EPOV

Her face was tight with fear; it was strange how uneasy that frightened look caused me considering I almost shot her, why should I care if she fears me? She should. Unsure of what to do, feel, or even think anymore I sit next to her and we both stare silently at the surrounding trees. Her face turned stubbornly away.

BPOV

Silence, a bird called in the distance to disturb the silence and yet he sat next me not moving. It made me wonder what his voice sounds like when he's happy or what his laugh sounds like. Turning my head away in slight disgust I wonder what is wrong with me. In the middle of a mental breakdown I start day dreaming about his stupid voice?! I heard his voice was in anger.

Still silence, was this a new tactic? I've had; the caring mother, the helpful doctor, and the crazy sister, now the silent killer? Why couldn't I be left in peace, I don't think I have any fight in me anymore. Why wouldn't he just say something! Anything this waiting is a nightmare.

EPOV

"What's your name?" they're satisfied I didn't say anything to out of line, a simple ordinary question, I felt rather smug, I tried a smile to add to the innocence of the moment.

Slap...

She slapped me?!

BPOV

"What's your name?"

Normally a simple question wouldn't bother me but I had had it I was not in the best mental state to begin with, and when I saw that sarcastic crooked grin I knew he was messing with me like everyone else did, stupid Bella. I stared at his face the anger growing he kept silent just staring and grinning. He knocks me out kidnaps me tries to kill me and then asks my name? What can he not read the driver's license I know he saw else it would be in my pocket.

My anger got too much I wanted to wipe that expression from his face, I raised my hand and slapped him as hard as possible, momentarily awed by my violence despite everything I had gone through I had never retaliated I must really have snapped.

But then…reality sank in, man I really hate reality, it's such a bitch! You're perfectly happy in your little anger bubble and then it has to come along and spitefully pop it.

OH GOD I JUST SLAPPED A HIT MAN

There it is lovely reality.

"No offence meant" His voice was quiet and strained almost as if he was holding his anger at bay; I really couldn't blame him... this time. However I was now starting to shake with shock and thought aw hell how much angrier can I make him?

"Offended me? Kidnapped, threatened, imprisoned, and nearly killed! But NO you never offended me!" The look on his face was almost worth what he was going to do to me. I imagine that his previous victims had never had the chance to voice their objections.

"I'm trying to…" if it wasn't for the venom in his voice I would have been fooled by the look in his eyes, again how many women had seen that and been comforted falsely?

"Shoot me? Does talking make it easier? or is this how you kill?" feeling slightly sick now, this man was gorgeous but how deadly he was I had seen him kill that day and then threaten me, at the time I begged he would just carry it out, I wonder what stopped him.

"You saw that?" I couldn't decide his expression; it was surprising that a killer had more than one.

"The gun was in my face asshole." Was that relief? Or a hint of amusement? This was getting out of hand. What happened to our boundaries; I was the kidnaped soon to be the victim and he was the killer. In his head should be how to kill me and then what he is going to eat later nothing else. Why can't everyone stick to their roles, nothing will save me and I would rather die knowing the status quo.

EPOV

"OH that one" Shit why did I say that? She already looked like she was going to explode from the conflict of emotions warring on her face; exhaustion was winning until I said that now pure fury took the lead.

"WHAT?" Ah fury wins it; ok what to do usually I shoot or run, so I could go with….. Come on brain you are the boss of the biggest crime family in the world have been killing for a decade give me something…blank damn need to listen to Alice and how Jasper handles her more.

"Just tell me why you were there; please I don't want to hurt you." Honesty is best right? Please, if I was honest in my line of work I would be six feet under, and based on her exasperated look she wasn't buying it. Why is it I can lie my way out of death row but not out of the brown eyed prison I was currently trapped in.

"Your living is comprised of pain from what I here." Ouch guess I deserved that but why put it so bluntly I protect and provide for my family it's not like I enjoy it...much. Ok time to regroup I feel like a prepubescent boy caught by my mother in the act for the first time. Cullen, time to get professional.

"He told you." It was a statement as I knew Carlisle would, he was kind but honest.

"Yes." That was it she stared at me now challenging me with her eyes, while her mouth remained unmoving. Damn this woman infuriated me.

"You are infuriating" ah we are finally getting down to business I would lay it all out there and see what happens.

"You are evil" hundreds of people have said those words to me with much more feeling yet it almost hurt when she said it, interesting?

"I know" well why pretend otherwise?

"why hurt people, tear family's apart?" fair question, but I was confused why she would care, she seemed like the world had spat her out after draining everything she had so why care about others anymore?

"You don't know who I hunt, so don't presume" for some reason it bothered me she would think I picked on innocents, though in all fairness I have tried to kill her twice.

"Really so everyone deserved it and the big fat pay check was an inconvenience" For someone who sarcasm is an everyday comforting tone I really hated hearing it said to me. Ready to scare her, remind her who I was my brain came up with an extremely dark reply...

"Everyone makes mistakes" where did that come from? I'm good at what I do so what mistakes? My brain is fried it must be but why did it feel so good to announce that?

"Mine didn't end in money, new car, or a shiny gun" she really is a bitch why did I save her again? Oh yea Mummy bitch threatened to skin me.

"What was yours?" Ignoring her insulting comments I went for honesty again. She seemed to have suffered more pain than many I dealt with. Was it possible that she was merely in the wrong place wrong time? Oh god if that's true then I am a monster.

My face froze in fear, please be a spy, please… I was busy pleading with my non-existent deity thatI nearly missed what she said next.

"None of your business" wow I thought she was pissed before but that was pure venom. I've threatened her twice, she's broken down twice no innocent has that much spine to throw such a hating tone my way after all of that, she was hiding something. Ah the relief.

"Wrong everything in this town is my business" clichéd yet true, I owned half the police and the other half liked having families.

"I hate you" that I have heard many a time, but never have I returned the feeling with such confusing and hate.

"I hate you too, you infuriating women no one has pissed me off as much as you and lived to tell the tale!" ok even I was shocked at how harsh that sounded my stomach clenched at the hurt look in her eyes which faded to hopelessness, no she can't give up I liked the fiery kitten side I may not know what is going on but I wasn't ready to end this.

"Kill me" such a small whisper her head was tucked down, the sound pulled at the dead hole in my chest in a way I had never felt before.

"No" my voice was equally quiet, twice I had failed, and at this moment I couldn't even look at the gun.

"Why not isn't that why you're here?" maybe but not originally, relieved she was curious once more and not giving up.

"This is my place" now it was my turn to look away, I felt more than heard her shift she was now lightly brushing my arm with her hair, I sniffed slightly…strawberry's? Huh I can't say why that surprised me it just did.

"Yours?" confusion not surprising the meadow was quiet, beautiful and peaceful. Many would not describe this as the place Edward Cullen came to play, perhaps they envisioned a torture chamber or at the very least a BDSM room. I smirked slightly remembering those rumours, Alice, in her quest to find me love resorted to getting me a bunch of subs, but alas if I was into relationships I feel mine would be more traditional.

I nodded just to see if she was watching, I really am pathetic sometimes.

"Beautiful." like you, see? Pathetic where did that come from? This is not how the conversation should be yet I couldn't bring myself to change it yet, no one had talked to me about my meadow before, with its gorgeous apple trees and wild flowers, no one had dared.

"The only beauty in my soul comes from outside influences" my tone reflected nothing, because what was there? It was true I had my innocence trained out of me by my father.

"Why not quit?" simple question but one I had never pondered before, I thought for a little while hearing her draw back obviously scared that she had said something wrong.

"Can't quit family" hoping this would make her feel better I didn't expect the nod of confirmation in the corner of her eye. Damn I knew she had been through hell but from her own family? Bar my father even killers was protective of their own.

"Die?" it was a question seemingly not meant for me I realised we were delving into her issues now and eager to learn I said the only thing I could think of.

"That won't make me any happier" she laughed sarcastically, stupid Cullen did she really seem like she wanted to be happier?

"What happened?" I was back to that again but I wasn't cut out for this touchy feely stuff, I seemed to just ruin any chance of her opening up, or got to pissed off to try.

"What I hide isn't to do with your family, or if it is you would have to kill me for I would destroy you all!" ok that I didn't expect I really didn't know what to think, if she was hiding something to do with my family I would have killed her but something in my gut keeps bypassing my brain to still my hand what is it about her?

BPOV

Fierceness fading I looked into his beautiful green eyes that held such a kind look, I never did fierce well and now it was just pathetic, the gun lay before us reminding me this wasn't some high school hideaway.

"I was a good kid, I tried to be. My Father was a cop, the chief of police, everyone loved him and he knew it. The thing about being loved is it gives someone power, the power to do anything they wish." Concentrating on a leaf in my hands I tried to block the memories, I may spill my soul but he would not see my tears.

"He loved the adoration, the power; my mother adored his badge and married him till she knew who he was." Taking a shaky breath I may not be able to stop the flashbacks but I would control them the pain though lucky in some ways was nothing compared to that of what was coming.

"He loved us in his own twisted way I think, I was three when it started, or when it involved me, my sister Vickie had just been born, she had the most amazing hair, beautiful red, strange as my mum had black hair and he had brown hair." God I loved Vickie she was my real life doll, I used to help my mom bathe her, make her laugh, and I would lay next to her at night fiercely protective even at my young age.

"His imagination grew to paranoia, no matter how much my mother screamed it was his child, he got drunk one night and when Vickie started to scream at the way he was beating our mum he grabbed her and threw her into the pool" I didn't add how I had jumped out of my window on the second floor to reach her, luckily I landed on a big patch of flowers but it stunned me and I couldn't move as I watched my sister trying to swim. He never let her learn despite having a pool too cheap for the kid he hated. My mother screaming her heart out trying to reach her baby as we all watched the little red head disappear forever.

"He was the distraught parent and my mother was inconsolable, you may wonder why she didn't go to the police, but in our town he was the police. Why didn't she run? he took all her money, sold her car, we were prisoners in that house and my life was on the line next" it went on for years as the abuse got worse, he would start on me when I was 12 a slap here and a punch there, everyone in school thought I was clumsy, poor clumsy little Bella with the bruised look, shy eyes but she had perfect parents so it was alright. I don't think I will ever get over the resentment there apathy has left me with.

I snuck a glance at him he was quiet, still as a statue, his face blank. I was confused for a second why not judge? Laugh? or even be angry? I guess he is a heartless killer. Even so I was relaxing around him, a dangerous position to be in I know. My mind was too tired to care much besides letting everything out had made me feel better, more so than I could have ever imagined.

EPOV

I couldn't control my expression so I shut it down, into to "killer Eddie" as Emmett puts it. Inside I was a mess; the guilt I felt was overpowering, the anger at what she had been through, and the pain of seeing such anguish in such a young pair of eyes, why didn't I see it before? What did I do?

But there was a darker side that sneered at the story, I'm ashamed to admit, that didn't believe nor care. She knew too much so she would have to die anyway.

What the hell do I do? At least killing her seemed to be a service in her favour. I was too busy pondering what to do I missed the change in her, from beaten down to that pure anger again.

"You know what the sad part is? What happened then doesn't even matter don't know why I bothered to tell you! Sure my father was a sick twisted dick, but what's great about this world is there is no limit to the shit it spills on you… you know what just fucking kill me you sick bastard!"

She stood up and flung the gun at me, I didn't know what to do, she seemed so different to a second ago, and I dreaded thinking of what might still have happened to this sweet girl.

She seemed to see the dilemma in my face and decided pissing me off would work.

"aww does the poor pathetic murderer feel for me, yea well then put me out of my misery!" She really wanted to die I could see it in her eyes, she wanted the pain to end but could I end it?

EMPOV

Alice was bugging me all day to do background on the little stray we found, and after Rose came back so angry I decided to hide and get to work. I read the printouts my babies, I do love my computers they were state of the art and built by yours truly god they were a networkers wet dream, had given me and my heart stopped.

"ROSE!" yelling I raced through the house startling both Rose and Alice.

"Emmett what the hell?" shoving the papers into their hands they read with mounting shock.

"Shit no?" nodding I asked where Bella was and the look of shocked turned to fear.

"I left her with Edward" Rose stuttered out, glaring at her I started to run only one place he would be with all going on, and he needed to know this, out of everyone here he was not the person to be around someone who had gone through enough crap to make even me suicidal. He might just be stupid enough to kill her out of pity, but I knew that would destroy him, the soft part he has kept hidden all these years, the part he had touched even if he didn't believe it.

BPOV

This was it. I sucked up my courage; he had bought the pathetic appeal and was reaching for the gun, glad the pain would finally stop I grabbed his hand and stared into his eyes. Pleading with him with mine own I slid my finger down to the trigger. This was going to end right now, no more pain. I will be there soon sweetheart.