, pointing at the TV screen.

There was a young woman standing on the screen, rain splattering on her hair and slightly blurring the camera lenses. It was dark which signalled that it was live and behind her there were police cars zooming by.

"Roughly two hours ago at nine o clock, three bricks were allegedly thrown through a window in the Swan's residence. The culprits are currently unknown, but inside sources state that there were most likely Cullen's involved with it. However, this brutal attack has left Isabella Swan, aged fifteen years, in need of several stitches on her face as she took a blow to the head from one of these bricks. None of the Swan's seems to be available to make a statement, but we do have an expert on terrorist attacks. This is Mark Fona, from the department of..."

"Fuck," I whispered, horrified. A few seconds ago, behind the news reporter there was a picture of a young girl, in her teens, with brown hair and wide brown eyes. The very same girl, who me, James and Laurent had met near one of our meetings two nights ago. The girl who I had mistaken just for an average citizen. Also the very same girl who had looked terrified as we spoke to her and looking as though she was about to piss her pants.

That girl's name was Isabella Swan.

That was why I recognised her. I had seen her so many times in newspapers and yet the first time I actually get to meet her in person, I didn't recognise her and let her go, right out of our clutches. All of the opportunities we could have had if only I took the necessary precautions with everyone else who was within an one hundred meter radius of our meetings and taken her in for interrogation. But no, just because she looked innocent enough, I decided to be nice and let her go home.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Why did you not tell me it was her?" I demanded to James.

He shifted in his seat. "How was supposed to know? You were the one who didn't want us to bring her in or shoot her."

I clenched my fists, repressing the urge to punch James in the face for being so disrespectable. Slowly, I said, "I want both of you to watch that house perimeter. If she leaves it I want you to follow her and call me immediately. Understand?" No way in hell was I going to miss a perfect chance like this again.

"But how will we...?" Laurent trailed off as he saw my glare.

"Just do it," I snapped. "Or you will find yourself at the bottom of the river."

I was going to prove to my father that I could make good decisions and this was the best way to show it.

Isabella Swan, you are going to be in for one heck of a ride.

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Five days later...

News Flash

Over the last few days, The Volturi have proceeded throughout Russia and have taken five more cities including Moscow and St Petersburg. Current death toll stands at 486. Their next move is still unknown and it is proving impossible to get near one of them without any gunfire.

AN:So, did you like it? I struggled with this chapter. It isn't going to be one of my favourites throughout the story, but it had to be done to set up for the end of the next chapter. Sorry this isn't as long either, there was only so much I could put in at the moment and I didn't reveal a lot about Edward's home life, but all will be said in a few chapters time.

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