Hey Guys!
So I'm back with a chapter for once!
I hope the update I did explained everything and why I hadn't written in so long.
My husband is doing very well and now he is getting better and my daughter is an absolute dream for sleeping at night, I figured I would get back into my writing again.
But thank you very much to everyone for their well wishes from my last update.
SO as you can see, I have focused on DBD purely because its the one I've been getting the most inspiration for.
I probably won't update as often as I should, but I know people will be understanding that I'm a full time carer as well as a full time mum.
But I'm hoping you won't have to wait donkey years for another chapter. I do have many ideas for this story so hopefully I can hash them out quickly into chapters so you won't be waiting too long.
Anyways, here is chapter 5! Although it will come up as chapter 6.
Please review if you can! Thanks :)
Chapter 5.
Enjoy!
E POV
I opened my eyes to smell of pancakes and coffee brewing. I looked to my left and noticed an empty bed. Bella must have woken before me and got breakfast going.
I thought back to last night and the actions in which it happened. I groaned and stuffed my face into my pillow when I remembered how I was feeling.
This was supposed to be a simple job. Hook, line and sinker. Yet I was making this unimaginably difficult. I was being drawn like a moth to a flame.
The images of killing Bella were replaced with making love to her.
Her body, the smell of her, the feel of her, the taste of her lips, her small hands touching everywhere she could. The look in her eyes as they bore into mine.
I heard the creak of the door and noticed her beautiful chocolate eyes peeping to check if I was awake. A smile formed on her lips when she caught me staring right back at her.
"Morning. I thought you might be hungry, so I made breakfast." She said timidly, like she was expecting a horrific response. She must be nervous considering the position we were in after all.
"Professor" and "Intern" but at this moment in time I really didn't care.
"Sounds great. Just let me sort myself and I'll be down in a bit." I tucked some hair from her face that was getting in the way. I noticed she always used her brown locks as a shield, but I wanted to see her face.
A blush rose in her cheeks. It was a delight to see. She nodded and went to leave the room. I had the sudden urge to kiss her. So, I did.
She responded immediately and her fingers went straight for my hair. Women seemed to love tugging on my hair for some reason.
As I pulled back a full blush had taken over her cheeks. I ran my hand down her rosy pink cheeks.
"I love it when you blush." I murmured. The colour became darker and I chuckled.
"Let me sort myself and I'll meet you in the kitchen." This time I let her go.
I wouldn't be responsible for my actions if I didn't.
I went to the bathroom and did my usual morning routine before pulling on some boxers and making my way to the kitchen. I salivated at the smell of the place. My stomach grumbled in response.
Bella laughed, "I figured you would be hungry." She handed me a plate piled with pancakes, blueberries, strawberries, maple syrup and bacon. She also filled a mug full of coffee and brought it over to me.
"This is amazing. Thank you very much." I wasn't lying. Most times I slept with someone it was another quickie in the morning and then out the door.
"It's no problem Anthony." She replied. The name made me pause for a minute and startled me back to reality.
This was a job. A kill. An assassination.
Yet here I was acting as if I was sat having breakfast with my girlfriend.
That me sit up even further.
"Everything ok?" Bella asked. I forgot she was sitting right next to me, eating her breakfast without realising what was going on in my mind.
"Everything is fine." I smiled at her and began eating my breakfast like I had no worry in the world.
I arrived home later that morning after helping Bella clear up and a see you tomorrow at college.
I had just not long got in the door when my phone began to ring. I groaned when I see the name cross the screen.
"Seth." I answered politely as I could. I knew exactly what this was going to be about.
"Edward. We haven't heard anything from you in a while. How is everything?"
"Fine. Good in fact." I replied nonchalant. You never knew who was listening in to your conversations.
"Great. Could you join me for a conference call at all? There is a urgent business item that needs attending."
We hung up the phone quickly once I agreed and I made my way to my study, wondering how I could bide myself more time.
The more I thought about it all, the guiltier I felt.
Guilty? Me? Edward Cullen?
Never.
"Hello Mr. Cullen." Sarah's voice chimed as I walked into my study.
"Hello Sarah. Any news I should know before this meeting?" I asked as I booted up my laptop.
"There has been some headway with Jacob Black, but I think it is best I allow the FBI to explain."
I considered what this may be as I waited for Seth to call me. Is this what this is all about? Surely if they have headway this
was a good thing and this assassination could be called off.
I nearly fell off my seat when that thought entered my head.
Never ever had I wanted an assassination to be called off.
I was like an adrenaline junkie to the need for it. It was my livelihood. Something I was phenomenal at. I thrived on the excitement and the thrill of killing.
I know it may seem messed up to others but to me it was glorious.
The ringing of my laptop took me out of my head and I mentally shook myself.
Get it together Cullen.
"Edward." Seth's face came on the screen, but he looked solemn.
"Seth. Sarah tells me you have made headway with Jacob? Is that right?"
"Headway?" His face grimaced. "We were... until somehow someone commissioned his early release."
My face and heart dropped. I could feel my stomach drop to my feet.
"What?" My voice was nothing but a mere whisper. My mind couldn't comprehend what was happening.
"Someone somehow managed to convince the parole board to set Mr. Black free. We believe they were bribed by Jacob and his gang of loyal companions."
I couldn't even think straight. My mind was only going in one direction.
Bella.
"Edward, you have to kill her. You must do it now. If you don't..." Seth's voice trailed off. I knew exactly what would happen if Jacob got his hands on her.
I didn't even bother saying goodbye as I shut my laptop in rage and threw it across my study into the wall.
Before I knew it, my feet were running through my apartment and out to my car. I growled as I navigated my way through traffic, shouting and beeping my horn at any slow fuckers trying to get in my way.
When I eventually arrived at Bella's I was pounding on her door.
"Marie! Marie! Open up please." I shouted. My hand felt like it was about to shatter with the sheer force I was hitting her door
with.
The door opened wide, Bella standing there shocked. I had to pull my hand back before I actually hit her in the face.
"Anthony, what the hell is going on? Are you alright?" She asked as I moved into her apartment.
I didn't waste one minute, rushing up to her bedroom and throwing clothes on the bed.
"You need to start packing. Do it now Marie." My voice showed there would be no arguments.
"Anthony you are scaring me. Please just tell me what the fuck is going on?"
My anger was starting to overtake me. The fear and the absolute terror of what I knew would be if I didn't get her to cooperate with me right now.
"You are in serious danger Marie and I need to get you out of here before something seriously bad happens. So please just listen to me and pack a bag. Now."
My voice was pleading with her. I could feel my eyes reflecting the absolute importance to just listen to me and do as I was
asking.
"Serious danger? What are you talking about?" Bella asked. The more she asked, the more her face began to fall and pale.
"Please Marie just do as I ask you."
"Anthony you aren't-"
"BELLA! Please will you just do as I ask you!" I shouted across the room. I hurdled more clothes on the bed and then stopped when I allowed myself to take a breath.
All I could hear was my breath, uncontrolled with the emotions running inside of me. The desperation, the fear, the anger.
I looked up to Bella and her face was a picture of pure and utter shock.
Here beautiful chocolate eyes held shock, surprise, fear, despair.
"You... you just called me Bella." It came out as a whisper. The agony and pain were there. I could hear it.
What?
I looked at her, perplexed. I did what now?
"You called me Bella." She repeated, more determination in her now.
Her entire face, eyes and emotions all made sense now.
Bella, Bella, Bella.
I had just called her Bella.