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I'm glad many of you have taken an interest in my new story! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!

Just a quick note! I'm in my first year at university so I apologise in advanced for the period of times I take between chapters. 3000 word essays and exams don't give me much time to write! But I shall try my hardest to keep up!

Also I have made this slightly longer because I have made you all wait so long!

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Chapter 2.

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E POV

I read carefully the description of Isabella Swan.

Isabella Swan was a lecturer who taught Romantic Literature at the University of Washington.

She was in the witness programme under the name Marie Smith after being involved in a gun trading situation with an ex-boyfriend, Jacob Black.

"Sarah why Miss Swan?" I ask as I continue to read the description of her.

"She hasn't exactly had the best life. Once she went into witness protection, Jacob's men hunted her for years but could never find her.

The government are worried she may start talking as Jacob is up for parole. He will highly unlikely get out.

But with the popularity of the case, Isabella is the perfect target for media and for his people to hunt". Sarah explains.

I was left slightly puzzled.

"So surely the FBI would just give her more protection? Why kill her?" I wonder.

"The FBI would rather she be dead, then hunted and have a case on their hands. Oh and not have to hunt Jacob's gang. They have been doing that for years and are sick and tired of it now." Sarah elaborates.

Lazy fuckers.

"Okay thank you Sarah. Guess I'm going to have to look for a place in Seattle then".

"Already done and paid for by the government Sir". Sarah said.

I sigh. I fucking hated the places the government gave me.

Always too small and shit.

Not to my taste at all.

"That won't be necessary Sarah, I shall find my own place. Thank you." I get up from desk and take Isabella Swan's folder with me.

Sarah's hand closes my briefcase and puts it back on the shelf. She then shuts herself down.

I let myself out of my vault and put in the code to shut the doors.

I stand again, waiting three minutes and forty-seven seconds for my vault to close.

The romantic genre of my library moves back down to cover it.

Now it is just a library.

I look at the novels on the shelf of my Romantic genre.

So Miss Swan must be an Austen or Bronte lover? Such a clique.

One week later.

I sat in my car outside of the University of Washington.

I was waiting for Miss Swan to finish her last lecture was of the day which finished at five pm.

She would let the class out at 4.55 pm and finish by 5.30 pm.

I knew this because for a week I have been sitting watching her in my car. Oh and I have her schedule.

I can have anything I want about any human being in the world. Within seconds.

Today was a different day however.

Today was the day Miss Swan was finally going to meet Edward Cullen.

Well, Anthony Mason.

I got out my car and made sure to lock it. Students could be fuckers with an expensive car.

Come on, I have a Bugatti Veyron for christ sake.

I walked through the door marked College of Arts and Science.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6….

Ah room 12.

I pushed the door open and saw a beautiful creature.

It stilled me in my tracks.

Her back was to me, which allowed me to see the dark mahogany hair that nearly reached her bum. It had some layering in it, but mainly straight.

She has a black woollen dress on with tights with, much to my surprise, a pair of black converse on her feet.

Turn around.

I startled myself.

I was about to start retreating when she turned around.

Holy fuck.

She had the deepest and darkest brown eyes ever.

I felt like she knew everything about me.

I felt bare.

Her cheeks were red, like she was slightly flushed.

Her lips were plump and pink and holy shit.

She was biting her lip.

I started to think of dead cats and grannies.

"Can I help you? Did you forget something?" Her voice asked.

Her voice was like silk. Smooth and I could tell she spoke proper English.

Must be the literature.

I couldn't speak.

I was stunned by this beauty in front of me.

Don't get me wrong. I've met many beautiful women and fucked plenty, but none have done this to me.

"Marie Smith?" I wonder. If this isn't her, at least I'll hopefully be getting a shag tonight.

"Yes." Damn it.

"And you are?"

Edward Cullen and I'm here to kill you.

"Anthony Mason. I'm the PHD student who was assigned to help you by Mr Molina." I offer.

"Oh yes of course. Sorry I wasn't expecting you until next week." She said. I could see she was unprepared.

So was I.

I didn't expect a beauty.

She put her hand out for me to shake and I took.

Electric pulsed through my hand like never before. I saw her lips part in a silence gasp.

Did she feel it to?

I quickly shake her hand and return it to my pocket.

Shy and new Cullen.

"I'm sorry if I caught you leaving. I just wanted to introduce myself, but Mr Molina said you have just finished a class." I explain myself.

Why do I feel like I'm tripping?

"No its fine. I was just tidying up. Take a seat and I'll grab some work on what we shall be doing." She waves to the front row and I take a seat.

I couldn't imagine being a lecturer. It looks terrifying.

I snort.

"Sorry?" Isabella turns round.

"Oh nothing." I quickly reply. She stares at me for a second and then continues shuffling paper.

I stare round the lecture hall.

It is brown wood with the University of Washington crest stamped at the top of each door. There must be at least 500 seats, even more. In front of me, is a humongous screen that is connected to a Mac Book in front of a stand with a microphone.

Must be easy to hear at the back then.

My eyes make their way back to Miss Swan and suddenly I'm fixated on her arse.

I never realised it until she was bent over.

Oh my god.

That would look good over my desk surrounded by my lethal weapons.

Wait what?

FOCUS CULLEN! I scream at myself in my head.

"Sorry about that. Being a lecturer means there is so much paper." Isabella smiles and sits down beside me.

"Miss Smith-"

"Marie please." Isabella murmurs.

Isabella.

"Marie, first let me start by saying I'm excited to work with you. I've heard so much about you and how much of a fantastic lecturer you are". That's right Cullen. Flatter the fuck out of her.

It works.

Isabella blushes and dips her head.

I smirk.

Good ol' Cullen charm.

"Anyway, I just wanted to get that out the way". I gesture for her to continue and she begins by telling me the lecture schedule what to read and when for.

I soak in all the information.

Got to be on top for the job.

We eventually finish and the clock shows it is now 6.30 pm.

"I apologise if I have kept you Marie." I said.

Isabella smiles.

"No worries. I would have gone home to left overs and a night on the sofa. I would much prefer to talk about literature." She replies.

We pack up our stuff and head out towards our cars.

I hear her gasp before I see her face at my car.

"Wow." She stares at the car.

Not many PHD students would have a car like this.

"My father gave it to me a graduation present." I explain.

Her eyes widen even more.

Yeah yeah, us Cullen's are rich.

"Well, they must really love you." She splutters out.

Yeah, they do.

"I'll let you go now Anthony. See you tomorrow." Isabella said while retreating to her car, still staring at mine in shock.

"Bye Marie." I wave and get into my car.

I start the engine and wait for Isabella to drive off.

As I drive back to my apartment I can't help but grin.

She may beautiful, but I have a job to do.

I listen to the rock of Metallica as I drive home.

In my head I make a list.

A list of weapons that would be perfect for Miss Swan's delicate body.

A wicked grin slowly makes its way to my face.

Oh this is going to be a wonderful assassination.

P.S I don't know anything about the University of Washington so I've made it up!