Getting pass the bouncers was no problem, I strolled up to them, let out a breathy "Hi there boys" and I was in. The slutesque outfit I was wearing getting the most of the credit, I could feel the eyes of said bouncers following the sway of my ass on the way in- so far, so good.

I swallowed down the feeling of discomfort in favor of throwing a smug smile over my shoulder. When in the building my eyes did the routine of looking for potential threats. I went through a dark corridor hearing the faint pulse of club music and felt the stale smell of sex. The corridor was lined with doors - I could hear the moans coming from inside of them. They certainly started early.

When I reached the opening to what I assumed was the big room I saw yesterday I encountered another bouncer, really the tragic attempt of security in here. The bouncer didn't even check me for weapons, the only reason for that I believed was that the usual women was deemed harmless. Poor unsuspecting bastards. I turned my determined walk into a slow seductive sauntering upon entering the main room. I surveyed the room looking for Hunter and fought my muscles to keep them from stiffening, because from the corner of my eye I saw a familiar looking man - a man with piercing green eyes and a unruly mop of bronze hair. Shit.

Definitely Mafia. He wore what looked like a expensive suit and he practically radiated danger. I could not, would not get distracted. Placing the mans presence in the back of my mind, I started to looking for my target. And there he was, sitting in the same spot as yesterday nursing what looked like not the first beer tonight. He fought a girl for her presence, she was trying to get away- I understood her completely. James Hunter was a pudgy man, with his blond greasy looking hair in a long ponytail at the nape of his neck. He gave out the aura of slime and only the truly desperate would go to him willingly or, you know, me. I strolled in his direction, putting some extra sway in my hips for some extra attention. Hunter looked like the kind of man that enjoyed getting an after sought prize. I could feel Green-eyed mans stare. I could also see Hunter leering at me as I shivered, the stare at the back of my neck was truly intense. I wasn't the only one to recognize the familiar then.

As I approached the target I let out, yet again, a breathy:

"Hi there big boy. You interested?" I the continued to flutter my lashes at him, not that it mattered. His attention was caught up lower south.

"Do you think you can handle my cock baby doll?" He said with a smug tone albeit with a certain sincerity, he really wanted me- interesting.

"Why don't we test the theory?" By now Hunter had pulled me between his legs where he was sitting on the barstool. I felt him passively fondling my ass and biting my neck whilst trying to think of a proper location. Hunter seemed like the creepy sort, so I said:

"Why don't we take this outside?" I didn't wait for an answer before grabbing the hand that was on my backside and started leading him outside. I spotted a backdoor that led directly to the alleyway behind the club. Finally outside I got pressed up against the rough brick wall, which was perfect for what I had planned. I wrapped a leg around his hip as I felt something being pressed against me. Fighting a gag I chanted "It's for the mission, it will be over soon" over and over in my head while letting out a fake moan, Hunter seemed to buy it, since he pressed even tighter against him.

Finally having him in the desired place, I had a decision to make. Hemlock or Aconite. They were both equally deadly and fairly quick. The hemlock took longer time but was more painful. Hunter would also be aware for longer. His body would shut down and give up on him, deliciously painful.

The Aconite would kill him instantly considering the dosage I brought. Hunter would suffocate from asphyxiation and then collapse with no other physical sign of distress. I didn't feel like I had the patience for the hemlock, but a disgusting grunt from the man pushing me against the wall reminded me. Reminded me of the fact that he betrayed the Cullen's. Reminded me of the fact that he wounded Carlisle's business. Reminded me of the fact that Carlisle wound want a painful revenge. Carlisle, the kind man that befriended my parents and fierce protector of the ones important to him, got betrayed by one of those he sought to protect. Hemlock it is.

Making sure that Hunter had as little movability and sight as possible, I reached into my now exposed holster getting out one of the fake mascara tubes. I pressed the hidden button to expose the syringe before plunging it in the big vein in Hunter's neck. At the pain Hunter snapped his head up shouting:

"What the fuck are you doing girl!?" I dropped the fake facade and pushed the vile man off of me. I sneered at him.

"Why I'm poisoning you of course, what did you think I was doing? Enjoying your attention? Not likely." I scoffed.

By now Hunters face had turned a alarming shade of red and I could see it in his eyes that he was going to attack me, preparing myself mentally for the much bigger mans move. Proving my reading to be correct, Hunter charged yelling foul words at me. He was a clumsy man with no tactic in his assault and therefore went for the easy punch- he was aiming a right hook in my direction. I dodged the blow expertly to Hunters chagrin. I then proceeded to face him, this time curling up my fingers in my palm, securing them. When Hunter charged again I used the palm and lower part of my hand, putting my body behind the punch, and slammed it in his face. More exactly right on his nasal bone. I heard a satisfactory crack and the following "BITCH" and saw the blood flowing freely form his nose.

The unexpected force from the blow had tipped Hunter over on his back to the ground, and if my timing was correct, the hemlock had caused his nervous system to break down by now, thus ensuring that he would not be able to get back up. The scared but defiant voice saying "What have you done to me you little cunt? Change it back!"

"No can do baby doll-" I said using his word back to him. "The hemlock has shut down your body and now you can lie there in pain and really think about how you actually fucking thought that you could hide your dirty business from Carlisle Cullen."

At my words his contorted face paled and I saw that he was struggling to move his tongue and mouth to spit out words of reply. To bad that he would never ever speak again. I leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Enjoy the feeling of struggling to move your body, feeling it going numb bit by bit and only having your not so bright mind working, the burning sensation at the area were the numbness starts spreading upwards. Because I will thoroughly enjoy seeing it happen to you. I'll tell Carlisle you said hi."

I stepped back, took out my phone from the other holster and texted one word to my father to signal his calling the clean up crew that was coming to clean up the mess that wasn't there. I had argued against it, knowing that I would do a tidy job but my dad just said that it was mafia protocol and left it at that.

So now I wait.

It didn't take long before I heard the voices from what I suspected was the clean up- four minutes tops. I found that odd because that meant that they had been waiting close by, usually those type of crews had so many tasks per night that they sped around the city dumping bodies left and right. Even more surprising was that I heard the booming voice of one Emmett Cullen, just in time with the first sight of the outlines of two men. I recognized both. Green-Eyed man. I then heard a bit of their conversation and Emmett saying "Come on Edward, don't be such a killjoy!"

I stifled a gasp at the realization- Green-Eyed man was Edward Cullen. I did not know to feel at the thought. I felt relief at the knowledge of his identity, I felt tingly by the memory of the way he looked at me, I felt discomfort thinking about the way he affected me and I felt certain that this was going to have an catastrophical ending. So I did the only thing I could do, I put on a blank expression feigning ignorance of their presence and waited. Waited to see Edward Cullen's reaction to me. Chances were that they would not be in my favor.