Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

For God And Country

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 12:

GPOV

She wasn’t screaming any longer. It was almost like she had come to terms with the pain. She was now moaning on the bed. I had changed her out of her bloody clothes. I had left her in the living room hall momentarily while I ran out and caught the sniper at the house three blocks away. He had killed the occupants. Two middle school aged boys and a husband and wife. An Arab fellow. He wouldn’t speak. I knocked him out and ran him back to our house. Luckily Bella was hit at 6 AM on a Saturday. No one was on the streets. Police had discovered the home residents he had killed yesterday and were investigating.

They didn’t know the perpetrator was three blocks away in my basement chained to a concrete wall. They didn’t know he would never be found. I walked downstairs to check on him. I had not given him food or water since he has been here. That was 65 hours ago. He looked up when I walked in. He was scared. I hadn’t even touched him yet. I wanted to rip him to shreds.

He shot her in the stomach and near her heart, straight into her lung. The first shot went through her stomach and through her spine. The second bullet went straight through her lung out her back. But he wanted her to suffer. If he didn’t, he would have gone for a head shot. He wanted her to die slowly on her own lawn. I didn’t know how much control Bella would have. She may drain him dry in seconds. Then again, this was Bella we were talking about. Who knew what to expect?

He was still alive. His arms were still chained above his head. His shoulders looked like they were causing him extreme pain. He didn’t know the meaning of pain yet. He would learn.

“Who sent you?” I asked, not knowing what kind of shape Bella was going to be in. She may drink him before she had a chance to question him. I knew my wife. She would want answers

“I will tell you nothing. I am prepared to die.”

“Death? Death is something you will be begging for. No. Death is the least of your concerns right now. When my wife wakes up you will be begging for death.”

“Your wife is dead. No one could survive those shots.”

“You should have shot her in the head. Why didn’t you?”

He decided not to talk again. Let’s see how strong his resolve is. I walked slowly up to him and grabbed his hand.

“You have been like this for quite a while now. Have you lost feelings in your hands?”

He said nothing. Just stared ahead with a blank look on his face. I took his right index finger and ground the bones to dust between my fingers. The scream he let out was quite impressive. Had there been windows I am sure they would have shattered.

“No, it looks like you haven’t lost all feeling. I’m going to leave you with the thought that you have nine fingers and ten toes remaining. I need to go check on my very alive wife.”

She awoke 6 hours later in my arms.

“Garrett?”

“Yes Bella.”

She sat up and looked around. She stared at her hands. She walked to the mirror on our dresser and stood for a few minutes staring at herself.

“Bella are you okay love?”

“My throat hurts.”

“I know Bella. You need blood. We need to hunt.”

“Garrett… why am I dressed like the bride of Dracula?”

I had dressed her in a long black dress. I always liked that dress on her. She refused to wear it. I guess I knew why now.

“Uhm… it was the only thing that was clean?”

“No. It wasn’t. Why didn’t you just bring a coffin in here and let me rise from it?”

“I suppose I could have called Alice Cullen to dress you but…”

“No! It’s cool. Bride of Dracula it is.”

“Bella, how are you feeling besides thirsty?”

“Garrett, do my breasts look larger?” She asked, smiling.

“Yes, a little.”

Bella ripped the top of her dress down. Damn. I really liked that dress. I like those breast much more though.

“Wow. They are rounder. Fuller. I may have cleavage now.” She was rubbing her breasts now. I haven’t had sex in three days and she was doing this to me now? “Damn this feels good. My skin feels more sensitive.” Tell me about it.

“Yes Bella. How much do you remember Bella?”

“Everything.” She turned to me. Walking slowly up, she gently grabbed my face and kissed me. She stepped back, shocked.

“Oh my God, Garrett. You feel… human.”

“Yes. Now that we are the same we feel similar to how humans would feel to each other. Does that bother you?” I hoped not. I really, really hoped not.

“No, of course not. I guess after so long we had gotten used to how each other’s bodies felt, it is just a shock. I love the way you feel. Do you like how I feel?” She was confused now. Or was it worried? She still looked the same. Slender. Toned. Her hair was a darker brown with a tin of dark red in it. Almost similar to mine. She was gorgeous. Not much had changed. She had always been gorgeous.

“Thank God I waxed the day before I was shot. Looks like I will be going Brazilian for eternity, huh?” she smiled and winked at me. “Just the way you like me.”

“Baby, I love you no matter what. But yes that is nice.” Very nice.

“Garrett, as much as I want to make love to you right now, I have something I need to take care of. Please tell me you did what I asked?”

“He is down stairs waiting for you love.”

“You are the best husband in the world. I am very thirsty.”

“He hasn’t spoken yet.” I told her. If she ate him I wanted her to understand.

“I didn’t figure he would. You are a strong vampire Garrett but sometimes extracting information requires a woman’s touch. No, I was hoping you would be a dear and go get me someone while I worked?”

It was nearly night. I suppose I could. I hated to leave her alone right now.

“Bella, I can’t be sure of your control. You may go on a killing spree in the neighborhood. Why don’t you come with me? He will be here. He isn’t going anywhere.”

“Fine. Your right as always Garrett. Could you go downstairs and break his feet just to be sure?”

Ouch.

“Yes love. Wait for me here.”

I ran downstairs and saw the gentleman’s eyes light up when I walked in. I didn’t waste any time. I grabbed both his feet and crushed them quickly and was back up the stairs before his screams really started. I found Bella, dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black shirt. She smiled at me.

“Don’t get excited. I am in no way wearing black as much as you do. But I figured I would need something that didn’t show blood stains in case it got a little messy.”

“How did you do that?”

“Do what?” she asked.

“Get dressed? Usually newborns take a while to get dressed.”

“Baby, I’ve been living with you for over a year. I watch you. I know it requires slow movements and a gentle touch. Now let’s go eat.”

I should have known.

We drove her Camaro to the Capitol. Taking a few side streets while Bella fidgeted in the passenger’s seat, I saw them. Two gang bangers standing near the front of an alleyway hanging out. Before I could get out of the car Bella had grabbed both of them and tossed them from the street to the end of the alleyway.

She drained one guy in seconds. The other took off running to the back end of the alley. Bella caught him before he could make it to the sidewalk.

She carried both bodies and threw them in a dumpster like she had just took the trash out.

“Garrett, you got a lighter and lighter fluid?”

I guess she was full.

BPOV

My name is Isabella Swan. And this is the best day of my life. This was so weird. I knew I would be a vampire eventually. I prepared myself mentally for the change as best I could. I managed the pain and held onto my sanity. The pain purified me. It was atonement for my sins. Now it was time to commit new sins.

I felt amazing. Strange but amazing. Drinking blood was a rush. I could feel it running through my veins. Garrett felt human. He was warm. He… God I couldn’t wait to fuck the hell out of him.

But I had work to do first.

“You know Bella, we could let this go.”

“What?” I asked, thinking I must have some sort of newborn delusion where I hear crazy talk.

“You are a vampire now. We can go home, you can torture him, drink him, whatever you want. I don’t give a fuck. Then we can let it go. Whoever was after you, can never harm you now. It’s over. Let’s kill him and get on with our lives. We can move. Maybe to that spot we found by Niagara Falls. It’s just a suggestion.”

“Garrett I was burned. I was betrayed.”

“And you want revenge right? I understand Bella.”

“No, I don’t want revenge. I knew when I got into this game that I would be hit eventually.” I told him.

“Then why go after who ordered this, if not for revenge?”

“It’s not about revenge. It’s about reckoning. Someone declared war on me. Someone is going to lose that war. Once that is done, then we can move on. Then we can live the vampire lifestyles of the rich and famous. But the score must be settled Garrett. It just has to be. You understand.”

Garrett nodded and kept driving. He understood. He always understood me. We finally, to my relief, got home. It was time to get started finding my answers.

“Did you get his cellphone?” I asked Garrett.

“Of course. I’m married to a spy. You think I would leave a cellphone?”

“Have you ran a trace on it? Tracked down the numbers?”

“All scrambled carriers. No addresses.”

“Fine. I will have to do it directly. I will get a name. You want to flush a fox out of a field? You burn the fucking field down around him.”

Garrett started a fire in the fireplace while I grabbed some necessary equipment. I walked downstairs to face the man who killed me. I had to find a name. One name to start with. He would tell me. The look on his face was priceless.

“I killed you.”

“No. You didn’t.” I smiled. “Good try though.”

“You look different. What happened? How are you walking?”

“I am a vampire now.”

“Vampires don’t exist.”

“We do. It’s a well-kept secret. I wouldn’t be telling you now except we both know this is the last place you will ever breathe in your life. I wish I could make it nicer but we never really got around to decorating the basement.” I walked slowly up to him and traced his face with my cold finger. He flinched back.

“Demon.” He whispered.

“Vampire. Pay attention. There is a difference. What is your name?”

He stared ahead. He was a brave one.

“Fine. I will call you Larry.”

“I will tell you nothing.”

“No worries Larry. I won’t be asking you anything.”

“Good. Kill me now. I am prepared to die.”

“Oh Larry. You aren’t prepared to die like this. You were sent to assassinate me. You should have shot me in the head. Your boss wanted me to suffer. Too bad for you. Your boss must really hate me. That was a personal kill. You read about me right? Every good killer goes into a job knowing everything he can about his target. You are a good killer right? Don’t answer that. I promised no questions.

Since I am going to assume you read about me, I know, that you know, exactly what I am capable of doing. So I won’t be asking you questions. But in a few days you will be begging to tell me. Funny thing about vampires is we have all the time in the world. If you are worried about having your blood drank, don’t be. If you are like me, you were trained to withstand torture. I am going to give you a gift before you die. I am going to let you see how well you learned your lessons.

I walked to the first toy I had.

A small .22. caliber pistol.

I shot him in the left thigh just above the knee cap. He was screaming already. His feet were swollen. He had a swollen finger that looked like the bone had been completely crushed.

I walked up to his leg and stuck a finger in his wound. He continued screaming.

“Garrett tells me you killed some of my neighbors. Kids. You killed civilians. That wasn’t very nice Larry. That’s breaking the rules. People like us, we are warriors. We don’t involve the innocent.”

I sat back and watched him cry. He was very good. An average operative would be begging me to kill him already.

“Here is the deal, Larry. You know what I want to know. Everything you know. So I am going to keep you alive and keep torturing you for days. When you want it to end you tell me what I want to know. I won’t ask. I want you to volunteer the information. You know that I can detect deception. When I am satisfied I will end your life. I hope you got paid well. Whatever you got paid, it isn’t worth what you are about to go through.

I feel it is only fair to tell you though. You will die without your eyes.” That caught his attention.

“I am a fair woman. I am not a monster. Not much of one anyway. I will show you mercy eventually.” I picked up a towel.

“In three days I am going to stuff this entire towel in your mouth down your throat and into your stomach. I know what you are thinking. That can’t happen. Trust me, it can. I will leave a little hanging out though. When I pull the towel out the lining of your stomach will come out. Very painful. It will take you three or four days to die. So that’s the good news. All you have to do is hold out a week without telling me what I want to know while I put you through every single small little torture I can and you will have beaten me. I will find out what I want anyway. You will have gone through this and died for an employer who is already relieved he doesn’t have to pay you and hopes you finished the job before I killed you. Enjoy.”

Garrett opened the door above and moved quickly to my side.

“I was wondering where you were honey.” I kissed him on the cheek as he handed me the hot poker. Larry’s eyes got wide.

“Sorry dear. The fireplace took a while to start.”

I walked up to Larry.

“I don’t want you to bleed to death Larry so I am going to take care of that little bullet wound.”

Before he could say anything I stuck the poker into the bullet hole in his thigh. He didn’t scream as loud. His voice was already leaving him. I should give him time to recover. I want him able to talk.

“Now Larry, it is 10:07 PM. Look at the clock on the wall. I will be back in two hours for our next session. While I am gone I want you to think about what I am going to do to you next and if it is worth it.”

I walked upstairs hand in hand with Garrett. We reached the top and he whispered to me.

“Are you really going to do all that to him?”

“I doubt it. It won’t come to that either way. When I return in two hours he will tell me everything he knows. The thought of what could happen can sometimes be worse than the torture itself.”

“So what do we do now?” Garret asked me.

“Now you make love to me Garrett. Fuck me for the first time as hard as you can. Don’t hold back. I need you.”

“Count on it.”

Garret POV

Bella was incredible. Her warmth, her body. I could enjoy it fully now. I could squeeze her ass as hard as I wanted. I could bite her nipples. I could bite her without harming her. She could bite me and I could feel it. We didn’t mark each other. Just nibbles. But it was so worth it. She stayed under me the entire time. She usually likes different positions but she locked her legs around me and wouldn’t let go. She moaned, She screamed. She thrust her hips into mine as hard as I was thrusting into her. The friction we were creating was extreme. It was like making love for the first time. Yet her body remained the same. I knew every single centimeter of her body. I knew what spots she liked to be touched. I knew what made her wild. I knew how to make her cum over and over again. But this time she didn’t get tired. She went from one orgasm to the next and never slowed down. We were lost in each other. Until her cell phone alarm went off at 12:07 AM. She got up out of bed, dressed in a pretty dress that was white with blue flowers on it and threw on a pair of reading glasses. She wrapped her hair in a ponytail. She looked like a fucking librarian.

“I’m going to handle this session myself. Stay at the top of the stairs and watch.”

I wasn’t really sure I wanted to watch. I was good at war. I was good at fighting. Bella was good at… torture. Most vampires would have drained him at first site. Not her. I don’t know why I was surprised.

I watched her slowly walk downstairs. Making noise with every step so he could hear her coming. She pulled out a lawn chair we kept in the basement and sat a book on it. She walked to the tool box on the work bench. One by one she pulled different pliers and a flat head screwdriver on the ground in front of Larry. She then sat down in front of him and began reading her copy of Wuthering Heights. Larry’s eyes went from her to the tools and back to her. This went on for 30 minutes. Larry was crying quietly. Finally Bella faked a yawn, stretched her arms over her head and stood up.

“Larry, when you took your training class on torture, I know they covered having your fingers and toes cut off. Pretty standard stuff. Did your class go over having fingers and toes pulled out with pliers? Let me tell you, I once had my big toe dislocated with a pair of pliers while I was hanging by my arms, just like you are right now. I didn’t even have it ripped off. Just squeezed and pulled. Did that ever happen to you Larry?”

Larry shook his head in the negative.

“Well, I was in the advanced class. I was put through a lot of torture. It was necessary. A necessary part of my training. So long as it didn’t scar my body, they did it to me. Had to protect the body. Can’t be a proper female assassin if no one wants to fuck you, right? Waterboarding, beatings, isolation, starvation, thirst. I was even hung by the neck once. It hurt. My first sexual experience was while I was being trained to withstand torture. The instructor threatened to rape me unless I gave him the secret word. It wasn’t a threat. I never gave him the word. Going through torture changes you, doesn’t it? Being tortured is a strange experience, isn’t it? There comes a point where you have to ask yourself if it is worth it. How far are you really willing to go? Do you really want this? Death is going to come anyway. What does it matter what happens in this world once you are gone? Because we both know there are things worse than death right? I am telling you what I went through so you understand I have no limits. There is nothing too sacred to me except the mission. Not my body. Not yours. Nothing. Nothing will stand in the way of me getting what I want. Do you understand Larry?”

Larry nodded his head in the affirmative. Bella patted him on the cheek gently.

“I’m sorry you got caught in this situation. This isn’t personal. I would have great respect for you actually if you hadn’t killed the civilians. It could easily be me in your position. But it isn’t. But we both know we have to do this. So what tool should we start with?”

“Please no.” he whispered.

“What was that?” Bella pulled her glasses off.

“I will talk. Please just kill me.”

“I don’t want to force you to talk Larry. I told you I wouldn’t ask. If you are sure, just between me and you, I think you made a wise decision. I am truly evil. I take pleasure in killing but not in torture. But I am not afraid of it. I am happy for you though. You have made the right decision. So I am going to sit here and you are going to tell me whatever you want to tell me. If I think it is enough, I will kill you. I promise.”

She did it. She broke him so easily. I had no idea they tortured her during training. He raped her? They hung her by the neck? She went through that?

She may want to find who ordered the hit on her. I wanted to find her trainers.

But she survived. No wonder she was able to handle the change so well. She never lost her mind at any point. She just waited for it to be over.

“His name is Steven Tanner. He is a section chief for the Cairo office of the CIA. He ordered the hit. He gave me information. All he had was your name and picture. He told me you may be using the name Bella or Swan and to check for houses with those names in the area. He knew your handler lived in Washington. He figured you would be close.”

“He knows Kevin?”

“He knew Kevin Brooks. He told me the rest of your information was covered. Scrambled. No way to find it. He knew you must be blacked out. That meant assassin. I was to make you suffer. You are right. It was personal. I asked him why and he told me that he wasn’t told. I thought whoever ordered it may have been a relative of one of your prior targets. But I didn’t ask questions. We don’t ask questions. You know this. I found you a week ago. I watched you. I waited. I struck. Steven Tanner is the only name I know. I swear to you.”

“What do you mean, he knew Kevin?” Bella whispered.

“A hit was ordered on Kevin Brooks as well. It was ordered by Tanner as well. I was in the room. He is already dead.”

“Handlers don’t get involved in our business.” Bella whispered. She was getting angry. Anger in a newborn, even as one as controlled as Bella, is not good. I may have to step in.

“Neither do section chiefs order hits. But it happened.”

“Okay.” Bella calmed her emotions. Amazing. “Do you wish to die now?”

“Yes, please.”

“What is your name?”

“Ahmad.”

“There is a special hell for those who kill children. Goodbye, Ahmad.”

Bella snapped his neck.

She ran upstairs and grabbed her cellphone, nearly breaking it. She stopped at the last second, took a breath and used a gentle touch to speed dial Kevin. No answer.

“Do you want to go over to his house Bella?”

“No point Garrett. In four years, day or night, he always picks up his phone. He is gone.”

I walked around and wrapped my arms around her. She loved him. If this wasn’t about revenge before, it was now. She turned around in my arms and I could feel the tears in her eyes that would not drop. She took a deep breath and pulled back.

“Where is the phone you took?” she asked, back to business.

I handed it to her from my pocket. She dialed the last number that was called.

The phone answered.

“Where have you been? Is it done?”

“Who is this?” Bella asked. No answer.

“Is this Steven Tanner?” she asked.

Still silence.

“Steven, this is Isabella Swan. I am coming for you. You cannot stop me. If I were you, I would kill myself before I find you. It would be the smart move.” Bella ended the call and looked at me.

“Garrett would you call the airport and get the Jet ready?”

“Egypt right?”

“You know it baby. We have some hunting to do.”

I turned to complete her task but I had to know first.

“Bella… is what you told him true?”

“About what?” she asked, confused.

“Were you… raped?”

“No. I thought it would make a nice touch though. I wasn’t hung by the neck either. The rest I told him was true. The toe thing really hurt. The beatings were rough. Waterboarding does feel like you are drowning. They dropped me to the bottom of a pool once with cinder blocks chained to my ankles so I could feel what drowning felt like once.”

“Okay.” I didn’t like the idea of her going through that but at least she wasn’t raped.

“I did fuck the lead instructor though. It was my first time.”

Say what?

“Why did you do that?”

“The training objective. I either had to escape or hold out until I was forced to give up the word. I had gone through seduction training by that point. I broke down crying in my cell one night to get his attention. He thought I was cracking so he came to play the good guy. I let it slip that I was a virgin. Who can resist that? He couldn’t. I told him I needed him. I told him I was scared I was going to die a virgin. He fucked me. He wore himself out and I kicked him in the base of the skull when he turned his back on me to leave. Getting out was a breeze after that. It’s all about the mission. The objective. Once you dedicate your life to that, nothing else matters. Not your body, not your soul. All about God and Country right? Not even love mattered anymore. You changed that for me. You gave me back love in my life. You gave me my soul back. That’s why I gave my love and soul to you, Garrett.” She winked at me.

Damn this girl was scary. I loved her so much it was hurting me right now.

I guess I found out who one of the six were.

Jasper POV

We were sitting in the same room for the first time in weeks. Things had been stressful since I returned from Bella and Garrett’s house. On the way back I called Peter and he told me what Garrett and Bella did in Munich. The blood… stuff. The dead woman they practically had sex on top of. The blood drinking. I couldn’t keep these thoughts to myself. There was no way. Edward read my mind shortly after. Emmett and Carlisle stopped him from destroying the house. I told the family everything thinking maybe they would let Bella go.

Instead Esme blamed herself for the damnation of Bella’s soul. Alice blamed herself for leaving Bella. Carlisle was… disturbingly turned on by her behavior. This was pissing Edward off immensely. He threatened to tell Esme about Carlisle’s thoughts but Esme wasn’t speaking to Edward. She blamed him also. She had attacked Edward twice over the past few weeks and Emmett and Rose had to pull her off of him. Emmett was speechless about the whole thing. Rose was… immensely impressed. For the first time ever, I felt feelings of respect from her towards Bella. We were all finally calmed enough to sit in a room together. Esme wasn’t trying to kill Edward. Edward wasn’t trying to kill himself or Carlisle. Emmett had already smashed the replacement piano Edward bought last week.

“I want to see her Jasper. Tell me where she lives.” Esme said, staring at me.

“I can’t. I shouldn’t. She would see it as a betrayal, Esme. She will be turned. She won’t be going anywhere. If we give her space maybe one day we can all be friends again.”

“She hates us, doesn’t she?” Alice asked more to herself than anyone else.

“She doesn’t hate you Alice.”

“I’m nothing to her.” She whispered.

I couldn’t disagree with that. Bella just about told me as much. I wish I knew a way to make this better.

“Look, you all need to understand the 17 year old Bella Swan we all knew and loved does not exist any longer. This woman. She is…” cold blooded? Freaky? Scary? Psychotic? Assertive? Yeah Jasper. Go with assertive.

“Assertive. She is a very strong willed individual. She pretty much stands on her own. The only person she wants or needs in her life is Garrett right now. Let’s all leave her alone and maybe in 50 years or so she may come around and want to be friends again. I mean Carlisle, Emmett and I are friends with Garrett. He didn’t sound like he was angry at us. It’s a small vampire community for the most part. We all know each other. She will come around. But if any of you expect her to be a little sister” I looked at Emmett and Alice “Or a daughter” I looked at Esme “or anything else” I looked at Carlisle and Edward “then you are hoping for something that isn’t going to happen. We need to get her out of our minds and start trying to get along again. Or we need to break up. We can’t keep living like this!”

No one said a word. Bella wouldn’t come around. Maybe forgetting her would be for the best. It kind of bummed me out as well. She was so much more fun now than she was then. I really think hanging out with her would be fun.

Fate is a fickle bitch. As I finished that thought my phone rang. Garrett.

“Hey Gar, what’s up?”

“Jasper this is Bella.”

“Hello. I wasn’t expecting to hear your voice again so soon. Why does your voice sound different?”

“I’m a vampire now. I got shot in my front yard by a sniper. Long story short Garrett changed me and captured the sniper. I woke up and tortured him for information. Found out my handler was dead and I had been betrayed by someone in the CIA. Without my handler and not being able to trust anyone in the CIA, I need information. I need the guy you used to figure out I was in the Army. How did he figure it out anyway?”

“Uh…”what the fuck? Man my life is boring compared to these two. “He… uh found a graduation photo of your basic training class.”

“Sounds like my kind of guy. Is he completely trust worthy?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Give me his contact information.”

Wait a minute. I looked around the living room. Apparently everyone had heard what was said. Alice was looking at me with hope in her eyes. Shit.

“Why should I give you his contact information, Bella?”

“What did you say?” she whispered.

“You heard me.”

“You owe me Hale.” She replied a little louder now.

“I don’t owe you shit Swan.” I replied laughing lowly. Alice hit me. I winked at her and put my finger to my lips.

“You… uh… you tried to bite me once!”

“Yeah, apparently you would have liked it.” Edward growled. I shot the finger at him. “Besides it was your fucking fault you cut your finger in a room full of vampires.”

“I only cut my finger because of a fucking party that your wife insisted that I have, that I didn’t even want, you jackass.”

“Sorry Bella. I still see that as a wash. I don’t see that as owing you anything.”

Silence.

“Jasper, I am trying to avenge a man who has been like second father too me. I have one name and I’m sure there are more above his. I have a lot of people to kill and not a lot of time to do it before tracks start being covered. I will find out what I need myself but I am on a flight to Egypt and I really don’t want to waste time once I hit the ground, looking for crap like addresses and connections. Let’s say you give me your man and I owe you one.”

The family was looking at me.

“I’ll do you one better Bella. You give me the name and he and I will both look and I will call you right back with the information.”

“Great Jasper, thank…”

“But…”

“But what?”

“You have to agree to come over and visit with the Esme and Alice.”

“GODDAMNIT JASPER! What is it with you setting me up with those squirrel sucking motherfuckers?! Would you get the fuck over it? I’m on a damn mission here and I am asking for your help and all you are worried about is making a new friend for your mommy and wife? Would you grow the fuck up all ready?!”

I looked at the family’s faces. Yeah.

“Uh…”

“Oh shit. The squirrel sucking motherfuckers are listening aren’t they?” Bella whispered.

“Yep.”

Silence.

“HI EVERYBODY! Just kidding about the name. It’s kind of a term of endearment for all of you. Much love and all. Hope you all are doing well.”

“So what do you say Bella?” I asked grinning.

“I hate you Jasper Hale.” She whispered.

“That’s cool darlin.” I told her laughing.

“Fine. When I am done painting Egypt red with the entrails of my enemies I will come visit your “Family” for a spot of tea. Now will you help?”

“Absolutely Bella! Anything for family.” This was fun.

“I’m going to kill you one of these days Jasper, you manipulative bastard. You may have been the deadliest vampire on the planet but that ended the day I woke up.”

“I understand Bells. Why don’t you give me the name already?”

“Steven Tanner. CIA Section Chief, Cairo Egypt. I want to know everything including the name of his favorite teddy bear when he was a child.”

“Consider it done. Call you back in two hours.” I ended the call and looked up at my family.

“So Bella is going to come to see us?” Esme asked.

“It certainly appears that way.” I replied. Esme and Alice rushed to hug me. The rest stood still as statues, probably trying to digest what they just heard.

I was going to make sure Alice and I were friends with Garrett and Bella. They had way to much fun not to hang out with.

Emmett looked up at me.

“Did I hear that right? Did she say she was going to paint Egypt red with the entrails of her enemies?”

“Yes Emmett, she did.”

Rose was smiling and squealing.

“I can’t wait to see her again. She sounds like so much fun now!”