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A/N: The long awaited Cullens will be in next chapter after a little time jump. This chapter was named after Breaking Benjamin's new song if anybody knows it.
Chapter 7: Feed the Wolf
Bella POV:
I'm free. Well as free as I'll ever be. Not anchored down by the need for human blood anymore. Of course you can't quit cold turkey without some consequences. We drink, probably too much, but those are the perks of being a wolf, we can get drunk. And drinking to forget is always a plus. I also seemed to have picked up a nervous habit of smoking when I have nothing to do. It calms me down a bit, and it's not like I can get cancer or anything.
Life on the road is fun. The Volturi have gone back into hiding after losing us. The whole world knows there are two crazy lab experiments running rampant, but they don't know it's us. As long as we keep our sleeves down. I don't know why the Volturi didn't reveal our identities to the world. Liam thinks it's to avoid unwanted sympathy for us, although I doubt it. Pretty much everyone hates us and I don't blame them. But they'll never know what happened behind those closed doors. Nonetheless, like I said, life on the road is fun. We're still keeping low profiles while we move from party to party. While the Volturi are publicly hiding, I'm sure they're still actively searching for any hints of our whereabouts.
I can't help but feel as though I'm wasting my life. Here we are, with so much potential to do good in the world and we've only done evil's bidding. Liam agrees. But what are we supposed to do? Roam the streets and fight off crime by night, the friendly neighborhood hybrid-man? I think not. No, we needed something real. So we went to the Pentagon.
Yeah I know we're crazy. But you do crazy shit when you're only afraid of one thing. Well maybe two, I'm not sure about one of them. They let us explain ourselves and seemed happy to help. Top brass were shaking in their boots when we got sent to their division. It was some super secretive one with a crazy ass commander. That's who we were meeting today, Commander Michael Colt. The man was apparently direct and efficient as hell, and I was eager to meet him.
"Good afternoon Miss Swan and Mr. Jackson." He greeted us as we walked into his office. I could see what looked like our files sitting on his desk. So he did his research. He motioned for us to sit in the two seats facing his desk. I think I like this guy. He wasn't afraid, but I could tell he respected us. "Let me get straight to the point then," oh yeah I definitely like this guy. "I want you in this division." Well that's surprising. He chuckled lightly at our dumbfounded faces. "You realize you two could be neck deep in bodies right now if you really wanted? But you don't, and I respect that. You can do a lot of good work here if you want the job. I would like you two to be able to enjoy your young lives." He finished with a sad smile on his face. I was at a loss for words.
"Yes sir! What would we be doing?" Liam was shaking with excitement, like a puppy getting a new toy.
"Well to start off I'd send you to marine division that's down in the Middle East right now. They're highly trained and will get you up to snuff. Then once you're good and ready we can send you on some real missions. Like hunting killer vampires and such." He looked at me when he said that last part. I had a good feeling that he was working on the Volturi problem. "So, are you in?" His question was aimed at me. Liam looked at me expectantly and I grinned.
"I guess so."