A/N: this is a new thing im trying where everybody is killed in some way... i think it's kinda funny, but PLEASE NO FLAMES!!! if u dont like stories where people die, then dont read my fic. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, bla, bla, nor do I own Cadillac.

P.S.-Check out some of my other fics, McDonalds Breaks Your Bones, The Bookbag, Edward Scissorhands: Twilight Edition, and a poem called Love. Tell me what you think about them please!

Prev. chapter:

I walked to her house and climbed the tree outside of her window with a gun in my left hand.

Edward POV:

I was climbing the tree, thankful I was wearing gloves, and then I looked into her window. I saw her, the girl named Bella, all curled up on her bed like a small child, and she looked so...perfect.

I couldn't describe it, but she looked so innocent and beautiful, her lips moving slightly as if she were talking in her sleep. Gorgeous, absolute perfection. An angel.

No! Get a grip on yourself, Edward! You're supposed to be killing her, not wanting to fuck her. Jeez.

I took several calming breaths, trying to soothe myself and the now prominent bulge in my pants. I slowly slid her window open, and it didn't even squeak once.

As quietly as humanly possible, I took a small leap off of the tree and landed softly in her room, rocking back onto my heels.

She lay there, and she looked so small and fragile, I was afraid to even kill her. How could someone want her dead? NO! Shutup! Cold, hard, killing machine Edward, not soft, gushy, touchy-feely Edward. Time to...murder...her.

That was the first time I ever actually thought about it as murder. Oh well, it's all for the money anyway, right?

I stepped closer to her bed, and she stirred. I half-jumped in surprise, afraid I had made a sound that would give me away. She rolled over and sighed softly.

I stepped even closer, checking the silencer on my gun...but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I sighed and tried convincing myself that it was all about the money, but now I wasn't so sure. How many good people had I killed with no thoughts other than money?

She was facing me, and when I went and sat in the rocking chair that was in the corner, she sighed, almost like she was watching me. Then I noticed how great this rocking chair was. It was like it was made for me, I fit so perfectly in it. I sat that way all night long, gently rocking myself back and forth, watching Bella sleep. What a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman.

I knew that she was seventeen, and I was twenty-one. Four years doesn't matter...

I finally trailed off and slept.

Bella POV:

I knew he was there, the person who had been watching and following me. I knew it when he slid the window open. Nobody could know that it made any sound, but it did, and I knew that sound like my own heartbeat.

It slowly whooshed open, and I heard him land on the floor. I felt him staring, and heard him muttering something about beautiful... and perfect... and angel...

I wondered if he was talking about me. No, silly Bella, of course he's talking about you. You're the only gorgeous one in the room. Duh! That may have been conceited, but I knew I was fucking damn sexy.

I moved a little bit, hoping to see him better through the slit in my eyelids. He jumped a little, and I thought I was going to die from holding in my laughter, and I just sighed, trying to not burst out in giggles, but then I saw his gun, and I thought I was going to die for real. He was fiddling with a thingy on the end of it, and it looked really weird.

I was trying really hard to not scream, and keep my breathing shallow, like I was sleeping. He walked over to my rocking chair and sat down in it, watching me. I sighed in relief, even though I wanted to jump for joy that I wasn't going to die tonight.

I thanked God with a silent prayer, and then drifted off to sleep.

Edward POV:

In the small hours of the morning, I woke up to see Bella sitting up on her bed, watching me. I just stared back, not knowing what to do or say. She finally broke the silence by whispering, "Why are you here?"

I looked around for my gun, but I saw that she had it in her lap. I sighed, and returned her question with, "What did you do to make someone want to kill you?" She gaped at me, and slowly said, "Who told you to kill me?"

"I don't know. He didn't give me his name, but he offered to pay me ten thousand dollars to kill you, so I wasn't going to refuse."

(A/N: I changed it from $ten million to $ten thousand in case anybody was wondering. :D)

She looked stunned, and said quietly, "Jacob."