As I said before, it is clear who it is now. I should have stated there will be some bashing of many of the Twilight characters. I'm trying to figure out how to space the sentences and paragraphs on FF. Usually it is done for us as we post it but here we have to upload. And I am not familar with html coding. So please bear with me.

Oh yeah, I don't own Twilight or anything associated with it.

Thanks for reading.

Chapter 1

She was lost in thought as she stared out over the midnight sky from the room balcony. Her thoughts were of around a month ago whenever a man dropped a huge sum of money into her case. She had come with him as requested. He had rented a motel room, fed and had clothed her after her shower. He had told her that night who he was, and why he was running, or had left actually. She hugged him with no questioning and had been at his side since. Until he ordered her away, she would be there.

His cold arms slid around her waist from behind. She leaned back into him.

"Your back."

"Yes, you seem distracted."

"I was thinking about the night we met."

She quieted as he pushed his face into her hair and sucked in air deep, valuing her scent.

"Paperwork is final.", he half growled.

"Will they know where you are?"

"No, he has his orders. He knows not to disobey me."

She leaned her head to the side, offering him her throat. "I love you. I know it's only been a month but I do. I fell in love. I tried not to." She felt the smirk from him against her neck.

He ran his hands up her waist to run his fingertips over the sides of her breasts. "I'm glad you love me. " His lips ghosted over the side of her neck where she moaned as he gently sucked. "Let's get married."

"Now?"

"Now. Before you ask, I can use my old name, my real name." He ran his tounge up her throat. "Say yes. My divorce is final. It was under that name."

"Won't she see?"

"Not if it's split second."

"Won't they care?"

"Doesn't matter."

He growled as his cell phone rang. Cursing under his breath, he smirked as she took it off his beltloop and flipped it open. She was close enough to hear the words.

"We found you. Either get the door open or get in the fucking truck."

He closed the phone and quickly gathered their things, throwing her over his shoulder. Once she was in the car, he ran to the truck, talking quickly and then was in the car. "Hang on tight. We have to go."

She leaned her head back against the seat. "Was it her?"

He shook his head. "No and yes.

"Who is in the truck?"

"A friend to help."

She watched as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. She had never seen him angry but right now she was seeing it plainly. "Why are you so angry?"

"I want to be left alone and be happy with you. Don't worry about it. I'll calm down sooner or later. We will just keep moving for the time being." He smiled and she felt some better.

Somewhere in the United States a female sat massaging her head as her headache got worse.