A/N Heeey, so here's the new update. (Well if course its new, its an update!) But anyway, I think you'll like it, or at least I hope you do. Some of you might hate it. But please, continue and find out for yourself.
Chapter 16
"The truth lives in the beginning." Edward translated. "Okay so do you know what that means?" He asked with confusion.
"I may have a slight idea." I said biting my lip and pacing the floor. "Think about it. The truth? This is much more than a simple payback. The Donovan Clan are holding a huge grudge against us, but why?" I wondered out loud. "Something had to have happened at the first encounter."
"But what?" He asked, only fueling my musing.
"I don't know, but that's not all of it. Why did they call me? Why did they give me the phone?" I pondered.
"First of all, how'd did you even get the phone?" He asked, skeptically.
I had brief flashback and stated, "Jane, the coffee shop, the guy."
"You realize you're making zero sense, right?"
"When we captured Jane, on my way out, some guy bumped into me. I checked my pockets and nothing was missing, I didn't think to check if anything was added." I groaned. How could I have been so foolish? Why wasn't I more vigilant?
"So they wanted you to go to the warehouse." Edward concluded.
I nodded and added, "And they knew I'd bring you..." I paused, because a frightful thought entered my mind, "Edward I think we were being studied." My eyes widened at the idea. Turning to look at him, I noticed that he seemed to be questioning my logic.
"My one question is, why are they targeting you and me?" He asked resting his chin in his hand.
"I don't know, but I think the location of Leah, is in the note." I rushed over to my jacket, looking for the stupid piece of paper.
"How? All it did was taunt us?" Edward shook his head.
"Maybe, but if you and I are the targets, than maybe it was meant for us to understand." I said rereading the note.
"Okay, so the beginning, what do we know about it?" He said brainstorming possibilities.
"Not enough, but we know someone who does." I stated grabbing a hoodie and exiting the office. Division One's office was a mess. There were boards with names and details everywhere, papers scattered the floor and tables, along with discarded coffee cups sprinkled around the room.
"How you are doing, Bella?" Alice asked from where she stood, next to Ben.
"I'm fine. Do you know where Carlisle and Charlie are?" I asked.
"Dad should be in his office, and Charlie hasn't left the training room. He's there with the 1st year trainees." She responded.
I nodded in thanks and headed toward Carlisle's office, with Edward striding to my side.
"Do you think they know what this is about?" He questioned.
"It's our best bet at the moment." I shrugged, quickly hopped off the elevator, and walked to Carlisle's office. I knocked at the door, waiting for a response.
"Enter." Answered a voice from inside. Edward opened the door and motioned for me to go in first. I walked in, standing in front of Carlisle's desk. The middle aged blonde smiled as he leaned back in his chair.
"My, what brings you two here?" He asked calmly.
"Carlisle, could you please call Charlie up here to meet us?" Edward answered. The smile slowly disappeared from his face.
"Is everything alright?" He asked starting to worry.
"I'm afraid not." I sighed. He nodded, picking up the phone on his desk and pressing a button. We waited in silence as he spoke through the phone.
"Charlie, your presence is needed in my office." He paused, listened and tightly responded, "I wish I knew, it seems your daughter and my nephew need both of us to be present. Yes, thank you." He hung up, and folded his hands on his desk.
"He's on his way. Can I know what this is about?" He asked curious.
"The start of this mess." Edward answered. Carlisle nodded understandingly. Pressing his lips into a tight line, thinking.
"I see." He stated. "Please," he motioned to the two chairs in front of his desk. "Have a seat." I nodded and took the one on the right, with Edward sitting on my left.
Within minutes the door opened, Charlie walked in, and we stood up in respect. "At ease." He waved us off and we sat back down.
"What's going on?" He asked sounding concerned.
"We believe we're being targeted by the Donovan clan." Edward answered bluntly.
Carlisle's eyebrows raised in surprise, but he remained calm. We could be in the middle of a tornado and that man would still keep his cool, not that we get much tornadoes here. "And why do you say this?" He asked.
"It was me that they planted the phone on. It was me they called and spoke to. It was us they lured to the building. It was us they were expecting to find the room, and it was us they observed." I laid out the facts before the two men.
"Observed?" Charlie asked hoping we'd elaborate.
"The room was empty, a note and a camera were the only things inside. The hallway was covered in cameras from every angle. If it was for mere entertainment, they wouldn't have sacrificed so many guards." Edward explained.
I nodded in agreement, "We think it's more than that." I said handing them the note.
After they both read it, I softly demanded, "We need to know what happened all those years ago. What truth they speak about."
Charlie sighed, rubbing his face, and taking a seat on the arm rest of the couch, he stated, "There really isn't a truth, just the facts about what happened."
"Well, then tell us the facts." I answered. Carlisle nodded, intertwining his fingers.
"We've always had problems with them. Just like we have problems with any other gangster or mafia group that we have trouble pinning down." Carlisle started off. "Then there was one failed mission that sent us into a downward spiral. The Donovan Clan had gotten into our heads. We were constantly fighting with one another; everything and everyone was frustrated. So when we left to execute the mission, there was quite a bit of tension between us. It was supposed to be a simple snatch and grab. If we could download their hard drive, we'd be one step ahead of them, and finally put an end to this." He paused to let us catch up.
"We don't know how, but they were expecting us. When I went in to download the hard drive, the leader of the Clan was there ready to attack me. We fought...and in the process broke the computer with the information. The spark created a fire. However, we continued dueling. Finally, when the building was completely engulfed by flames, I dove for the broken hard drive, hoping something could be salvaged. He tried to stop me, tripped, and impaled himself on a broken pole."
"Wait, hold on one second. He actually tripped and killed himself?" Edward asked in disbelief.
"As crazy as it sounds, yes, that's how it happened." Carlisle nodded somberly. "Unfortunately, the fire had already reached the disk, completely destroying any chance we had. So, I got up and left." He finished.
"We're assuming whoever was in charge left successors who'd want revenge for their father's death."
Charlie continued, "It is possible that the man who called you, is the son or relative of the leader." He again rubbed his face trying to wipe the tiredness away, "After the incident with Edward, they just retreated into the shadows. We had hoped they would leave permanently."
Carlisle picked up where Charlie left off," When I returned to HQ, we had a huge argument on what happened. We got to the point where we accused each other of leaking information. The person who took it the hardest was Renée." Carlisle explained, "Shortly after the incident, Edward was taken, and I believe you know what happened after." He finished off.
I took it all in trying make sense, "Honestly this only raises more questions than answers." I stated.
"Yes, but it still doesn't explain the truth part." Edward sighed.
"I'm sure you'll figure it out." Carlisle smiled softly, we nodded, stood, and left.
"Okay, so what does that have to do with us?" I asked.
"I don't know, I'm the child that lived after their kidnapping, and you're the child that lived after your mom supposedly died so-" Edward began pondering.
"Lived." I interrupted.
"What?" He asked confused. We got to the elevator and pressed the top floor.
"The note. It said lives, the truth lives in the beginning, not is. Maybe were looking at this wrong." I began running thousands of crazy possibilities through my mind, leaving Edward lost.
"Obviously they're doing this to mess with our minds right?" I began explaining as we got off the elevator and entered Division One's office.
"So what if they're keeping Leah, at the place where this all started?" I elaborated.
I burst into the room and called for immediate attention, "I'm going on a hunch here, so please listen, I need Jacob's combat team to head down to the basement and garage. Start there and make your way up, I need you to search every corner, closet, and cupboard of this building." I commanded, the six people dropped what they were doing, grabbed their packs and rushed out the door.
"Rose, please look into the info we have on the mission from over a decade ago, find the address of the building where it all went down." I instructed, she swiveled in her chair and typed away. "My team, as soon as she has the address, I want you to gear up, and head there. Search the whole block for our missing agent."
"Yes ma'am!" They shouted and began preparing.
"What's going on Bella?" Jacob asked standing up from his seat.
"I'm just following a lead, the Donovan clan is notorious for with messing with our minds. What if Leah never left the building?" I questioned. Tanya pensively frowned.
"Okay and what about the rest?" She asked.
"If she's not here, I believe they might be holding her in a place with meaning, or of significance to them." I explained. They nodded understandingly.
"What do we do then?" Jacob asked as I took a seat across from him.
"Search," Edward answered, "Should she not be there, we have to be ready with alternatives." We grabbed the stacked files, that might eventually break our glass table due to their weight, and got to work.
"Anybody in the mood for pizza?" Ben asked picking up his phone.
...
"There are no signs of the hostage." Jasper's voice projected from the speaker in the center of the table.
"Have you searched the remains?" Tanya asked.
"Negative. There are no remains; the whole site has been cleaned up. The entire lot is empty." He responded.
"Understood. Return to HQ for further instruction." Edward commanded.
"Copy that." He responded, and the line went dead. I ran my hands through my hair.
"You're getting pizza grease all over your face and hair." Jacob chuckled.
I laughed softly, "I'm taking it as a sign that I should take a shower."
Getting up, I said "While the guys get back, finish searching the building, I'm going to head home and freshen up. If you need me, I'll be 10 minutes away."
"5 if I'm driving, which I am." Edward said standing up and grabbing his jacket. I smiled and stuffed a plastic bag with my stuff.
We stepped into the elevator and made our slow descent. The events of the day had finally started catching up with me, and I had trouble keeping my eyes open. I heard a soft chuckle making my eyes shoot open.
"How long has it been since you've slept for more than 2 hours?" He asked.
"3 days and 12 hours." I answered closing my eyes. "But who's counting?"
"You can't go on like that, even I sleep more than you." He sighed. I bit my lip, because YOU can, I thought to myself.
"What's the frown for? Why the frown?" He asked. For being a secret agent who's supposed to keep everything secret... I sucked.
"I'm tired, that's all." I played it off.
"Bella." He stated sternly.
I sighed, "Not here. I can already see how this is going to go, and I'd rather be showered and sitting." I heard his sigh of acceptance.
...
The warm water felt nice against my sore muscles. It soothed me to the point where I almost fell asleep in the shower. I sighed as I shut off the running water; I dried myself, changed, and headed to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass, filled it with orange juice, then I went to sit on my table. Not at, on, I had the bad habit of sitting on places I probably shouldn't. Like tables, countertops, and what not, it's not like I was hurting anybody, it just was a weird habit. One that Alice happens to disapprove of.
I drank from my juice as I reached for a rice crispy treat that was situated in a fruit bowl on the table. My fruit bowl didn't contain any actual fruit. It was more of a snack bowl, but there were some fruity snacks in it; so that counts. I heard my door swing open, and I immediately knew Edward was here. I rarely got visitors, if it wasn't my dad, it was Jacob, or Alice and the gang. But they all knocked, there only one person rude enough to walk in without a care in the world, Edward freaking Cullen.
"You know one day I'm going to be in here naked. I'd start getting used to knocking." I said in between chewing my bite of the rice crispy treat.
"It's not my style. Besides you don't even bother to open, you just shout come in. At least this way, only you and I know I'm here, not the whole building. Also it's not like you have something I haven't seen before." He shrugged. My mouth dropped open, and I scoffed at him.
"Excuse me? Are you really going to TRY and compare me to some harlot you smooched information out of?" I asked offended.
He shook his head, chuckling. I glared at him. How dare he laugh at something like this? I was being serious.
"I could never." He mocked with smirk plastered on his face.
"You better watch it Cullen, or else I might find myself getting a promotion… due to the death of our leader." I threatened while smiling.
"Like they wouldn't know it was you." He smirked.
"Knowing and proving are two different things, mi amigo." I smirked back; he rolled his eyes.
"How are you feeling?" He asked as he sat down on the couch.
"Fine." I shrugged taking another sip from my drink.
"Then why do you look like you're one alarm clock away from a mental breakdown?" He asked sounding more serious.
"Don't worry about it Edward." I answered looking away.
"Isabella." He snapped irritated.
I continued to look away, biting the inside of my cheek. "You're still having nightmares." He stated knowingly.
"Well what do you expect?" I snapped my head in his direction, "I was raised in a world with morals. Morals different than your black and white ones. I learned to see the world as much more than that!" I shouted exasperated.
"See? This is what I was trying to keep you from!" He shouted.
"I don't care!" I exclaimed grabbing fists of my hair, "Don't you see?! It's not the killing that keeps me up at night. It's the innocent that die! When we were in the alley that night months ago, the boy couldn't have been older than 15, I understand that in the moment, it was him or me. But I couldn't do it Edward, I couldn't let go of the arrow." I released my hair, tears gathering, "To him it was also him or me. Then when you pulled the trigger, I-I-I just... couldn't get him dropping out of my head. I can't unsee the innocence leave him."
I looked at Edward through blurry vision, "You were trained in a world where there is right and wrong, but I was raised in a world where things were more than simply black and white." I breathed in the edge of tears.
"Bella, you can't -" Edward began before I cut him off.
"No, the problem is that I can. He is the only nightmare I have ever had, since this began. And no matter how many times you tell me that in order to move on I have to understand the way things work in the real world, I won't be able to. I'm not a robot, I can't simply reprogram myself. I'm only human Edward. And a human with morals to make matters worse." I sighed, running my hands through my hair, staring at the ground.
I wiped my eyes and jumped off the table, "And don't you dare tell me I should do something else! I've gone through too much to give it up now. I know this is where I belong. I just need time to adjust my job to who I am and what I believe. Only then can I move on from this." I sighed wiping my cheeks.
Edward stood, wrapped his arms around me, and comforted me. "If that will make you happy." He rested his cheek on top of my head.
"Among other things." I added. He chuckled making me shake with his body.
His phone rang, separating us. He answered putting it on speaker, "Sir, we have searched every inch of the building. The girl is not here." Paul reported. I sighed as I walked to the couch. I had been wrong. Edward looked at me, quirking an eyebrow at my disappointment.
"Are you near agent Alice?" He asked. I gave him a questioning look.
"She is listening to this conversation Sir. You are on speaker," answered Paul.
"Alice, connect this phone call to Seth's phone please."
"Yes sir." She answered in her chirpy voice. "Connecting...now." The ringing of Seth's phone was heard through the speaker.
"Clearwater." Seth answered.
"Seth, have you arrived at Forks?" It had been decided that Seth should be with his mother at this time.
"I'm actually just driving into the city limits, Sir."
"Do me a favor, drive to Agent Swan's residence and check for anything suspicious." He instructed. I furrowed my brow. What was he planning?
"Copy that." He answered.
"What are you doing?" I asked. He waved me off, signaling me to wait.
"Sir, I see nothing out of place on the lower level. Permission to ascend to the next floor." He questioned. Edward turned to look at me. I still had no idea what was going on.
"Permission granted." I answered.
"First bedroom, one queen sized bed, a desk, and a night stand. All clear." He described Dad's room. "Second bedroom, one queen sized bed, 2 night stands on each side, and one desk. All clear of indications of being tampered with." Then I started to realize what Edward was thinking. What if it was our actual beginnings they were referring to?
"Seth," I called out from the couch, "Ma'am?" He answered. "The room you are standing in, describe the contents on the desk." I instructed.
"One Mac book," he began, I closed my eyes trying to picture his words. "One pencil holder with 5 pencils in it, 2 pads of sticky notes, one mouse pad, one mouse, one lamp, three books, one paper clip bin." He concluded. I formed an image in my head of what he had just said, everything was how I had left it after returning to HQ from vacation.
"Proceed to the walls, describe what's on them." I said without opening my eyes.
"The wall is a light blue, two windows on two walls, 5 portraits hung, one of Chief Swan and Agent Billy Black. The second of Agent Swan leaning against a rusty old Chevy truck. The third of an older woman in a green blouse, a sticky note on the frame. The fourth-" my brows furrowed.
"Wait!" I ordered, Nana's picture was supposed to be down stairs on the fire mantel. "Return to the picture of the old woman, read what the sticky note says." I commanded.
"Right track, wrong direction, you're looking cold rather than hot." He read slowly. My eyes shot open.
"Take a picture, immediately send it to Rosalie. Go to your original destination and do not take any further action until instructed. Understood?" I ordered sternly.
"But-" he protested.
"Seth, I need you to trust me." I pleaded softly.
"Yes ma'am." He relented.
"Rosalie, as soon as you get the photo, put it up on the big screen. I want to see it as soon as I enter. I'll be there in five minutes." I instructed.
"Copy that." She answered, Edward hung up and stared at me.
"They were in your house." He stated through gritted teeth.
"And they still might be." I nodded, shooting up off the couch, and out of the apartment.
...
Edward stared at the picture on the screen. It was the picture of my Nana on the evening of my spelling bee. She had been thrilled. I had taken the picture and kept it close ever since. The sticky note, on the frame, was one of the ones I kept on my desk. The writing on it was neat and delicate. It was too pretty to be giving clues to find a kidnapped child. 'You're looking cold rather than hot.'
"Ben," I finally spoke after five minutes of silent thinking, "pull up every camera near my old address...in Arizona. Everything from today up to last week." I asked. He spun around in his chair, typing frantically at the tiny keyboard. I was hoping I was wrong. How could they know so much about me? I was new to this for crying out loud! Yet, they already seemed to know my every secret.
"Done." He shouted pulling up six different cameras onto the big screen. We all stared at the different images. Cars passing, people walking, jogging, running, and dogs barking and chasing cats. They seemed average in a busy neighborhood. While everybody watched the on-comers, I observed my old home. Hours sped by in minutes, days in hours. Cars parked, then left. School buses came and went. Then, in the images of about a day and a half ago, I noticed something, and I wasn't the only one.
"Wait, could you rewind the top right one about ten minutes?" Jacob asked standing. Rosalie made it so the one Jacob indicated was the only camera on the screen, and rewound it to his instructions. A big white catering van parked in front of the house. People came in and out, delivering food to the neighboring house. When the van left, something was different. The curtains that had been drawn on the top floor, were now closed.
"The top center window, see it?" He asked.
"Is it possible, they simply fell from the time?" Tanya asked skeptically, Edward and Jacob looked at me.
"No, it's not. Those curtains are-were tied back with a ribbon with Velcro at the ends. The only way for those curtains to loosen themselves is for the whole curtain structure to have fallen. Otherwise someone had to pull apart the ends of the ribbon." I answered, shaking my head.
"That's it then, that's where they are!" Edward exclaimed. I nodded firmly. How dare they enter a place so sacred to me?! I was outraged.
"Wait, how did you know they would be there?" Emmett asked curious.
"When Edward figured out the part of them being in one of very own homes, he was right. Then the note said I was looking cold, not hot. At first, I thought it was like they were playing the hot and cold game. Then with the picture of Nana, Edward figured they'd be in my home in Forks. The cold, but they're not. They were talking about my home in the hot Arizona." I explained.
"Alright, listen up. We have to act fast." Edward called our attention to order.
"Alice, arrange for Bella, Jacob, Tanya, and I to head to Arizona on a commercial flight. We want to seem like tourists. Then have back up fly in the private plane, an hour after we take off. That way it won't seem suspicious." He ordered.
Alice nodded typing on her iPad and talking into her Bluetooth. "We meet here in twenty minutes, sharp." He then said, looking at us, all three of us stood straight and nodded. We left to hurriedly pack our bags. All four of us gathered into the elevator. On our descent down, the elevator stopped, and opened the fifth floor. The doors opened to reveal Charlie.
"Bells, can I have moment?" He asked sheepishly. I'd never seen my father like this, he seemed unsure of himself.
"Of course." I answered looking at Edward.
"I'll wait in the car." He nodded understandingly. Turning back to look at my dad, I stepped out of the elevator, watched its doors close, then faced Charlie.
"Is everything alright?" I asked worried.
"Yes and no." He answered, sounding confused himself.
"I'm just...worried that's all, you're going back there. And these people seem to know a lot about you, more than I know. That concerns me." He spoke softly. I smiled, touched by his words. He looked at me and awkwardly cleared his throat.
"Just be careful kiddo, come back to me." He said placing his hands on my shoulders. I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded. We hugged for what seemed forever, then parted ways. I made my way back down and found Edward standing on the curb, leaning against his car.
"Everything alright?" He asked with a smile on his handsome face.
"It's adorable when he tries to be a father." I answered chuckling.
He laughed his melodious laugh, getting off of the car. "In you go my lady." He said opening the door for me.
I quirkied an eyebrow, "Who are you and what have you done with my partner?"
"Just get in." He sighed rolling his eyes. I giggled, getting into the passenger seat.
He got into the driver side, "Don't come complaining to me the next time I'm rude or mean to you." He smirked at me using air quotes on "rude" and "mean".
"You are not "rude" and "mean"," I said mimicking him with the air quotes, "You are mean and rude." I huffed, crossing my arms. He laughed and peeled out onto the street.
...
The plane ride wasn't that bad. There was little turbulence, and the food was good. Although it did help that we were in first class. It was pretty good, until twenty minutes in. I got bored. With Edward asleep next to me, Jacob a couple seats behind, and Tanya in the front. I had nobody to talk to. Instead I reached into my carry-on bag and pulled out a small book. In it were the memories I was returning to. Memories of school, tournaments, movies, dates, parties, everything I had left behind in Arizona and basically in life. I flipped through pages of my life, reminiscing the good times, then half way through the book I came across a peculiar photo.
It was of eleven year old me with a friend at her twelfth birthday. The girl's mom was a drama professor, so her daughter was naturally obsessed with the Phantom of the Opera (Not that I had a problem with that, Gerard Butler is dreamy.) and absolutely insisted that her party be a masquerade. In the photo we were both wearing masks, mine covering the top half of my face; hers covering the length of the right side of her face. It wasn't the white/pale blue mask with pearls that caught my attention, it was the burst of copper sprouting from a head above my left shoulder. The guy was wearing a mask, but there was only one person on the world that I knew had a mess of hair like that.
"What am I doing in your book?" Edward asked groggily beside me. I jumped up startled, his hair was even messier and he was squinting due to having just woken up.
"When were you in Arizona?" I questioned.
"Um, about six years ago or so." He yawned. "I was a tag along, for some escorts."
"What were you doing here?" I asked pointing at the bunch of kids with pearly or feathery masks.
"On our last night, I kind of snuck out and got into a bit of trouble. When I was running I saw this party, I grabbed a mask and tried to blend in. I ended up staying there for a bit actually." He said stretching, "I was bumped into, making me bump into some other girl, and I asked her to dance, trying to blend into the crowd. I kind of lost track of time, spending more time there than I probably should have, but she was a fun, cool girl, I liked her." He grabbed a bottle of water taking a swig from it. Something in his story sounded familiar. "Hey that's her!" He exclaimed softly peeking over me at the picture on my lap. My head snapped down to the book.
"Who?" I asked, curious.
"Her." He said pointing at the girl on the left. The. One. With. The. Pearly. Mask.
"Oh. My. Gosh." I uttered.
"What?" He asked leaning back.
"Edward," I said pulling out the photo from its protective cover, "Are you sure this is her?" I asked pointing at the picture.
"Mhm." He nodded. "I'd never forget those-" he stopped abruptly and yanked the photo out of my hand. "Holy crap." He murmured.
"Bella, who is this girl." He asked not moving his eyes from the picture.
"I have a feeling you know." I answered biting my lip, he looked up at me slowly, his green eyes big and wide. How could I have not recognized those green orbs?!
"How could I have not recognized you?!" He asked himself disbelieving. "Or worse how could you not have recognized me?!" He asked offended. My mouth dropped open, "Oh I don't know, it could have something to do with the fact that we were wearing masks, or that it was years ago, or THAT I WAS TRYING NOT TO BE KILLED BY YOU!" I exclaimed while trying to keep my voice down.
"Oh yeah." He smiled sheepishly. Then frowned, "Wait then that means-" he started smirking before I interrupted.
"Forget that for sec," I said raising my finger, my eyes widening to a point I didn't think they could go, "That means that you...were my first kiss." I uttered, trying to make sense of this craziness. I looked at him, his eyes widen even further, before the crooked smile slide on his face.
...
The rest of the plane ride was...interesting to sum it up. We kept looking at this from every angle, he could have easily attended a different party, with the same theme. But he described things of the evening that he would only know if he was there...or reading my mind, let's hope it wasn't the latter. I sometimes got distracted if he was in the right lighting, and I did not need him knowing that.
When we finally landed, Alice informed us that the guys would be arriving in less than an hour in the private plane. Meanwhile, we checked into the hotel. Since we wouldn't be staying for long, we opted for the suite with two bedrooms and a pullout couch. I paced the front of the window, biting my lip. It was killing me to wait; I wanted to go see the people who dared enter my home. MY home, the place where my nana raised me and left to me. The only thing she left me other than the truth, the only thing that held her essence. They dared taint it with their malice. I was seething on the inside. The shock of earlier being overshadowed by my fury.
Jake walked in from one of the rooms, "I just got word that Jane was spotted in a nearby store." He informed us.
"Let's go." I said.
"Wait, it might be a false alarm. And should something else happen, we need to be ready." He said holding his hand up, stopping me. "I say Tanya and I go check it out. If anything happens, we'll call you. If not, we come right back here." He suggested.
Edward nodded, and I sat back down. They grabbed their stuff and left. I groaned, "I hate waiting."
Edward chuckled, sat down next to me, and mocked, "Patience is a virtue."
I looked at him, eye brows raised, "That's rich coming from you, Mr. I can't wait 5 minutes."
"We were already late, and you were taking forever." He defended.
"Late? We were an hour early!" I exclaimed.
"Everyone knows if you want good seats at a movie premier, you have to get there early." He retorted, crossing his arms. I chuckled leaning back and falling asleep.
"Isabella, my dear." Answered a voice from the shadows.
I spun in the voices direction, "Who's there?" I shouted pulling out my gun.
"Don't play dumb, you know who I am." The voice answered as it came closer. The mysterious figure's face was still covered in the darkness.
I cocked my gun, "I'm not up for games who are you!" I shouted.
"You tell me." They said before leaving at me.
I sat up straight, taking in a deep breath. That was the first dream I've had that didn't involve the kid.
"Are you okay?" Edward asked bringing me a glass of water. I nodded downing the water.
"Yeah, I just have this uneasy feeling. How long has it been since Jake and Tanya left?" I asked.
"About twenty minutes." He responded.
I stood up, "Something's off." I said grabbing my jacket.
"Where are you going?" He demanded.
"To my house, to get this over with." I said putting the jacket on.
"No Bella, not yet. We need to wait." He said grabbing my arm.
"Edward, think about it. All of this is because of me. They want something from me. Whether I go with back up or not, whatever it is, it's directed at me." I said looking at him. He stared into my eyes for a long time, searching for something. He nodded, releasing me, "Let's go."
We left the room, quickly heading to a taxi stop. We climbed in, giving him the address to my old home. When we arrived, he paid, and we got out. "Do you want to sneak in, or go through the front door?" He asked.
"Front door. They'll be expecting us anyway." I answered. He nodded, and we approached the house. The door creaked open. I didn't remember it making that sound. The living room was dark, the only lighting in from the setting sun. Edward closed the door behind us. I walked over to the bureau, looking at all the old pictures.
"It's strange, being back, isn't it?" A female voice asked from behind us. Startled I turned around, blade out and ready. Edward grabbed and raised his gun.
I couldn't see the person, she was hiding in the corner. "Who are you?" Edward questioned.
The woman chuckled, sending goose bumps down my spine. "That's a good question, why don't you ask Isabella."
I glared at the darkness, "I don't know who you are, show yourself!" I demanded.
"As you wish." She answered taking three slow steps forward. The light slid up her body, resting on her face. The woman smiled, "Oh come on dear, I know you've heard something about me."
I gasped, almost dropping my blade. "Renee Dwyer." Edward and I whispered together.
A/N Soooooooooooo? What'd you think? Like I said, I hope you liked it, if you didnt there's nothing I can do about it, except apologize. So please let me know what you think, and I'll try to update sooner.