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AN: Well, here's chap seven. I think it could have came out better, but I'm too tired to keep re-doing this chapter, so here it is with all it's glory…or not. Anyway, thanks so much for the reviews and keep them coming! Chapter eight will come soon, kay? So R&R!
The next night I had told Charlie that I was sleeping over at the Cullens. Alice confirmed this for me by calling him a few minutes after I told him. The Cullen household was full of tension, excitement and nervousness. I could tell the emotions radiating off everyone were probably affecting Jasper pretty badly. I looked over to him and smiled sadly. He smiled back slightly, with a nod.
I had gone upstairs to quickly change into my cloths and when I was done I looked down from the top of the staircase toward everyone. Everyone was chatting with each other and Emmet looked pumped, his hands on his hips. I had to subtle a giggle.
Alice was wearing a tight leather black outfit. I honestly think she was trying to copy catwoman or something. Jasper was in a plain black t-shirt and black jeans, Emmet in a gray tight t-shirt that showed off his muscular figure and a dirty pair of blue jeans. Rosalie wore a blue half-top that exposed her right arm completely and hung to her neck, with black jean shorts.
I smiled to myself, they were all so excited, they of course didn't think of the danger. After all, sure they were indestructible, but they didn't understand that the types of criminals I was sent to obliterate were possible of anything. I made my way down the staircase and everyone turned toward me. My eyes were at Edward's who was wearing a black button down shirt and black jeans. He looked good in anything though, after all, he was a God. I moved my focus to everyone else when I made it down to the last step. They're eyes scanned over my outfit.
I was wearing a gray undershirt which was barely see-though, yet you could still make out the outline of my black bra. I wore my black skinny jeans with my black combat, lace-up boots and a long black trench coat. My black with silver spikes belt held my gun to my side. I saw Edward give me an once-over and, naturally, I blushed. Alice smiled hugely at my outfit. I had declined her help, telling her that if she forced a make-over on me, she couldn't be part of the mission. She had pouted, but, thankfully, allowed me to dress myself. The only make-up I had on was a bit of black eyeliner and eye-shadow.
"Let's go," I said to everyone simply, making my way to the door.
"Okay everyone. We'll be driving to a club called 'The Hangout'. First, though, we're gonna stop by my house and pick up my car."
"You're gonna drive your truck?!" Emmet yelled.
I snickered, but didn't answer.
Everyone drove to my house, me with Edward, Emmet with Rosalie, Esme with Carlslie, and Alice with Jasper. When we arrived at my house, everyone got out of their vehicles and I started walking toward the back of the house.
"Where are you going, Bella? The truck's right here," Edward asked.
I turned my head to wink at him, "You'll see. Everyone stay here, I'll be right back."
I made my way to my black 2005 Chrysler 300C 4-door sedan, behind the house, and entered it. The car purred to life when I turned the ignition key and I drove out to the main road. The shock on everyone's faces was priceless as they stared at the car. I rolled down the window and called out to them, "Follow!" Then I was racing down the street with them soon following behind. I was going only 98 mph when my phone rang.
"Bella, slow down! You're going to get yourself killed," Edward's concern voice demanded through the phone.
I snickered and replied, "You haven't seen anything yet."
I closed my cell and pushed down on the accelerator and reached over 140 mph. We arrived at the club fairly quick and I exited my car.
Carlslie stared at me shocked, as well as the others, and simply said, "Wow."
I smiled, "Let's go," but paused, "Oh and guys. Don't shoot anyone unless you're shot at first, kay? We don't want innocents to get hurt. So hold the fire." I said, mostly to Emmet who rolled his eyes at me.
We walked up to the club entrance, the bouncer letting me in with no problem this time and we made our way to the bar.
Vince met me at the bar. He stood there, waiting, in a stance and with a look on his face that told you that he thought he was pretty hot stuff. I rolled my eyes at him and he smirked when he saw me.
"What's up, sexy?" He asked me with a wink. Edward put his arm around my waist, but I quickly removed it and turned slightly to wink at him.
I turned back to Vince, "Stop playing and let's get down to business. The faster we end this the faster I can get back to my life."
Vince nodded, the smirk still on his face, "Yeah, sure." He looked at the Cullens, "Who's your posse?"
I motioned to them with my head, "These are some friends of mine and this," I motioned to Edward, "is my fiancé."
Vince arched an eyebrow, but didn't go into it. He just nodded and replied, "Vamps, eh?"
The Cullens tensed. "Yeah, just one though. The leader." They then relaxed when they realized it wasn't they he was talking about.
"I see," he continued, "so how do we take him down?"
I smiled and moved the right side of my trench coat back, revealing a rather large gun.
"Flamethrower," I said.
Vince left us to go man the copter that 'we might need later on'. The Cullens and myself made our way toward the curtain that closed off the back of the bar. I knew better than to go back there again, so I settled for a guy talking to his friends near the curtain. What interested me the most about this guy were the sunglasses he wore. They were very familiar. I told the others to fall back, while I walked up to him and put my hand on his shoulder gently. I could feel the Cullen's eyes on my back.
"Hey cutie. Can you help me out?" I said in an innocent, but seductive tone.
He whirled around quickly and looked me over, then snickered.
"Yeah, sure, hot stuff. What do you need?" He asked while putting a hand on my waist trying to pull me closer.
"Jackpot," I thought to myself.
I looked to see that his friends had left to give him "some privacy" and I smiled. I quickly pulled out my gun and held it to the side of his head, gripping his wrist that had held on to my waist with my hand.
I winked at him, "I require some information."
