A/N Ok, well, obviously I'm as stubborn as Bella because I'm going to keep on writing no matter what! Yep, so be expecting many more chapters! But you know I'd still LOVE it if I got maybe one or two more reviews? PLEASE? I'm hoping you guys tell your friends, I don't really care about publicity (lol, jk) but I luv hearing criticism on my writing. Lately I keep losing that slightly edgy tone to my writing. Pray I get it back!
CARLISLE POV
Isabella Swan was a seeker.
Not just any seeker, the best most had seen.
The agency held seekers for all purposes, from teaching a child a lesson, to bringing down the top criminal cases.
And then there was the matter of my son.
He had once been the greatest pianist of our time, and happy in his ways.
That all changed when he'd come back from his rebellious stage.
He blamed humans for his stupid mistakes. And now he took it out on the girls in his little 'harem'.
We'd fought him, but his mindreading was too powerful to give up. If our family shall ever fight in another war, we'd need him.
And there was the fact we all could still remember the good Edward.
I'd asked the agency decades ago for a seeker, and one by one Edward sent them running. Or made them dig their own graves.
The agency lost every one of their greatest seekers in an attempt to help. And eventually they couldn't force another seeker to give their life for my needs.
Seekers were powerful, none the less.
Their powers vary greatly.
And here is the great Isabella Swan, top seeker, come to help me.
And inside, I hope she doesn't die.
Many have heard of her, and the speculation of her existence has been of great importance for quite some time. Her power and skill are far too amazing to be real. That's why she does ever so well in her cases.
Every seeker I pushed on Edward made no attempt to hide their power, but instead tried to force change upon him.
But Isabella insisted her identity stay hidden and the issue of her name remain a coincidence.
No one has ever been sure if she was real, the agency hides her so well.
Her past has earned her many enemies.
After Edward's murder of so many seekers, a hatred and unbalance rested between our family and the agency.
We'd agreed to stop taking seekers to avoid warfare.
But she came on her own.
Jasper was the the co-founder of the agency but a son of our family as well. And when he was evaluating the girls one had not an ounce of fear, but rather amusement.
Her face set him off.
Days and days of ranting finally cooled down to an agreement to meet with her secretly.
And here we are.
It'd been thirteen minutes past the time I told Isabella to meet us. And those thirteen minutes had been HELL. Pure Hell. Jasper was ready to murder Isabella.
And with all the torture I'd been put through, I was willing to let him.
The house mother said she'd left with Edward, that devil son of mine. How I wished she would change him.
The sooner, the better.
I'd taken my stance inside the door, ready to pounce on Isabella the moment I got a hold of her.
"Hi-ya Carlisle." The smirk on her face was obvious, even showing in her voice.
"Do you know what the last thirteen minutes with Jasper have been like? He's practically ready to kill you! And I don't mean just kill you I mean, chop your head off, shred the pieces, and stomp on the grave kill you!" I meant every word. As Jasper ranted through the room shouting profanities, I thought up murder scenarios that might take place when he saw her.
A chuckle made its way through her lips and the combustion of laughter afterwards kept me hoping Jasper would draw out her death.
"Well you can tell Jasper he could've spent those thirteen minutes getting his panties out of a twist."
She said it with such confidence a shock coursed through me.
But I quickly got over it and was glowering with anger. They could light the top of the tree at Christmas I was probably so red and bright with anger.
My hand involuntarily raised to smack some sense into her, but I gained control and pulled it down.
"I think I'll give you the pleasure." With that we were flying down the halls toward the dining room for a most certainly dreadful meeting.
Isabella was undoubtedly clumsy, my hands ached with the need to just through her over my shoulder and run quicker instead of having to drag her with me.
Within an hour-like minute, we were staring at the castle-like doors to the dining room.
The first step we took into the dining room Jasper had pinned her to the wall, hands around her neck, trying to suffocate her to death.
"Are you crazy? Huh? Answer me!" He boomed with anger vibrating through his voice, but all she did was tense up for a second, standing her ground.
"I think you and me both know the answer to that first question." Her voice held the sickly sweetness that could create the strongest predators.
"And as for coming here, I guess that's one definition of stupid as well."
Jasper's hands only grew tighter, but she simply brushed him off and took a seat at the table where I sat to watch their angry squabble.
Jasper came to sit, as I stood.
"Isabella, before this meeting really becomes a meeting, Jasper wants an examination of the damage."
She stood up trying to hide the pain but it was obvious that the damage was abundant.
Jasper scowled largely at her before speaking.
"I told you not to come here. You knew not to come here. And yet you did. I cannot fend for you here Iz!"
"And you know I don't need you to. I am perfectly prepared to protect myself when needed. I have no idea what is so upsetting." The mere sound of indifference in the reference to my son sent shock parading across my composed face.
"Don't play stupid with me. You know better than to get confident. That's how people die in this business Iz! Is that you want? To die?"
"Again I am unaware of what angers you."
"You've been here one day, Iz, one day! And you manage to get the hell beaten out of you? This isn't the same as before! It's not amateur hour! This is high quality, cruel beating, knock-the-hell –out-of-you serious!"
"Jasper, calm yourself, Edward is nearby and I haven't the greatest excuse to why Isabella would be here at the hour." It was true and I would not let Edward start a war with our family.
"How could you be so stupid?" His voice had changed, it sounded broken and hurt.
"You know I can do this! I'm the best they've got there, and I only choose the very worst scenarios. This is a bad one! How could I know the true seriousness of the situation at hand without diving right into it? Answer me that Jasper."
"Iz, if this is what has happened your very first day, you know your temper! It flares too quickly for that clever mind to kick in! Think, just think about how deep you're getting in!"
His voice held such concern, almost greater than when he spoke of us and Alice.
Her voice softened and her features visibly untensed.
"Jasper, the worse you tell me he is, the more I know I have to stay."
A sad look washed over Jasper knowing no force could pull her away.
"What if you die?" His voice was barely a whisper of the wind.
"Then it will be because of fair need. Sometimes for the worst cases, it takes death to bring a light of truth to their eyes."
"You don't have to be the one to fix this! We have other seekers!" He was shouting, but it was his last way to plead with me.
"I know what I'm doing. I am fully aware of the fact that this is dangerous, but I knew that before I came."
Her voice held resignment, and Jasper knew nothing more could change her mind.
"Hey, you and I both know how easy it is for me to kill a predator." She let out a forced laugh.
"Sometimes I go a little too far, don't I?" Now her voice was a whisper.
"Iz, you're still the wonderful seeker and sister to me no matter what the past tells."
And with that we all left, only being able to guess the horrors of what was to come for Isabella.
