Warning: Coarse language, violence!
Mara POV
We untied Sam and Dean, after we gave them a clear set of rules.
Rule 1: Dont piss off Bella,
Rule 2: Never piss off Mara, (pissing off Bella, pisses off Mara)
Rule 3: Stay the hell out of our way.
We made it clear that they were more just along for the ride then anything. "You should go home, it's best if your out of harms way. I'll call you when we get settled in," Bella said, using a placating voice I'd heard her attempt to use on my dozens of times. I wasn't easy to calm down or compensate with.
"You need to talk to Edward, Bella, and soon, he deserves answers more then anyone else," Rosalie said evenly, taking her word. I hated him already and i hadn't even met the guy. I probably never would, Bella knew how i was and the moment i came face to face with him, he was dead. If Bella cared about him, she'd keep him as far from me as possible.
"I will," she promised, and i tried not to glare at the blonde.
They both turned to me after hugging Bella good bye, "take care of her," Jasper said imploringly.
"Haven't i always," i retorted dismissively. There wasn't a place on this earth where Bella would be safer than she would be with me. Despite the contiuous man-hunt for us. Everyone would tell you the safest any of us are, is when were together.
Jasper glanced at Bella for a moment, "take care of yourself Bella, really," he said giving her a final smile and then disappearing out the door.
I was still staring at Bella weirdly and she stared back for a moment. "What?"
"The way you are with them is disturbing, that's all," i said shrugging. She wasn't like that with us, we didn't need to say most things, we just knew. We read each other like books all the time. It came in handy when we were under arrest or in trouble.
"No, the way we are is disturbing," she corrected.
"Look whose talking, how long did it take you to convince me the way we were was natural?" i retorted in a pointed tone. She glared and then looked away.
"Just get in the car!" Alex said, frustrated with all of the arguing.
Much to my disapproval, Bella and i ended up travelling together. Alex said he'd go with the Winchesters in case they got any weird ideas. Mostly, i think he just wanted to get away from the two of us. Though i doubt sticking us in a car for two days was all that much better, but what do i know.
Getting out of the city was a little tricky, but after we stripped the dye from our hair, got some contacts and a decent amount of make up, we didn't get held up for more then a few minutes. I had to say, they must've been looking for us exactly, considering we didn't look all that much different. Different skin tones, two wigs, dressing like we were fifteen and we just looked like weird normal lame versions of ourselves.
"I dont think we should go to Seattle," Bella said a few minutes after waking up.
I glanced over at her, she ran a hand through her hair and i eyed her for a moment. "Your little prince charming wont even know were there."
She looked down at her lap for a moment and then looked up at me, "i'm sorry."
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and stared straight ahead. "Bella you dont give a shit about me, your just sorry i found out." I didn't care that my tone was cold and distant, and forced myself not to care when she visibly flinched at the hostility.
"Of course i-," i cut her off harshly.
"Drop it!"
Bella and i didn't speak a word the rest of the way to Carson City. When we finally pulled off to spend the night, Bella was so tense and edgy that she snapped at everyone. "What's wrong with you?" Sam asked her glancing at me.
"Fuck off Sam," she said glaring and then stomped off to go see Alex, who was booking the three rooms. Alex insisted we get separate rooms, along with getting crappy rooms. I could've paid for each of us to have a five star hotel room and here we were at 'Sunset Inn'. How original, i thought sarcastically.
"What happened?" Dean asked turning to me eyes narrowed.
I bristled a little and then shrugged, "that time of the month maybe. It's hard to tell with her, she's so goddamn hormonal."
"And your not?" he retorted and i shrugged, i wasn't getting into this right now. Let alone with Dean Winchester of all people. Just looked at him you could tell a lot about how he was, sympathy and emoting was not on the list.
They emerged from the building, and Bella was talking heatedly with Alex. As they got closer i heard the words, "-such a fucking unreasonable bitch!"
"Dont start Bella, leave him alone, he doesn't care whatever your crying about now," i said rolling my eyes at her.
"Why do you have to be such a heartless bitch all the time? I apologized and your still being a bratty child having a temper tantrum!"
I glared at her furiously, feeling my hands clench as i crossed my arms. "Yeah, you apologized and i said it leave the fuck alone, so do it," i snatched a key from Alex's hand and pushed past her, bumping our shoulders roughly.
"What did you expect me to do after we split up! Was i supposed to wait for you when you can't seem to decide what you want, even if your life depended on it!"
I ignored her, and continued walking up the steps to the room. We were on the second level, which i was more then happy with. I heard Bella come up behind me and spin me around. I shoved her hard, not wanting her to touch me when i was upset with her.
"Just talk to me!" she shouted at me, and i continued to walk away from her. I made it up the steps, unlocking the door. She slammed it shut behind us and continued to engage me in what she called a discussion and i called an arguement.
I emerged from the room, annoyed and sore. I closed the door behind me and noticed Dean standing there leaning against the railing. "Nice shiner," he teased.
My eye was sore, she got me right under the right eye, and it had already started to bruise. The girl liked to hit when she was angry. "Yeah well that's what you get for arguing with her."
"And let me guess, you slit throats instead of throwing punches?" he guessed in obvious disapproval.
"I'm not much of a pacifist. You piss me off, i simply cant trust you enough not to do it again," i said evenly. It was that simple, well most of the time. It had been after Bella came into the picture.
I knew it was ridiculous to act the way i did, but i just couldn't help it. It didn't really bother me, all of us were unreasonable and difficult to compensate with when it came to certain things. Sure my reaction to meeting Bella was unorthodox considering it made downright clinically insane, or more so then before anyways.
He frowned and then turned to look back out over the city. We were up on a small hill, so we had a slight view. The view was probably the one reason the place was still up and running. It wasn't much better then the place we'd found the Winchesters at. God, what was it with people and staying in crappy hotels?
"You up for a drink?" i asked curiously. I could really got for a drink right about now.
"Should you really be going out, were still pretty close to California," he said warily.
I just grinned and moved down the steps to the mercedes. I couldn't care less, i did what i wanted, when i wanted.
We got in and he accidently blasted the music. I flinched in surprise and hit the button quickly. "Sorry, everything seems so sensitive," he muttered.
"It's a hundred thousand dollar car, i'm not surprised," i said amused.
"Where are we going anyways?" he asked as we pulled out. "I didn't think you'd know anyone in Carson City."
I eyed him for a moment, "i dont know many people out this way. But i know everywhere worth partying at in the states."
"You say it like your not from the US," he said smirking.
"Dude, i'm Canadian," his face dropped and he stared at me as if i had two heads.
"Are you serious? Is that where your family is?" he asked in a curious voice.
"Dont worry about my family," i said getting overly tense with the conversation. I didn't talk about my family, it was a touchy subject and too complicated to discuss. Besides, they didn't matter anymore, i had a new family.
"Is your family dead Mara? Cas said they were, but they've been wrong before," he said in a hushed voice, as if he was sharing a secret, or trying not to scare off a kitten.
I gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles got white. "Stop asking about my family, becuase you'll get nowhere," i said in a clipped tone. He relented, looking more and more curious though. At least he'd stopped looking at me like he wanted to kill me.
I pulled up to a small run down building, lights and music was pouring out of the building and Dean looked unsure. "Relax, no one will here will bat an eye lash at us."
I moved around to the trunk of the car and then lifted the false bottom. "Might want to take this in with you," i said passing him a gun.
"Why?" he asked uneasily, and then shoved it under his waist band and beneath his coat.
"I never said this was a safe place to party," i said bemused as i but away my own gun. I shoved a butterfly knife into my shoe and then locked the car.
I led us inside, noting Dean's fear as the bouncer recognized me. "When did you move here?" i asked Taylor in disdain. "And why?"
"Carson's been a busy place, gotta go where the money is," was all he said shrugging, and i rolled my eyes and went towards the bar. We ordered some strong drinks, finishing the first three off quickly and then ordered some beers. We talked lightly, and i shared a few random stories, the least the violent ones, the funnier ones. Dean disliked me enough, he was already adjusting to the idea of working with me, no point setting back whatever progress we'd made so far.
"Well, well, well," a familiar voice said behind me. I frowned and turned to face Daniel Reese. Daniel Reese was well known throughout my world, mostly for being a druglord. He was also incredibly annoying. Constantly hounding me to keep out of trouble, considering who Adam was. Adam was the son of an even more well known very powerful and dangerous druglord who hated what Adam was and blamed us for it. His father was also in charge of Daniel on that particular good chain and after the incident with his last 'employee' he wanted us all the more dead.
But it's a free country, i think he was just mad because he didn't have a successor to take over whenever he died or got killed. Adam never really cared about the family business though, and left them to be with us without a second thought.
"You shouldn't be here Mara, your pretty little face is all over the news."
"i can go wherever i damn well please," i said heatedly, already fed up with the conversation.
"Drawing all kinds of attention to our little world, it's never a good thing, especially when your connected to me and mine," he said dangerously.
"Dont threaten me you little punk," i said standing off of my chair. "You and your family can kiss my ass, you idiots tried how many times to put a bullet in me and you've managed to fail every single time."
He grabbed me by the throat, shoving me against the bar. I grabbed his arm, and twisted it, and then kicked his legs out from under him. He collapsed onto his knees and before i could take his life i paused.
Within those short few seconds, i had six guns pointed on me and everyone was standing around tensely. I leaned down close, so that only he could hear me, "you know, i bet i can snap your neck and still make it out of here without a scratch."
His gaze skittered around his men nervously and he gave them a nod as he realized how right i was. The guns dropped, and i shoved him forward and onto the ground. "Stay the fuck away from me, dont forget about how many of you boys i put down for harassing me."
"Now now, be polite when threatening people, it's classy, haven't you learned anything," yet another familiar voice said. I spun in shock, and then wrapped my arms around the familiar face.
"Brandon," i breathed, heart soaring as my brother returned the hug. "What are you doing here?" he kissed my cheek lightly, a bright smile mirroring my own.
"We got word on Tyler, but we weren't sure what was happening, if he got caught by some old friends, or what," he said sadly.
"We?" i asked hopefully. It would be a dream come true if they were all together.
"Yeah, i tracked down Adam and Chris tracked down me after i found him," i stared in disbelief. They were all together. We could be a family again! I couldn't help the grin that spread across my lips at the idea.
"What are you guys doing in Carson?" i asked confused, face dropping at how strange a coincidence it was to come across them here.
"We were on our way to L.A actually, lucky we ran into you," he said keeping his arm around me. He noticed Dean staring and then frowned at me, "your dating Dean Winchester now?"
"The fuck?" i retorted in disbelief, "no. It's all one long story, his brother and B are back at the motel with Alex."
"How is she?"
i tensed, and he nodded, seeing the look on my face and knowing what it meant instantly. "Still picking fights like there's no tomorrow, good to know nothing's changed."
"Everything's changed," i corrected, taking a long pull of the beer, finishing it off and then waving for another one.
"How so?" he inquired, and then took my hand and nodded at a back door. All of the booths were taken, but we didn't want to talk in such an open space.
We walked through the bar, and down a dimly lit corridor. "Who was that back there?" Dean asked from behind us.
"Daniel Reese, he's a branch out from one of the Five Families. He replaced the last guy i killed," i remembered how it had all happened.
Bella was flirting with someone to piss me off after an arguement. She was trying to make a point. I wouldn't have some crazy heart to heart with her and open up, and she responded by saying i need to make up my mind and decide what i want because she was tired of me getting jealous. When i told her to leave the subject alone, she went out and flirted up one of the most dangerous people we knew. I got jealous, as we all expected and slit his throat in front of her, and refused to take her home when she ended up getting covered in his blood.
Two could play at that game, and i was better at games then her, she'd lose every time. Thankfully she didn't bring it up again. Everything was such uncharted territory and new back then i didn't know what i wanted, and i didn't like the pressure of her wanting a 'yes' or 'no' answer.
"Like the New York Mob and stuff, you killed one of them? Wait, they've tried to kill you and they couldn't?" he asked in utter disbelief.
"Nope," i said popping the 'p' a little bit. I turned a handle, and it was locked, i stood back and kicked it in hard. It slammed against the wall and the card game to a stop.
"Get out," Brandon said in a cold tone, and they vacated in seconds. I sat down at the table, taking a long drink and Dean said, "christ, your like a cockroach."
"Hey!" i said offended. "Dont compare me to a cock roach! I'm much more attractive then a freaking bug!"
"No, but your impossible to kill like them," i glared and he shrugged, clearly unbothered with my being offended. I rolled my eyes, but got over it anyways, though i wish he couldn't compared me to superman or something, rather then a disgusting insect.
I spent the next two hours began telling him everything we'd found out so far, everything that happened and anything else i thought he'd need to know. I left out the bit about what the old pages meant, and he caught onto the evasion quickly. But i gave him a nod, telling him i'd explain further later.
"Bella's still pissed off at the world huh?" he summed up after i told him about our recent arguements.
"You aren't really that surprised she went out and got a boyfriend, are you?" Dean asked incredulously. "You weren't supposed to ever see each other again."
I stared at Dean blinking, and then glanced at Brandon who was had the same unimpressed expression. Brandon understood because he was Pack. No one else could ever fathom something like this unless they were like us. But aside from the six of us, i didn't know a single person who had the same mentality we did.
"You dont know what's its like to be like us, and yes, i am surprised she did. I didn't go out and get engaged to the first douche who came along," i said stoically.
"Or maybe your mad because she moved on and you clearly haven't," he said reasonably.
Brandon and i shared looks, "how thick are you?" i responded amused. "If Bella had moved on, we wouldn't be the same as we were back then, and we are. You dont get over what we are like nothing. It's impossible to forget, and even harder to move past."
"Have you even tried?" he countered eye brows raised.
"I'm sure they did," i said gesturing at Brandon, who looked away guiltily, confirming my guess. "But as i said, it's not like a break up, or losing a family member. It's worse then that."
"Like being an olympic runner and becoming horribly disfigured and paralyzed," i stared at my brother, not liking the image he set in my mind. But it was a good comparison.
"Dont you think your overexaggerating?" Dean said unsure, he didn't seem to like the image much either. But it fit perfectly.
"No, the exact opposite in fact. Put it this way, were about five times worse then the way you and your brother are," he said thoughtfully. "Actually, better make that ten."
I heard a sudden loud shout and then a resounding clap like lightning and then shared a look with Brandon. It was a gun shot. We all left the room quickly, and i pushed past Brandon as we got into the bar. Everyone was crowded up against the window in fascination.
"Move bitches," i said, grabbing someone by the back of their shirt, i pulled them towards me and then shoved them to my right. I moved into the spot as everyone got out of our way and i froze.
Sam was face down on the ground, with two guns on him and Bella was standing with a cut lip looking eerily calm. A body was sprawled out next to them, who i recognized was Daniel and assumed Bella killed him. A gun was pointed at her face a few feet away, a woman was holding the gun. A woman who didn't know who Bella was, and clearly didn't care. She had tears running down her face, and she was staring at Bella with utter hate. I watched her arm shake and then she got that same determined look on her face. Her finger twitched towards the trigger.
She was going to kill her.