A/N Hey guys! We've reached chapter 20! Finally, right? Sorry, I know patience is not something we have loads of, so I'll let you get to the reading. Enjoy.

Chapter 20

Wake up Bella, I told myself, you're just a little shaken. You have to concentrate on the mission at hand, not the electrifying stranger. I twirled to my left, trying to get a peek at the mystery guy again. But I had no luck, I was too far away. I sighed in disappointment and tried to smile up at my current partner. It came out more like a grimace.

After thirty seconds, I twirled to my left again and that's when I saw him, the man who contributed to my hell. He was the one who carried in the unconscious Leah back in Arizona. I gritted my teeth together. They were here, getting ready to strike. He seemed to be nodding at someone, as if giving a signal. I followed the direction of his gaze, my eyes landed on the mystery man. Please, please, please don't be nodding at him, I begged. The man bowed at his partner then left the circle.

Shit. I groaned, just when I was getting back up, life knocks me down again. Wait, what? I wasn't knocked down again, because I've never been knocked down a first time. I was merely shaken, I convinced myself. I excused myself with the young man in front of and left the circle as well. I scanned the room for the man from Arizona, when I couldn't find him I began looking for the mystery man. He was on the other side talking to a young lady, I couldn't make out her face, but I knew it was Stephanie.

I took a deep breath and nodded at Jake. He nodded and continued dancing with Tanya. Not giving away that anything was wrong. I fussed with the skirt of my dress before walking over to Stephanie and the man. As I started walking to them, they seemed to be inching their way down a hallway, he was leading her away. Shit. I hurried over, with a quick look over my shoulder I headed down the hallway.

I checked my weapons, under my skirt, everything was in place. I hurried down, then I heard the muffled sounds of a struggle. I ran down the hallway, went through a door, and saw Stephanie fighting against two men who were attempting to drag her out.

Unfortunately the door closed with a loud bang behind me, giving away my presence and taking the element of surprise with it. They all turned to look at me, "Get her!" The man from Arizona shouted, I recognized his voice. The taller man beside him charged at me while he pulled out a struggling Stephanie. I started running toward him, which was not an easy task to do in heels and a big dress. As we neared each other, I saw him raise his hand. He was planning to strike with a punch. When I was close enough, I realized it wasn't the mystery man but someone else. I slid on the floor, under his fist and next to his legs. I quickly stood, loosed the zipper on the skirt and pulled out my knife.

The man turned, and I thrust the blade into his abdomen. I gave it a twist and yanked it out. He grabbed his stomach and dropped to the floor. I jumped out of the skirt, grabbed my pack of blades, and ran down the hallway to the door I had seen them take. I was left in my heels, spandex, and a blood red corset and mask, certainly an odd sight to see as I burst out the door into an alley.

Before I could take another step, a hand seized my throat, shoving me hard against the wall. I dropped my weapons and clawed at the hand suspending my two inches off the ground. I could feel my mind clouding over from the lack of oxygen, the grip on my throat was incredibly tight. I looked at my aggressor, seeing honey shiny eyes. The mystery man. I grabbed on to his wrist with both my hands, and with whatever control I still had over my body, kicked him in the chest twice before he dropped me to the floor.

I dropped down to my knees choking as air raced back into my lungs. My head began to clear quickly, I stood on shaky legs, ducking as a fist passed through the space my head had been a few seconds ago. He spun quickly focusing back on me and attempted another punch. I averted it and attacked his side. I dazed him for a second, just enough to push him away and scout for Stephanie. She was being pushed into a van. As I was about to run to it, the door I had exited through burst opened and out flew Jacob.

He had found me. I tried to tell him to go after Stephanie, but all I could do was point in her direction and mouth the word 'Stephanie'. It was enough for him to comprehend. "You got this?" He asked as I turned back to face the guy in front of me. I nodded and heard his footsteps echo down the alley.

I took a defensive stance ready for the man in front of me, I couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity. He stared at me, an expression of conflict flickered on his face. It was gone as soon as it appeared, but I caught it. Before I could wonder what it was about, he charged at me once more. This time adrenaline coursed through my body, and I was ready for him.

What happened next was...odd to say the least. He would throw a punch and I would dodge it. I would try to hit him, and he'd avert it. He seemed to know my next move, and I seemed to feel what his next move was. Our fists never actually came into contact with each other's bodies. Instead there was a lot of arm grabbing, leg holding, and pushing away happening. It was almost as if we were...dancing.

I would bet anything that's what it looked like to the unknowing eye, but neither of us seemed to manage to land a blow on each other. We were in a sort of sync with one another. We punched and kicked, a groan of pain escaping me when my back slammed against the wall.

I rolled away when his fist came at me, he connected with the wall and pulled away. He paused for a second simply gasping for air. I clutched my chest, myself being out of breath. We stared at each other taking in the opponent, wondering why the hell was going on, why couldn't we take each other out? I had to admit, this guy was good. He displayed extensive training, more than any other man from the Donovan Clan has ever shown. So who the hell was he? And where the heck did they fish him out of?

I tilted my sweat glistened head, more curious about him by the second. He seemed to be in pain, his brows furrowed, and the edges of his cheeks and nose twitched, just slightly, but enough for me to know something was going on.

Before we could continue our "tango", a loud bang whipped our heads in the direction of the van, the man from Arizona was lying on the floor grasping his leg, a puddle of blood pooling at the bottom of it. Jake stood over him with a smoking gun aimed at him. He turned to aim the gun in the direction of the man in front of me, my head turned back to look at him but he was gone. He must have ran off while I was distracted.

I cursed under my breath, and walked tiredly over to Jake. "You okay?" I asked, staring down at the howling man.

"Yup. You?" He answered.

"Fine." I answered rolling my head, hearing my neck pop. "How's Stephanie?"

"She's tied up in the van, can you release her? I'm calling in the guys for this piece of crap." He said nudging the man in the floor with his foot.

I nodded, went to go pick up my stuff, and climbed inside the van to untie Stephanie. "Thank you." She gasped as I released her and helped her out of the van.

"Are you alright?" Jake asked her as Emmett cuffed her would be kidnapper. Once he was done, Emmett yanked the unknown assailant up onto his feet causing the guy to groan and wince.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, but- who were they?" She asked rubbing the side of her face.

"We believe they are in collaboration with the Donovan Clan, and they were here for you." I explained softly.

"What me? Why?" She asked disbelieving.

"We were hoping you could tell us that." I leaned back against the wall, hugging myself, I was still wearing close to nothing and the night was getting colder by the second.

"I-I don't know." Her eyes flying from the floor, to me, to Jake, and back to the floor again.

"Why don't we get back to HQ, and talk there?" Jake suggested looking over his shoulder. Stephanie nodded and followed Jake. I shivered while I stared at the spot where the guy had stood. Something bugged me, I couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

"Ready to go?" Jasper asked draping a coat over my shoulders. I shivered and pulled it tight against me.

"Yeah, thanks." I pulled the coat on.

"No problem." He wrapped an arm around me, escorting me to his car. I rushed over to the passenger side and slid in.

"I'm going to kill Alice." I muttered kicking off my heels. I heard Jasper's deep chuckle next me. I closed my eyes and rested my head.

...

"Hello Bella" she sneered at me. "You were so close, yet so far. Tell me, how does it feel to know that you're a failure? You don't belong with them, you don't belong with the normal crowd either." She stepped toward me, her golden waves shimmering through the mirror. "Face it, you're just like me, like mother like daughter. When your friends need you the most, you'll stab them in the back. It's in your blood." She laughed, sending goosebumps down my body. Freezing my blood.

Then, anger unfroze it. I growled and punched through the mirror, shards flew backward, behind it stood a bloody Edward. Shards of mirror sticking out of his body, his blood dripping from the gashes. "Edward! I'm so sorry." I cried.

He raised a red hand, pointing at me, "You did this." He stated in a flat tone. "No." I gasped shaking my head, tears pouring. I reached out to touch him.

I clutched at my throat, gasping for air. I bolted up, coughing and hacking, hairs clung to my sweaty neck and forehead. I looked around, I saw that I was in my bed and in my bedroom, a blonde wig on the floor next to my bed .I noticed a yellow note on my night stand, I loosened my cover to reach for it. Once I got it, I opened and read: Hey, you fell asleep on the way there, the guys and I decided you needed the rest so I brought you to your apartment, I left Chinese takeout in your fridge if you get hungry. -Jasper.

I crumpled up the paper and tossed it aside. I rubbed my face tiredly. The clock read 10:00 p.m. I slept close to a whole day. I felt more tired than when I hadn't slept. I sighed. They had dropped me off at home and continued on their own, well so much for being a leader.

I heard a soft creak out in the living room, my head whipped in the direction of my semi opened door. To anybody else that sound would have been the creak of the apartment, to me it was the sound of company. I shook my head that was it, I was moving apartments. Whenever I stayed here I had nightmares, or I had intruders.

I stumbled into my bedroom, my head pounding. Flashes flooded my memory. Passed duels and battles, then there was a certain memory pounding my skull, over and over. A figure, with long dark hair, we'd fight over and over, she seemed to know my every move, and I could feel her every move. Then the memory vanished, and Renee Dwyer filled my mind. It was blurry, but I could see her standing in front of me smiling. I had my hand extended in front of me, then the memory vanished. Leaving with nothing but a headache in its place. I threw myself onto my bed and withered, yanking the wig off my head and tossing it aside. I closed my eues hoping to ease the pain, images flashed under my eyelids.

"Anthony!" A shout rang across the hallway. I groaned as I stood up, I stumbled out of the room. Caius approached me at a fast pace. He looked pissed off. "What the hell happened?!" He shouted as he came to a stop in front of me.

"There were some complications." I stated, his hand flew across my face. My head whipped back to glare at him. I was about to kick him across the hallway, but instead I gritted my teeth and stood my ground.

"Some complications? You lost Felix, and you failed to bring back the target! As I see it you should be eliminated for your incompetence!" He spat.

"Jane and Katherine were there as well, go yell at them!" I stated irritated. "I did what I could and it's not my fault Felix couldn't cover for himself."

He glared at me and seemed to reach for the gun at his waist. I readied myself to run.

"Now Caius hold on," a voice interrupted our heated debate. "You knew it would be difficult for him to return to his old job just like that. I told you to test the waters first." An older gentleman, approached. He was tall in stature. His long black hair emphasized his widow's peak. His smile was cold and calculating, and his eyes were maroon colored, but the longer I stared, I realized they were almost blood red. A flash of him standing next to a blonde man and a dark haired man fluttered through my mind.

"Aro." Caius stepped back, fear and obedience radiating off of him. Aro Volturi. Carlisle. Charlie.

"Sir." I nodded in acknowledgement. The memory of the three flashed in my mind. I couldn't remember who they were, but I knew the man before me was a traitor.

"Mason, I'm sorry to hear about your condition, and as for your little mess up, you're right. You were not the only one assigned to the mission, it is not entirely your fault that things went how they went." He answered in a mocking tone. "It is truly a shame." He shook his head walking away, "Come Caius." He called back without stopping. Caius gave one last look of dismay before he followed. I reentered my room, sitting on the edge of my bed, I tried to remember…

My head was spinning, so many different directions. So many different stories and flashes, if only they were complete. It was like trying put the puzzle pieces together without knowing what the final picture was supposed to be.

Something was off here, or was it me? What if I was the traitor? Those men, the girl, what if they are memories of my past; a past I lived a double life in? Where I was doing what Tanya did now, a double agent? If that was my job then why do I feel so guilty being here?

Can an accident really change a man? Or do the foundations and structures still remain, when the outside is different- remodeled? I shook my head, what silly things to be wondering. I laid back, and thought a while longer, folding and unfolding my hands on my stomach.

Hours passed, and I hadn't moved, there was too many questions to answer. The door opened, Tanya was on the other side. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Tanya." I acknowledged her.

"Is that really how you receive your girlfriend, Mason?" She tsked.

I sighed, getting up. "What's up?" I asked after giving her a hug and a quick peck in the cheek. My insides crawled in disgust.

"We have a mission." She stated wrapping her arms around my middle. I cleared my throat gently pushing her away. "Then let's go."

...

We walked up to a building, and entered the garage. Our target was a man of the name Seth Clearwater. He had been assigned to deliver a package to one of the heads of the organization we were trying take down. We waited a few cars down, surveilling the elevators. Suddenly, a young kid stepped out of the elevator with his eyes glued to his phone.

"Let's go." Tanya said next to me. I looked at her confused.

"Tanya, he's just a kid!" I stated disbelieving.

"And he's our target. So here." She handed me a gun. She silently stepped out of the car, crouched down, and hid behind a car. I sighed and got out, "You shoot him, and we'll take the car. It has the GPS coordinates all ready to go." She said.

"Me?! Why me?!" I whispered urgently.

"You're the better shot!" She whispered.

I sighed, my troubled green eyes reflected I'm the car door, I crawled around the car and stood facing his back. I cocked the gun. The sound making him turn around. He froze, trying to get a better look at me, but in the darkness he couldn't see my face, and I couldn't his. I aimed, right in the center of his chest. It should've taken seconds. A simple pull of the trigger, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I sighed and lowered my gun. "What are you doing?! Shoot him!" Tanya whispered frantically at my side.

The young boy pulled out his own weapon from inside of his car. He didn't hesitate to shoot. I ducked and rolled out of the way. I heard his car door slam, and he peeled out. Tanya stood and shot at his car.

"Goddammit Edward! What the hell is the matter with you?!" Tanya shouted frustrated. Edward. Edward. Edward. The name echoed in my mind. My mind seemed to be vibrating with all voices saying "Edward" in my head, but they weren't just voices. They were memories. Nothing flashed before my eyes, but the voices shouted in my head, all at once. Then suddenly, they stopped, silence ringed in my head. And like atomic bomb, EDWARD! Her voice shrieked in my head.

"What did you say?" I slowly turned to stare at Tanya.

"I said you need to get your shit together Mason! What are we supposed to tell the Volturi? They're already pissed off from the party fiasco!" She stammered. She tried to cover up her slip, but her face was deathly pale. Her eyes wide with panic. I knew I couldn't tip her off, so I played it off.

"Well I'm sorry, Tanya! OK? I couldn't do it! He was just a kid! When I looked at him, I didn't see a target; I saw a kid!" I defended.

"A kid who shot at you!" She snapped, I seemed to have pulled her attention, away from her slip.

"Maybe! But that was after I had aimed at him! He knew it was me or him, he did what he had to do to survive! I can't blame him for that!" I shouted angrily.

"Well guess who they're going to blame when they find out about this! I should've listened to Jane!" She screamed.

"I'm sorry Tanya! But I'm only human!" I spat walking out into the street. Only human. The words rang in my ears, a feeling of déjà vu hit me, hard.

"Where are you going?" She shouted.

"Back to HQ!" I shouted back not bothering to look at her. I was not going sit passenger seat and watch her drive. No, I needed to think. I needed to sit behind the wheel.

I stepped out onto the street; the rain pouring down. I knew they had a tracker on me, Luckily, I had a couple dollars on me. I walked in the direction of HQ, then made a stop at the department store. I bought a new jacket, a pair of jeans, some converse, and a green v neck. I changed in the nearest restroom, stuffed my old clothes and belongings into the bag they gave me at the store, and threw in my phone. I walked out into the rain once more, and hailed a cab.

I gave the man some weird instructions but with a generous tip he agreed. I threw the bag of clothes in the back seat, closed the door, and waved him off. Now it would look like I was directed to HQ. In one of my previous flashbacks, I saw a silver Volvo parked outside of a coffee shop not far from here. I only hoped nobody had moved it.

I pulled on my hood and walked to the coffee shop with my hands tucked in my pockets. After about 5 minutes of walking, I was drenched; but I saw the figure of a Volvo under a car cover. I pulled back the cover, and the beauty underneath resurfaced more memories. I ran my hand along its length before opening the driver's door and getting in.

I remembered a key under the seat, I reached under and felt along the edges for a sharp end. I felt it with my forefinger and pulled it out. I inserted it into the ignition and gave it a turn. The engine purred to life, I placed my hands on the steering wheel and peeled out of there. I never felt as alive as I did in the moment behind the wheel. I weaved in between cars, made tight turns, and pushed it well over 90. I felt in control, yet I had no ideas where I was going. My hands had a mind of their own, but I didn't care. I felt free flying through the streets.

Before I knew it, I was slowing down and turning into a garage. I parked and stepped out. I felt...good. Like I was supposed to be here, although I had no idea why. I didn't know where I was, or how I got here. My hands did everything. The elevator dinged, and out walked a man he headed to his car without giving me a second glance.

I shook off my nerves. I had no clue why I was nervous, but every cell in my body was vibrating. I hopped onto the elevator, not sure what floor to push. I decided for the lobby, I'd workout something out of that. The elevator doors closed and up it went, in a few seconds they opened again. Revealing a quiet lobby, it was rather late at night, it had taken me a while to get to this side of the city.

I couldn't bring myself to step out. The doors closed and the elevator ascended with me still inside. someone must have called it up. The elevator stopped, the doors opened to let a young man in. "Oh hey." He greeted with a smile, "I haven't seen you in a while, how've you been?" He extended his hand out to me.

"You know, hanging in there." I shrugged taking his hand, we switched positions me in the hallway him in the elevator.

"I hear ya. Well, have a good evening." He waved as he pushed a button.

"Thanks you too." I waved. The doors closed and I stared at them. I guess I was in the right place. I walked down the hall until something felt familiar. I came to the last two doors at the corridor. That's when my feelings were all mixed up. I looked back and forth between the two doors, one of them lead to where I needed to be. I opted for the one on the right. I rested my hand on the doorknob, I took a deep breath and twisted it. The door opened, and I slipped in. The room engulfed me in warmth, I felt...at home. I took a look around as quietly as I could. No one seemed to be here. I still needed to check the bedroom, but a picture in the back corner intrigued me. I stepped in front of it, the board under creaked slightly under my weight.

I waited, nothing. Nobody came out. Maybe I lived here, and its empty because I wasn't here. I reached out for the picture and smiled, I found home.

A/N Sooooooo? Will they finally see each other, or will I pull him out at the last second? Who knows, it all depends on my mood this weekend, we'll see. Have a great week I'll see ya guys later, and don't forget to tell me what you think.