Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

For God And Country

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 02:

GPOV

I never imagined that keeping one little girl alive could be so hard. Standing in the tree in the wilds of Mexico finally having her in my arms made me think of how I first met her. The first time I saw her. The first time I said hello, the first and only time so far that she shot me. Moving in the apartment across from hers. It started with a simple stroll through the Mall to go to Gamestop.

Peter Whitlock and I had been engaged in a fierce online rivalry through X Box live. He challenged me in anything and everything. Madden football, MLB baseball, UFC, Call of Duty. It wouldn’t have been a big deal, just a little fun, except he kept bringing up the simple fact that Honey Boo Boo’s mom was in a relationship and I wasn’t. Just because I have distinguishing taste didn’t mean I was unattractive. I just hadn’t found the right girl with the right look. If I was going to be in a relationship she would have to be special, not a blonde bicycle in Alaska that apparently everyone had rode.

I hated Peter Whitlock. I vowed to defeat him at every opportunity. Mostly he was on X Box or Charlotte. I couldn’t exactly defeat him on Charlotte, as fun and appealing as the idea was, so X Box it was.

Call of Duty Black Ops had just been released. I had one day to get this game, become familiar with any changes in weapons or movements and practice before the death match would start tomorrow. I used my superior speed to grab the last copy on the wall before this brat could grab it. He wasn’t happy. I reminded the little bastard that the game was rated M for a reason and walked to the counter.

Walking out, purchase in hand I saw her. Going into Bath and Body Works. Brown hair hanging just past her shoulders, beautiful brown eyes, slim waist, fit tight ass with blue jeans paints on and the cutest little breasts. The way she walked was so elegant but with a purpose. She wasn’t tall by any means. Quite short actually. She cried out for someone to take care of her. Until you looked closer. This was no shrinking violet. A closer examination showed that while she was small in nearly every way her arms had muscles. Not large muscles but very lean and tight. Judging by her posture I would imagine her mid-section was like a rock. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her but she was not skin and bones. Deceptively dangerous. I had to know her. I watched her from outside the store. Other women were browsing around, sniffing different lotions. She walked up to a display, grabbed what looked like vanilla scented body wash and lotion and walked to the counter. I followed her to Victoria’s Secret. Again she walked in and from what I could see, picked up three black lace bras, three matching black thongs and a pair of black hose. The whole thing took her less than a minute. She knew the sizes, she knew what she wanted, she got it, paid for it and was out of there. I followed her out to the parking lot. She walked fast. Every so often I would catch her looking around, almost to see if she was being watched. She turned around a few times and I acted casual, as if I was going to my vehicle. Thank God for overcast Maryland days. I suppose she was parked on the other side of a minivan because suddenly she turned left and walked to the other side of it out of my sight. Now was my chance. I would say hello, talk her up a little, maybe ask her for coffee which I would pretend to drink and then maybe throw in a dinner invitation. I was a vampire. I was hot. I was smooth. She would be impressed.

I walked to the side of the minivan where I assumed she was parked and there was my love.

Holding a very large gun pointed at my head.

“Why were watching me in the Mall? Why are you following me? Who do you work for?”

“Huh? I’m not really employed per see. I mostly work for myself?” This was strange. I can’t believe she saw me.

“Shit.” She muttered

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

“You’re a goddamn vampire.” She lowered the gun and backed up a few steps. “I don’t suppose a gun would work. You here to eat me? I smell good to you or something?” She was glaring at me, not a trace of fear.

“Whoa!” I replied throwing my hands up. “Nobody is here to eat you. I just saw you in the Mall, and thought you were pretty and wanted to ask you…”

“Ask me what?” She asked warily.

“If maybe you wanted to grab a coffee?”

“Judging by your eyes, coffee isn’t your preferred drink of choice, is it?” She actually smiled. Who the fuck was this crazy bitch?

“Uh, no. I guess there is no point in denying that I drink blood since you seem to be strangely accepting of the fact that I am a vampire.” I stared at the gun in her hand. Before I got to that though I saw it.

“Hey is that a vampire bite?”

“No.” She got defensive in a hurry.

“It looks like a vampire bite.”

“If it was I would be a vampire or dead, right? It’s not a vampire bite.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s personal.”

“Because it looks a lot like a vampire bite.”

“It isn’t okay? It’s an… ogre bite.” She replied. Something told me she was lying.

“There is no such thing as ogres.” I grinned at her.

“Says the vampire.” She made a fair point.

“What did the ogre look like?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “What all ogres look like. Big, green…”

“Did he have a Scottish accent and hang around with a donkey?”

“”Hey fuck you, alright? My scars are none of your business. If you aren’t going to eat me and we sure as hell are not having coffee, I need to leave. I have this thing tonight. I really need to get ready.”

“Why won’t you go on a date with me?”

“Number one, I don’t know you.”

“Most people don’t know each other when they go on dates. Hence, you go on a date to get to know someone.”

“Number two, I don’t date vampires.”

“Why not?”

“Because… I don’t know. You’re a vampire?”

“That’s discrimination. Are you a bigot?”

“Excuse me?” Touched her nerve there.

“You heard me. You are judging me already and as you pointed out, you don’t even know me.” I was getting a bit angry here. I didn’t hold the fact that she was a breakable human against her.

“I am not a bigot. You eat my kind. That in itself would be a hindrance to any potential relationships.”

Ouch.

“Do you eat animals?” I asked her.

“What?”

“Do you eat steaks? Chicken? Fish?”

“Yes.”

“I’m an animal lover. But I won’t hold your eating habits against you.” That should change her tune. Now she was looking at me like I had three heads.

“Who the hell are you?” She asked. Finally we were getting to introductions.

“My name is Garrett. What the hell is your name?”

“Today, this moment, it’s Bella. But that could change soon. Look I got to go. It was… very fucking strange meeting you. Have a nice day.”

She walked off and I let her. No point in getting in her way. I knew when a girl wasn’t interested. I knew what I had to do. Follow from a distance and see where she goes. Make her interested. We just had to get past the whole vampire thing. It was nearly twilight. Shouldn’t be hard to follow her.

I followed her on my bike. She was driving a red Chevrolet Camaro convertible. Looked new. Nice choice. She pulled into a parking garage that seemed to be attached to the apartment complex near it. I pulled in behind her keeping my distance. I watched from the garage columns since she had an annoying habit of constantly checking her surroundings. Who was this girl? I had to find out. This was much more fun than playing Call of Duty with Whitlock.

Rather than trying to keep her in my sight I figured it would be much better to track her scent. She was too aware of her surroundings. I followed her to the tenth floor. She was behind the door and I could hear her walking around. I had her apartment number. I certainly wasn’t going to bother her at that moment. So I did the next best thing. I ran outside and across the street to the alley way. Looking around and seeing no one, I scaled to the top of the building. Yes!

She had her window open. I admit I was spying on her. Some may think this is the act of a creepy stalker. I prefer to think of it as the whims of a love sick suitor.

She pulled off her blue jeans. I probably shouldn’t be watching this but I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop. Shit, she is walking to the window! I jumped down hidden by the ledge and peaked over. She checked the surrounding view, eyes passing over me. Fuck, eyes back to me. I ducked completely down. After thirty seconds I decided to peak back up. The curtains were closed. Dammit. With nothing else to do I headed back to the garage and sat on my bike. I had to know more about her. An hour later she came out. If it wasn’t for her scent and the smell of vanilla over it, I’m not sure I would have recognized her. Especially in the dimly lit garage. She now had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a slim back dress that reached the floor but had a slit in the side nearly to her waist. She must be wearing a thong under that. She had black hose on and black shoes. The high heeled kind. Not too tall. She also had an oversized handbag. She pulled out and after waiting for a few more seconds I followed.

She drove fast as hell to a hotel. Handing her keys to the valet she stepped inside. Judging from the people surrounding the front in tuxes and ball gowns I would guess this is a black tie affair. I would go in the back entrance. I parked in an alleyway down the block and ran to the back of the hotel. Walking in, I grabbed a coat from a coat rack behind the check in counter, since the attendant wasn’t there, tied my hair into a pony tail and strolled to the ball room. Judging by the looks I was receiving I am guessing the coat didn’t fool anyone. I was wearing blue jeans I suppose.

“Excuse me sir. May I help you?” A skinny little bald headed guy in a red uniform and a bell boy cap asked me.

“Shut up, I’m looking for someone.” My eyes looked over the assembled throng. Many black dresses were in attendance. Then I saw her. Entering the elevator.

“Sir?” I looked into his eyes flashing my red pupils staring at him. He backed up.

“I said be quiet boy. I will leave in a second.”

I watched the elevator go to the twenty sixth floor. Bingo.

“Where are the stairs leading to the upper floors?”

“To the left at the end of that hall… sir.”

“Thank you.” I handed him my coat and ran up the stairs making the trip in no time. She was walking out of the elevator. I could see her from the small window in the door. She took a key card from her oversized bag and entered into a room. Interesting. She just got to the party and was already going to a room. Did she have a boyfriend here?

I stood outside the door and listed to her. She was… cutting glass? Definitely sounded like glass cutting. Now I heard her putting something metal together. What the hell kind of kinky stuff was she into? Silence for ten minutes. Dammit this was boring. I wonder if I knocked on the door how mad she would be? I mean she would probably be mad. But I was bored. Really, really bored. Maybe I could convince her I just happened to be in the neighborhood?

Fuck it. Fortune favors the bold. I knocked. She cursed. This was probably a bad idea.

I heard footsteps. The door opened and…

She was holding a slim handgun with a long barrel. I heard the two puffs of air. I looked down and saw two small holes in the chest of my shirt.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she whispered.

“You shot me!” I said in disbelief.

“Lower your voice!” she whispered.

“You shot me!” I whispered.

“Nobody is supposed to be here!”

“So you shot me?”

“Stop being a baby. You’re not hurt.”

“I could have been.”

“Look what the hell are you doing here? Are you following me? That is not cool, Garrett!”

“What are you doing here shooting people? You shot me!”

“I sure as fuck didn’t order room service and it is too late for housekeeping. Get inside.” She turned and walked to the window. I closed the door and followed. The window that had a small hole cut into the glass and a very big rifle whose barrel was currently sticking out of said hole.

She knelt down and placed the rifle sitting on a tripod to her shoulder peering through the very large scope.

“So what are you doing?”

“Working. Now use the famous vampire quietness and shut up. I need to concentrate.”

I looked where she was looking. Four blocks over. A limo pulled up in front of a restaurant. A white guy with a shaved head and tattoos covering his head, neck and arms stepped out as two large fellows stood on either side of him.

“Hello handsome.” Bella whispered. She fired the rifle. It was quiet. Only a slight cracking sound. I looked and saw tattooed guy’s head explode in a cloud of red and his body hit the ground. The body guards were looking everywhere. Except the hotel 4 blocks away.

“My God that must have been 400 yards! Did you do that?”

“462, if we are keeping score.” She was already taking apart the rifle and placing it back in her oversized bag. She placed the glass back into the hole she had cut and used some sort of adhesive gun to hold it in place. You would have to look close to see it was ever cut.

She began to walk out.

“Wait.”

“Look Garrett. I don’t know why you are following me, but you can’t bother me when I am working. That’s bad.” She kept working.

“Working? You just blew that guy’s head off.”

“Exactly. So I kind of need to get out of here.”

She was walking without looking back at me. This time she took the stairs. I followed.

“Are you a hitman? Woman?”

“No. Not exactly. I mean yeah. I work for the CIA. That guy I just popped was one of the largest arms dealers in Europe. He was a main supplier for the Taliban. His death won’t stop them but it will slow down the flood of RPGs into Afghanistan for a few months.”

“You kill people?”

She finally stopped walking down the stairs and turned towards me.

“Yes, I kill people. I’m a bad, bad girl. Does that bother you? I hope so because you really need to leave me alone.”

“Are you kidding? I’ve never wanted a woman more!”

She was perfect.

“Fucking great.” She whispered and continued her descent. We reached the bottom of the stairs and she straightened her dress.

“Look Garrett, you really seem pretty cool for a vampire. You’re hot and everything. But I dated a vampire once and from what I could tell you guys have issues. I have issues. I don’t really date anyone. It doesn’t really fit with the whole lone gunman lifestyle.”

“You think I’m hot?” I smiled. Progress.

She rolled her eyes. “That would be what you paid attention to. Now look, I need to mingle and you will just draw attention to me. Now go.”

She walked into the ballroom smiling at the bald guy who stopped me earlier. Carrying her large black bag with her weapon of mass destruction in it. The bitch shot me. That was kind of hot.

With nothing else to do and not wanting to draw attention to the hit woman I walked to the alley where my bike was parked. An hour later she walked out. I could hear police cars and officers four blocks away. They weren’t coming near here. It would take a forensics team to determine where the shot came from. Something told me the investigation wouldn’t get far.

She drove back to her apartment building. I had to get to know her. I had to make myself a regular part of her life. I had to have her. The only problem was how. I sat on the roof top outside her apartment thinking deeply about this. In the morning it hit me. Of course. I snuck into the apartment building and knocked on the door across the hall from her apartment. A sweet little old lady opened the door.

“Yes? Can I help you?”

“Yes ma’am. I will get straight to the point. I want to buy your apartment. I will give you $150,000 today in cash and take over your lease.”

“Who the fuck are you son?” Granny has a potty mouth apparently.

“It doesn’t matter. $150,000 today. Yes or no?”

“I don’t know. This is a bit strange. I will have to think on it.” She went to close the door and I stopped her with my hand.

“$200,000 if you can move out by 3 PM today. Hire a moving company. I will pay for that as well.”

“Son, I am not just giving up my home. This place has memories for me.”

“How long have you lived here?”

“Four years.”

“Four years? How can you have that many memories in four years? How old are you?”

“Excuse me? How old I am is none of your damn business. My husband died in this apartment!” she replied, apparently offended.

“He died here? It seems to me that would be a big reason to want to leave. Isn’t that kind of creepy?”

“No, you hippy asshole!”

“I’m not a hippy.”

“Get a haircut then!”

“Look I’m offering you $200,000 to walk away from four years of fond memories and the place where your beloved husband passed away. Yes or no?”

“I loved my husband dearly. He lived here for one year with me before he passed.”

“One year!”

“Yes.”

Enough of this. I will go to the apartment next to hers rather than the one across.

“Fine. I understand. Have a good…

“$250,000.” She said.

“Excuse me?”

“You want it that bad, today, that’s the price.”

“$225.” I countered.

“$250 and it’s yours. I’ll even pay for the moving company myself.”

“Deal.” Old bitch.

“Good. The maintenance in this building sucks anyway. Have a cashier’s check in an hour. I will be out of here by three. See you soon hippy.”

So it happened. Bella was of course thrilled. When I knocked on her door the first time to ask for a cup of sugar the look on her face was pure… not joy.

“

Hi neighbor!”

“You have to be kidding me.” She replied.

I’m not really sure what the look was on her face. I asked her out 6 times over the next few weeks. I saw her work a few times locally. Once in New York I listened to her outside as she lured a mob boss to her room promising sex and slit his throat then rappelled out the window 6 stories below . She caught me once watching her when she came out of a room after double tapping a guy. She was a busy girl. She was not happy to learn I had been following her and watching her work. Now I had followed her to Mexico and the opportunity had arrived. She said yes. I would have broken the gate for her anyway but she didn’t need to know that.

I looked down and saw the guards had moved away. Another hour and they would give up.

“So do you have a backup vehicle to get you out of here?”

She sighed. Damn she felt good in my arms.

“No.”

“What were you going to do? Run through Mexico for the border?”

“I figured I would steal a phone, call Kevin and arrange an extraction. Get some Seals in here or something.”

“Who is Kevin?”

“Never mind. Look, I got this okay? Just help me get down from the tree. My feet are killing me.”

“I have a jeep half a mile away. I could give you a ride.”

She seemed deep in thought. The poor thing looked tired, not that she would admit it.

“Fine. I mean, if you don’t mind. Since you followed me to Mexico and everything.”

“Outstanding. See how easy this is being together?”

“Yeah…” she sighed again. But she did lean her head on me a little.

“Hold on to me and we can use the tops of the trees to get there.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist and buried her head into my neck. Damn she felt good. It was time to get my little neighbor home and prepare for our date.