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Chapter Two: Beautiful and Deadly

Song for this chapter: Beautiful Dirty Rich by Lady Gaga. I had trouble deciding which song I wanted, but this one felt right. I'm a big fan of girl power…like in Mr. and Mrs. Smith when Angelina Jolie was kicking ass. Now, I'm a straight woman…but that shit was hot! So if you liked Elizabeth Swan with a sword in Pirates of the Caribbean, then you'll probably like this chapter. I didn't give Bella a gun or a sword, though, because that would just make it too easy for her. I want her to kick some ass…

K, we left off where Bella is being 'chased' by several men, and Edward remembers Bella from years ago. He's mad…and protective, as usual.

Emotion fled from me. No, I had emotion. One emotion--pure rage. Forgetting that this girl was supposedly raised by our enemy and possibly was a part of their charade, I ran after them, planning to tear these sick fucks limb from limb. I felt strangely protective of her. I couldn't explain it. Carlisle's words about being careful ran through my head, but I didn't care. They would not hurt the girl who had starred in my dreams for the past few years. From their minds, I watched as she turned her head around again, probably looking for an escape, when she saw the other men coming toward her, trying to herd her. She didn't even look scared. She looked like she was concentrating hard. Why doesn't she scream? I saw her run into the alley, the men right behind her. A few of them were getting hard just thinking about her little body shaking with fear under them while they took advantage of her one by one. I ran faster but I didn't use my super speed until I was sure I was out of view of any witnesses. I could hear the commotion from where I was.

Not her!

I finally got there and my jaw dropped at what I saw. Blurs of white and black flashed before my eyes. The girl was fighting them! And she was winning! I looked around. Two of the men were already on the ground, presumably dead with blood gushing from both of their ears. She had the utmost look of concentration on her face. She wasn't scared at all. Actually, she appeared to be enjoying herself as she pulled one of the guy's heads into her knee hard. I heard the sickening clank sound that was his skull making contact with her kneecap. Damn. She hit him in just the right spot with just the right amount of force to kill him. She knew how to fight. I hadn't even considered that when I ran after to help her. Of course she would know how to fight. She was part of the Volturi. I kept looking for ways to help her, but I could never find a place to jump in. She was beating the living shit out of them…And enjoying every second of it.

One of them ran away when he realized they weren't dealing with a regular young woman, and I caught him before he could get out of his punishment. I grabbed him by the back of his head and his throat and slammed him against the wall of the alley hard, knocking him out. I turned back to the girl. Her unnaturally long, straight hair swung around her as she kicked and punched. Only three were still standing, and she took them all at the same time. One grabbed her from behind and tried throwing her down, but her hands were still free. She reached up and gouged out his eyes and then elbowed him in the nose while kicking another guy in the face.

It would have been disgusting if she hadn't been so damn sexy.

The man let go of her instantly and she turned around and grabbed his head with two hands. I looked away when I realized what she was about to do. I didn't see it, but I knew she broke his neck. While she did that, though, the other one that she kicked in the face tried running up to her. She looked off guard, so I moved in to stop him, but then something happened. A shield…or was it air?…something transparent shaped like an oval covered the girl. Was she doing that? She was half kneeling, half standing with her arms in front of her. He was running toward her and he smashed into the glass-like field covering her and keeled over. The thing around her was blocking him from getting to her, like some sort of fore field. He got up again, determined to defeat her, but he was exhausted, breathing hard and barely able to stand up. The last one tried to run, and again, I took care of him quickly, eager to get back to the show.

Yeah, this was infinitely better than Saw. I had the urge to sit down and grab some popcorn.

The girl had an expression that said I'm waiting. The last guy just walked up to her, defeated, but still trying to keep his pride. His hands swung out dumbly to grab her throat and she kicked him in the nuts. He grabbed his crotch and keeled over again for the last time, hardly breathing. Then she started kicking his face, breaking his nose, busting up his eyes. Finally, looking satisfied, she stopped and looked around, admiring her handiwork. I wanted to laugh at her cute smile, but I was still confused by the fact that her mind was still silent to me.

I cleared my throat. "Well….at least they all died happy," I said to her, gesturing to the obvious tents they all had, their erections all frozen in death. She turned around, finally acknowledging my presence with a murderous look.

I put my hands up in surrender. I was actually a little scared of her, to be honest.

The girl looked me up and down as I did the same to her. Her expression seemed to soften for a second as her eyes met mine. She was wearing all leather, like Catwoman or something but without the silly mask. She was so pale, as if she never saw sunlight. Her eyes were deep pools of brown chocolate, with long, dark eyelashes covering them. Her face was the same one from my dreams, only matured and more feminine. Her hair was still pin straight as if nothing overexerting had just happened, flowing down her shoulders onto her thin back. She had leather pants on that fit her like a second skin, and her shirt was more like a jacket, also leather and fitted with a zipper that ended where her heart would be. It had quarter length sleeves and she had cleavage from high heaven. The jacket cut off right at her waistline so that I could see a few inches her creamy white, muscular stomach. She had flat boots on. They weren't as flattering as everything else on her, but still sexy. I had been half expecting her to be wearing heels.

She was absolutely beautiful. Like one of those demonic angels. Beautiful and deadly. She walked up to me, her glare back in full force. Her gait reminded me of a feline's--sexy and feminine. She looked up at me, being almost a foot shorter. Her hands were on her hips. So this was the girl that haunted my memories and my dreams. Here she was, standing right in front of me as we had done so long ago. She was the first girl I ever thought was beautiful and now she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I didn't even care that she was my "enemy." I didn't care that her whole family was evil and wanted me dead. All I cared about was that she was here now with me. What a small world.

She just stared at me like I offended her or something.

"What?" I said.

"I didn't need your help," she said coldly, gesturing to the men I got rid of for her.

"Obviously not," I said, holding in a chuckle. She simply stared at me again. What was she thinking? She must have a gift that blocked her mind from being penetrated. Of course she would have a gift; she was a part of them and they all had some sort of gift. But why did her gift have to be a shield? It was like the one person's mind that I wanted to hear was covered by a brick wall. It wasn't fair.

The girl walked around me slowly, circling me as if trying to analyze me.

"You look familiar," she said, "have I threatened you before?"

I chuckled, unable to hold it in that time. Did she possibly remember me? Me, the boy with the bowl cut who had made her blush nine years ago? No, she couldn't remember me. I thought about her all the time because I kept having dreams of her. The only thing that hadn't changed about me was my hair and eye color. Maybe that was what triggered a memory in her brain…the memory of me.

Please remember me…And don't kill me…though a death by her would be a pretty nice, not to mention erotic, way to die…

"Um, I don't think so. But you look familiar, too. What's your name?" I asked. I was positive it was Bella, but making sure couldn't hurt, plus I didn't want to scare her by seeming stalker-ish…though the girl was probably fearless.

Oh, I already know your name is Bella. I have dreams about you all the time and I've been hoping to see you since we met when we were younger. Yeah, okay. That would definitely go over well. I might as well join the sick men on the ground.

She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. It was cute and sexy as all hell.

Then she started to walk away from me, grabbing her discarded coat from the floor of the alley. I followed, utterly intrigued by this girl. I took about two steps and then froze when I caught sight of her leather bound butt swinging as she walked away from me. I was in a daze for almost ten seconds until I shook my head and snapped out of it, chasing after her.

"Hey, I asked you something!" I said, catching up with her in no time. She didn't look at me, but I could see the smile she was fighting. I started walking on her left side.

"I know. I'm not required to answer. It's a free country, isn't it?" she shot back, not even glancing at me.

"Hmpf. Doesn't seem too free to me," I said. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, I just wanted to see her reaction. I meant to imply 'your family has ruined the world.' I thought I saw her face twist into hurt, but I couldn't be sure without the voice of her mind. Even though I had just witnessed her harm and kill five of the seven men, I couldn't think of her as one of those monsters. All I could see was the beautiful, innocent girl with the big brown eyes…but instead of having a summer dress and a sweet blush she had a rocking body and was as pale as a ghost.

"No, it's not free at all," she mumbled, mostly to herself. What did that mean? It was free to her, she ruled the world! She looked sad, though.

I got ahead of her and stopped to face her, forcing her to stop, too. "Who are you?" I asked, determined. Her glare returned, and I fought the urge to run away, she looked so mean.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" she said in a menacing tone, getting around me and continuing her escape. I don't think so.

With two strides I was back in front of her.

"Please?" I said softly. Her face softened again. Bipolar, aren't we?

"Believe me, you don't want to know me."

Okay, so what did that mean? Did that mean she knew who I was and that her family wanted me dead, and talking to her might just end my life? Was she telling me to leave her alone for my own safety? This girl was so confusing, it just made me more curious.

"If I guess, will you tell me if I'm right?" I said. Again, she held back a smile.

"Maybe," she said. We started walking again.

I wanted to play with her. Getting it right on the first try might scare her if she didn't recognize who I was. But then again, probably nothing would scare this girl.

"Okay, how about…Darlene?" my first try was met by a stuck out tongue, showing me that wasn't right.

"Doris?" Again, she looked at me as if I were crazy. I laughed.

"Beth?" Her left eyebrow shot up skeptically.

"Nope," she said, "One more try."

"Okay…how about….Bella?" I said finally, waiting for her reaction. She stopped abruptly and quickly turned to face me with wide eyes. She looked at my chest first, then her eyes swept up to mine, and her gaze was unfocused. I could not hear her thoughts, but her emotions were written on her face. She was thinking.

Yes! It is her!

"I guess I'm right," I said with a smirk. She looked terrified. What could possibly have her so scared?

"What's wrong?" I asked, now concerned. Was she scared of me? That didn't seem likely. I wasn't going to hurt her. And she wasn't going to hurt me. If she wanted to hurt me, she would have done it already.

"Did you find me on purpose?" she whispered. Her terror filled eyes made me feel horrible.

"No, I was just…" what could I possibly tell her? That I went out with some of my family? What if she remembered who I was and she told the Volturi I was here? "I went bowling with some friends, and you looked like you were in trouble, so…"

She seemed to believe me and relaxed a little, and started walking toward a motorcycle that was chained to a broken light pole. She unchained it and swung one leg over the bike and started it. Of course, Catwoman had to have some sort of fast, dangerous vehicle.

"Tell no one of our encounter. I will not speak of it, either. Can you promise me that?" she asked me. Of course I wouldn't talk about it; Carlisle would blow a gasket.

"Yes, I promise," I said, but I grew scared. My fear wasn't of being killed by her family; I became worried that this would be the last time I would see her. She shouldn't matter to me, though. I had met her once as a child, so what if I still had dreams about her? And she was my enemy, obviously from the way she dressed and the way she fought. I shouldn't want to see her again. But I did…badly. There was something about her, something special, and not just her beauty. I couldn't read her mind, but it seemed like hers was the only mind I really wanted to decipher. She stared back at me, her brown eyes ablaze. I couldn't read her thoughts, but her face was suddenly like an open book of emotion. In her eyes I saw fear, excitement, and also…sadness? Was she sad at the thought of leaving me too? I had to know if she remembered the little boy at the playground. I had to know if she knew who I was.

"I'm not going to ask you to explain this to me because you seem like you're in a hurry, but am I going to see you again?" I asked hopefully.

"Probably not," she answered sadly. I sighed. Of course not. Her kind was supposed to kill my kind on sight.

"Well, do you know who I am?" I said before thinking my words through. My question could be construed two ways. One, as the boy you met at the playground nine years ago, or two, as the boy from the Cullen family that your folks are so intent upon killing. She surprised me yet again.

Bella smiled for the first time. It was genuine. It lit up her face and a slight blush that had probably been nonexistent for a while made her radiant. She wasn't evil.

"How could I forget you, Edward Cullen? You were my first and only friend," she said. I gasped, and with that, she sped off into the night, leaving me alone and confused.

She remembered me after all this time. So this was what became of Isabella.

I stood there for about a whole minute, watching her black form fade into the distance until I could see no more. God, I hoped I would see her again. This new memory of her grown up and gorgeous would probably haunt my dreams now until the next time we met. Would it be another nine years?

I started to walk home, my mind going a mile a minute.

What happened to her? Hadn't Didyme raised her? Oh….Didyme was dead because of us. She was killed for letting us get away, as Carlisle thought. So Bella did not have a mother for very long. Was that why she had been so terrified of me? She knew who I was, knew she was supposed to kill my family. She would be killed if they knew what happened between us tonight. She would be murdered for letting me escape. "Leave me the fuck alone!" she had said. Did those words mean more than what I thought they had?

It was a whole nine years ago that I had seen her, but I never would have expected that sweet little blushing girl in the sundress to become that. The men deserved what they got, but still she was a murderer. So she had become one of them.

No, a voice in my head said, she's not a monster, enemy or not. In a way, she saved your life tonight.

Enemy…was she really that to me? I did not hate her, and I did not wish to kill her, so she could not be referred to as my enemy.

But she cannot be your friend, either.

I pushed that last thought to the side with a mental 'whatever.'

Another complication took hold. We could not stay here. If Bella was close, that meant other Volturi members were close, too. Did they track us here? Did they know where we were? Did they come to Washington for us? And especially the little town of Forks. The Volturi were spread out all over America, but why in the world would they come to little old Forks?

The answer was obvious. They came for us.

What if --I tried to stop the new thought before it came, but I was too late--What if Bella was actually on the streets tonight to find me and my brothers? She did not kill me tonight, but maybe her job was just to find us so that someone else could.

That made me sick to my stomach.

But Bella wouldn't do that. No, she wasn't evil, remember? I repeated the words in my head as if they were my mantra.

Not evil, not evil, not evil.

I neared our hidden house and thought about what to tell my family.

Carlisle would be pissed, of course, by the fact that I had talked to a stranger. This stranger, especially. Should I tell him that the Volturi were in town? I couldn't. He would want to move to save our family. He had every right to.

I should want to.

But I did not want to leave. I felt no fear at the possibility of our enemy's presence. I made an agreement with myself. I would tell Carlisle if I found any real evidence that the Volturi were here for us.

And then I would have to leave with them.

Sure you're not going to tell them? the voice of my sister surprised me. I looked up from the grass near my porch. Alice was standing there with her arms crossed, a scowl on her face.

Shit. She would have seen where I was tonight…who I was with. And reading her mind, she saw that I was not going to tell Carlisle in the future.

"Alice…" I said nervously. He eyebrow cocked. She was pissed.

"I can't believe you, Edward! Risking our lives like that! How could you do such a thing? You didn't even attempt to run away from her!" Alice whisper-yelled at me so that no one inside would hear.

"Alice, please calm down," I said. Did she tell them? She must not have because she kept lowering her voice. Worry grew in the pit of my stomach again.

"NO! I will not die because of your stupid naivety, Edward," she said.

"Bella isn't going to hurt us, nor will she ask someone else to hurt us. Plus, even if she did, you would see it before."

"Oh, so now it's Bella. You two seem to be such friends. Maybe we can all have a tea party and make up. I bet you would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Alice, she's not like them."

"Oh, because you know her so well. She murders a few rapists and you think she's just the best thing to ever come across your lonely, boring life," Alice continued in a huff.

I thought about Alice's words. Seeing Bella again had been the highlight of my last few years. Nothing as exciting as this had happened in so long. Her beautiful face swam in my head, and Alice gasped suddenly. I broke out of my reverie and saw Alice looking up at me, dumbstruck., her mouth agape.

"You want to see her again." She said it as a statement, and I knew it was true, but what could she have seen in the future that made her come to her conclusion?

"Alice? Do you see me seeing her again?" I asked frantically, trying to pick the future from her mind. I saw Bella, but the vision was fuzzy. We were laying on grass, both smiling, but that was it. I couldn't see much past that. Alice turned to me with a new expression, her eyes still unfocused.

"I don't know, Edward."

"You're not going to tell Mom and Dad, are you?" I asked, panicking. She looked down, her eyes focusing again. Her real thoughts were hidden from me. She was translating the Gettysburg Address in French so that I would not know what she was really thinking.

"No. I won't tell them. But I can't say the same for the future. If there is any sign that she or them will hurt us, I will tell them everything."

"Okay. Thank you." She shook her head muttering 'the things I do for you.'

I sighed in relief. I would more than likely see Bella again. I was counting on it.

But what would happen when we would see each other again?

A/N: Okay, if you like where this is going, tell me please. This is my second story and I feel like a bit of an amateur being just out of high school. My senior trip is quickly approaching so it might be a little while before I post again. Hmmm …So…Bella's a badass! lol What's going to happen next? It's Bella's POV and a lot more shall be revealed, just click that review button and make my day! Cheers!