Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

For God And Country

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 13:

GPOV

Our pilot announced that we would be landing in an hour in Cairo. Jasper’s man had gotten the information we needed. At least to start with. We had just woken up and Bella was assembling her weapons, loading clips and cleaning a rifle.

So we hadn’t actually woken up. The entire time I lived with Bella, when she went to sleep I would close my eyes and hold her until she woke. She called it my sleep. It was a time to relax, enjoy the darkness and the feel of her body next to mine. Bella told me it would be good for me. Even if I couldn’t sleep she said, the quiet and darkness would do me good. I have to admit she was right. We made an agreement that when she was turned we would still spend time every night, when we had the opportunity, asleep in our own way. Spending hours lying with our eyes closed, enjoying being together in silence. We started practicing on this flight.

“Tell me again baby. Why are you getting weapons ready?”

“Tanner knows we are coming. He is a Section Chief. He can’t very well disappear. He is worried but he won’t run. He will have agents protecting him. I would bet, that I am already deleted from the database along with Kevin due to KIA or listed as a rogue asset. He isn’t the only one we are going to have to take down.”

“Okay. I get that. But why weapons? We are vampires in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Yes I have noticed Garrett. If I was going feeding I wouldn’t bother with weapons. But I don’t feel like burning a bunch of bodies. Leaving behind bloodless corpses behind won’t do. That would cause too many questions. So we are going to make this look like what it is. A simple raid on a heavily guarded complex to kidnap a target.” Bella told me, continuing to caress her weapons like they were sex toys.

“Oh. Okay. Did you enjoy your sleep?” I asked laughing.

“Yes. I could have used more. The time allowed me to focus on what I want to accomplish here. Tanner will be at his house. It is in the city so an assault will most likely bring responders quickly. This works in our favor. He will be confident. He will feel safe. Then I will burn the fucking field out from around him. He will have a panic room. It will be soundproof so we won’t hear his heartbeat. But I can find it. Once we get it, we can play vampire, grab him and jump out the window. Or go out the back door. We will make it up as we go along.”

“We can’t eat any of them? I’m hungry. I thought we could have our first dinner together.”

“I swear you always think with your stomach. Typical man. I’m trying to raid a CIA stronghold in foreign country and you are worried about when your next meal is. Are you going to help me on this or just annoy me the whole time?”

“Ouch. Sue me for being hungry. I’m just saying if there is going to be a lot of dead people it seems a waste to let them go… to waste?”

She didn’t respond and instead continued loading bullets one by one into the clips. I swear it could hypnotize you if you stared to long.

“You are a newborn? Aren’t you a tiny bit hungry?”

“Yes, okay? I’m very fucking hungry. Thanks for reminding me. It’s taking everything in me not to eat the pilot. But we need to prioritize here. You reminding me of how hungry I am is not conducive to completing this mission. I went 6 days without food once. I can handle a little blood lust.”

“Conducive?”

“Yes, conducive.”

“Maybe we could stop on the way? Just a quick bite.”

“If we stop and eat will you stop giving me crap about my guns and shut the hell up?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “It couldn’t hurt your chances.”

Bella took a deep breath. It is so cute. Almost like she hasn’t figured out that she doesn’t need to do that any longer.

“How are you doing baby? With everything?” I asked her. She really hadn’t had time to take it all in, what with the sex and the feeding and the torturing the guy, finding out Kevin was dead, then killing the guy and now flying to Egypt for revenge. It has been quite hectic.

“I don’t know Garrett. I mean I’m loving this vampire thing. It just takes some getting used to. Never being tired. Being hungry all the time, being horny all the time. Wanting to tear things up with my bare hands while growling. I’m usually a pretty disciplined person. You know that. But now I feel like I have this beast that needs to break free living under my skin and I am having to constantly hold it down.”

“I know Bella. It will get better. This is all very new to you. Most newborns, hell every newborn I have ever seen, is a crazy raving lunatic for their first year, especially their first few days. You are almost spooky in your management of this new state you find yourself in.”

“Well I have lived with a vampire. I have had an opportunity that no one has had. I knew what was happening and what to expect when I woke up. I can imagine what the feelings of a person who didn’t know what vampires were, would be.” She replied continuing to load her clips.

We landed one hour later and our rental car was ready. We drove to Mr. Tanner’s residence. Bella swore that he would be there. I thought he would be gone. I decided to go ahead and humor her though. We were currently sitting in the top floor of an abandoned building three blocks away. Bella had her trusty scope out. I was concerned about her vision.

“You know you don’t really need that scope right?”

“Yes, but it helps me focus my vision instead of getting distracted by the dust particles in the air of this piece of shit building.”

“Okay.” Just trying to be helpful. I guess you turn the assassin into a vampire but you can’t take the assassin out of the girl.

“You know he isn’t going to be there Bella.”

“Then why are guards stationed on both corners? Infrared on my scope is picking up multiple bodies inside on both the first and second stories.”

“You can see inside the building with that thing?” I didn’t know she could do that.

“What? You mean your superior vampire vision can’t see through walls any better than mine?” She smirked.

“Okay. I’ll admit your little gadgets may be handy for seeing through walls, Jane Bond.” She doesn’t have to be a smart ass about it.

“Just watch and learn Garrett. Some situations require a scalpel, not a hammer.”

“So when do we go in?”

“When I say.” She replied. She didn’t look at me but I could tell she was rolling her eyes.

“How come I don’t get to say? I have seniority as far as time in service goes.”

“I have a higher rank.” She said grinning.

“I have a bigger dick.” Let her argue with that.

“Not if you keep giving me shit. It may be my dick then. I can carry it in my black case.” She smiled again. She was kidding right?

Finally she put down the weapon.

“Okay. We go in through the front door.”

“Seriously?” I asked.

“What?”

“I just spent 15 minutes watching you stare through that thing like you discovered the secret of life for you to tell me, we go in through the front door?”

“Look, you said you were hungry right?” She asked.

“Yes…”

“Take the one on the left corner against the side of the house. I will kill the one on the right corner. Just stuff them in those dumpsters they have stationed on both sides and toss a grenade in. Then we go in the front door and shoot everyone but Tanner. Simple.”

I was about to ask what happened to the scalpel but I really was hungry. She tossed me two handguns and a grenade and she holstered two guns. I have to say she looked so hot. She was dressed totally in black. Long sleeve spandex shirt and tight bottoms. A black utility belt hung low on her small hips where she kept two handguns. Then she threw on a black trench coat and placed a sub machine gun in a holster underneath it.

“Remember. Shoot or stab everyone. No biting or crushing. We move fast. Once the assault begins police and fire will be ten minutes away. That gives us 5 minutes to kill everyone, get Tanner and get out. If you see a laptop in there grab it, don’t shoot it. You ready?”

“Of course I’m ready.” She was already gone. I followed and ran to the guard at one corner. He never knew what hit him. I had him drained in a few seconds. No time to savor the meal or GI Jane would be pissed. I heard her grenade go off and figured I was already running behind. I tossed his body and pulled the pin. She was waiting for me in the front.

“What took you so long?”

“I’m going to spank you when we are done.” I told her glaring.

“Last bitch who said she wanted to hit my ass wound up with a sliced throat while I fucked my boyfriend next to her corpse covered in her blood. Give it a shot if you want.” She winked at me and kicked the door in. Walking in, I heard a lot of noise. Bella was firing at will. I looked down and realized if I was human I would be shot about thirty times by now. Before I knew it, the gunfire stopped and Bella was standing there with a submachine gun smoking in her hand looking at ten bodies on the floor.

“How many times did you get hit, Garrett?” She laughed.

I looked at what was left of my shirt.

“I guess every time Bella. What about you?”

“Not a scratch to my wardrobe. Try shooting them first. It works well.”

I listened and heard footsteps and heart beats above.

“Since we have announced our presence I suppose we should go say hello to the rest of the occupants.” Bella said with an evil grin.

Bella began walking up the stairs at human speed. She was singing. She was smiling. She was fucking with them. She was having way too much fun. This was like playing a video game in God mode for her. Not much of a challenge but good for stress relief every now and then. What the hell? Was she singing?

“I’ll be coming around the mountain when I come,

I’ll be coming around the mountain when I come,

I’ll be blowing your fucking head off,

“I’ll be blowing your fucking head off,

“I’ll be whacking your fucking mind out when I come.

Hey Tanner! Bella is home, Chief!”

She was laughing now. I hoped this wasn’t a delayed newborn psychotic episode. She was just really enjoying herself. That’s all. I hope…

Two more guards came down. I shot at them. I missed. Fuck that’s embarrassing.

“Really Garrett?” Bella smiled at me while shooting the two guards without looking at them, in their heads.

“I don’t really need guns Bella. We are fucking vampires!”

She giggled and ran up the stairs. Four guards were waiting up stairs. She slashed their throats without stopping. Their blood coated the walls.

“Start searching for a laptop. I will find the safe room.” Yes sir, Sir.

I walked through the rooms and actually found two laptops. I walked into a large bedroom where I smelt Bella’s scent and she had her ear to a wall. I was about to say something when she stuck a hand in my direction. She walked over to one end of the wall and ripped the paneling down revealing a solid steel door.

“Shouldn’t there have been like a book or a lamp you could move that would have just slid the paneling away?” I asked.

“Probably, but I don’t have the patience to look for it.” She grabbed the large door handle and ripped the locking mechanism. Let the CIA figure that one out. The door swung open and I walked in behind her. Inside was a fellow who looked like the picture Jasper texted us of Mr. Steven Tanner. Both he and I were surprised. For different reasons of course.

“You stupid son of a bitch. I can’t believe you stayed here. She told you she was coming. You just lost me ten bucks you fucking asshole!” I yelled. Plus I was going to have to listen to, I told you so, all the way back to the States.

“What are you?” he asked, staring at Bella.

Bella smiled.

“Well,you know who I am. Now what I am, is a little more difficult. It really doesn’t matter. You know who I am, you know what I am capable of and you know that you are in no way prepared for what I am about to do to you. You are going to tell me everything. Then you are going to die. The only question is how much pain you are going to feel before you die.” Bella touched him at a spot on his shoulder before he could take a breath and he collapsed. She threw him over her tiny shoulder which was kind of humorous considering he was about a foot taller than her.

“You get the computers?” She asked.

“Yep.”

“Let’s get back to the building. I want his information. I want to kill him. Then I am going to fuck you like an animal.”

“Sounds like a plan baby.”

BPOV

Garrett and I were in the darkened basement of the building we had started in. Tanner was duct taped to a very uncomfortable wooden chair. I attached electrodes to his balls. I didn’t have a battery to hook them up to but the threat alone would be enough. Give him something to think about. Once Tanner woke up he would be surrounded in darkness. He would only be able to see our outlines once his eyes adjusted to the dark. Then I will have Garrett turn on the lights and let him get a load of my eyes. See how he liked that.

“How long tell he wakes up? How hard did you knock him out? I’m ready to question him.”

“YOU are not going to questions him, Garrett. I am. YOU stand back and look intimidating.”

“YOU never let me have any fun. Not when you were human and apparently not now. I want to question people now too.” Fuck he was pouting.

“Listen baby, when we get a name you can question the next target okay? You can even shoot him if you want.” I kissed him gently on the mouth.

“You promise?”

“Yes baby.”

“Okay. As long as you promise.”

I sat back and enjoyed the silence my promise had procured.

“So what do you miss about being human so far?”

That didn’t last long.

I took a deep breath. He thinks I don’t remember that I don’t need it. It’s actually very calming when he is being annoying. Like now.

“I guess I miss going to the bathroom.” I told him. He always hated listening to me go to the bathroom. He usually stepped outside the house. The cute little wimp.

“What?”

“Yeah. I mean the feeling of relief when I peed. And the quietness when I took a…”

“Please don’t say it. I don’t like to think about that.” He responded, cutting me off.

“Why not? You lived with me long enough. YOU should have gotten used to human bodily functions.”

“How could you possibly miss that?”

“It’s when I got a lot of reading done.”

“Reading? Is that why you took so long in there?” he asked.

“Of course. Why do you think I kept my new copies of Small Arms magazines in there?”

“I thought it was decoration. Reading Bella? I had bullet proof windows installed next to very comfortable window benches with a beautiful view of the river so you could read there. We had a library.”

“Yes, we did. Those were places I read books. Magazines are reserved for the toilet.”

“That’s disturbing.”

“That’s human, Garrett.”

“You don’t realize how long it took for that smell to leave the house. You may have thought it was just the bathroom but baby those scented candles you lit didn’t make a difference to a vampire nose.”

“Hey, you were the one who chose to stalk a human. You deal with it. Now be quiet, please. His breathing pattern has changed. He is waking up.”

“Reading…”

“Garrett, shut up.”

Tanner’s eyes opened. He was squinting in the darkness.

“Hello?”

“Steven Tanner. Section Chief, CIA Cairo office, graduated McCallum High School New York City 1990. Undergrad degree in political science at Yale. Harvard Law School 1997. Joined the CIA after graduation. Rose through the ranks at a pretty standard career ladder. Worked in the Intelligence side of the agency for your entire career, became Section Chief three years ago. You make $82,000 a year. Yet your wife, Yvette lives in a very nice Chateau in France because she can’t stand the heat of Cairo and your 14 year daughter goes to a boarding school in England because your wife can’t apparently stand being a mother any more than you can stand being a father.”

“You must be Isabella Swan?”

“Yes.”

“Do you really think you can get away with this? I’m not some agent handling contacts on the street. I am a fucking section chief of a major outpost. The CIA will never rest until you are dead.”

“I am dead.”

“What?”

“I hacked into your laptops. It wasn’t hard. I am listed as KIA and Kevin Brooks is listed as missing and presumed dead.”

“You should be dead. That idiot I hired…”

“That idiot did what you told him to do. You should have gone for a quick kill. You got greedy. Now here I am and here you are.”

“”You are a killer. I am already dead. You think I haven’t trained to handle torture? Your specialty is murder, not torture. I doubt very seriously that you can break me. So if you want information you are going to have to work with me. Give me something. Guarantee my life will be spared and I will give you the information you want.”

“You think she can’t break you? She broke your operative in 4 hours and barely touched him.” Garrett said.

“Who is that?” Tanner asked.

“That’s Pedro, my assistant. My assistant who is supposed to stand there and shut the fuck up while the adults talk business.” I turned glaring at Garrett. He simply shrugged his shoulders and ran his finger across his lips. My husband. For eternity. Thank God he has a huge cock.

“Now Mr. Tanner. You and I both know you have ridden a desk for your entire career. You never went through torture training. They don’t do that to Ivy League boys. I have already told you that you are going to die. You can’t take the pain I am going to put you through. My life is gone. My handler’s life is gone. I have absolutely nothing to lose. That said, you are right. You do need added incentive. So here it is.

You tell me what I want to know and I will give you my word that I will not torture your daughter to death.”

That caught his attention.

“You wouldn’t. That’s… that’s against the rules. We don’t involve families.”

“Your hit man killed my neighbors. Two of them were young boys. I was very close to them. They were like little brothers to me. That’s against the rules. You ordered my handler to be killed. That’s against the rules. You broke the rules. That means I am no longer playing by the rules. You know what the worst thing for your daughter will be? People like us, we know the torturer wants information. We can end it at any time. All we have to do is give up. She won’t have any information. She won’t understand why this is happening. At least not until right before she dies of shock when I whisper in her ear that this was Daddy’s fault.”

“You fucking bitch. You should be dead.” I motioned for Garrett to hit the portable lights.

The lights came on and I was inches from his face, my red eyes boring into his.

He lost his breath.

“I am dead, you stupid son of a bitch. Death only made me stronger.”

He nearly toppled over his chair trying to get away from me. I took my fingernail and gently scraped it along his forearm, drawing the tiniest line of blood. I touched his blood with my finger and placed my finger in my mouth, sucking. I was glad I had fed an hour ago.

“Delicious Steven. O negative?”

“Those aren’t contacts. You didn’t use explosives to rip the door off. God in Heaven, what are you?

“God has nothing to do with this Steven. Your life is over. What about your daughter?”

“What do you want to know?”

“I know you didn’t order the hit. You were the middle man. Someone has been paying you for years to do their dirty work for them. Someone paid you to have me taken out. I want to know who and I want to know why, in that order.”

“You will leave my daughter alone?”

“I give you my word, Steven.”

“His name is Frank Collins.”

“The leader of the RIRA?”

“RIRA?’ Garrett asked. I took another deep breath.

“Real Irish Republican Army, Pedro.” I responded continuing to star into Tanner’s eyes.

“As opposed to the fake one?”

“Pedro, shut up before you find yourself in this chair. Mr. Tanner. Steven. Why would the leader of the RIRA want me dead?”

“Two years ago. A club in New York. You were stripping. You took…”

“Brady Kern.”

“Yes. You took him to VIP area into a private room and snapped his neck.”

“What about it?”

“He was a protégé of sorts of Frank Collins. Collins looked after the boy since he was an orphan on the street. Collins set him up, trained him, schooled him, fed him. Found him adopted parents who were IRA sympathizers. He was to be the next leader of the RIRA. The CIA found out he was planning a major hit against the English Prime Minister and decided to take him out. They knew he had a thing for skinny girls with small breasts and…”

“Wait, what? I got sent to be a stripper because I had small breasts?” Damn it, this shit was getting old.

“Yeah. Why else? Don’t get me wrong. I saw the video of you. Fabulous body. Very slim. Your breasts fit you perfectly. Very firm and round but let’s face it. You aren’t exactly huge in that department.”

“What do you think of them now, Tanner?” I growled.

“Bella… focus.” Pedro… I mean Garret whispered behind me. He was right. Focus.

“Don’t answer that. So what? Collins was mad so he went after the hitter. Why not go after the one who ordered it?”

“He did. That guy is dead now. Tortured last year. He gave up the name Kevin Brooks. I had a friend in DC that I told, I suspected Kevin Brooks of running his own operations. He followed Kevin Brooks for a year. Nothing. But we had the video feed of your face in the strip club. After a year of searching my people finally found you on a Pentagon security feed that had accidentally missed being destroyed. We searched Army records. Nothing. Then we went through photos. A security badge matching your face was issued to an Isabella Swan, five years ago for the Pentagon. Three months later the security badge was deactivated. We figured you wouldn’t be far from Brooks. We checked every home under the name Swan or Isabella or Bella. My friend checked them all. His idea was to find you, follow you, and see if you did any hits on your own. He finally found you. I offered my assistance. He trusted me. I found nothing in your background. Brooks did well hiding you. But I finally had your address. My man watched you for a week. He was then supposed to kill you. Once you were dead, he sent me a photo, I gave it to Collins and he paid me. It wasn’t easy. It took a while. But we are the CIA, Bella. You can’t hide from the CIA forever.”

“Except now I am dead and nobody is looking right?”

“Yes.” Tanner closed his eyes. I stood up.

“Head or heart Tanner?”

“What are you using?”

“Beretta 9 mm.”

“Head please.”

The sound of the gun echoed in the room. He only jerked once. He was dead when I pulled the trigger. I turned to Garrett who was standing in the corner watching me.

“So uh, you want to have sex now?” he asked. Good lord he already has an erection.

“No. We can have sex on the jet. I need to call Hale again. I need to find where Collins is hiding. He is going to be harder to find. When Tanner is discovered missing or dead he is going to go further underground. We are heading to Ireland.”

Jasper POV

“So how do you think we should handle this visit Jasper?” Esme asked.

“Don’t push her. For God’s sake don’t hug her. And do not apologize for leaving her. She really doesn’t give a shit and if you keep bringing it up it will annoy her.”

“The visit may be soon, Jasper.” Emmett said, running in with a smile.

“Why is that Em?”

“You told me to keep track of news in Egypt. Newsflash just came across the net. Apparently the home of CIA section chief Steven Tanner was hit tonight. 18 guards dead and he has been kidnapped. Two terrorist organizations have claimed responsibility but no one believes them. They are too small to handle something like this. Apparently two of the guard were found in dumpsters on the side of the building he lived in. Fragments in the dumpsters and the in the burned remains show the bodies were blown up with grenades inside the dumpsters. Now why would someone do that?” Emmett couldn’t stop grinning.

“Because Bella and Garrett wanted a bite to eat before they went in and disposed of the bodies with grendades.” I smiled.

“18 dead?” Esme looked horrified.

“I asked Bella once how many people she had killed. She told me that whatever I thought it was, it was more. Esme you are going to have to accept her as she is. If you really want to be in her life, you are going to have to accept that she is a killer. Can all of you do that?”

No one said a word. Rose was nodding her head in the affirmative and smiling. Emmett still grinning. Alice and Esme looked deep in thought. Edward looked in pain. Carlisle… don’t get me started.

“Yes, Jasper. She is worth it. I can accept it.” Esme finally said.

“Me too, Jasper.”

My phone rang and I smiled.

‘Hello little Nikita. I see by the internet chatter that your vacation in Egypt went well. Who are you after next?”

“Hello Snap Happy. I need to know where Frank Collins, leader of the Real Irish Republican Army, is holed up.”

Damn. That was going to…

“Bella he isn’t exactly a public figure. That is going to take some time and resources.”

“Luckily I have both. We will be in Dublin doing conducting our own search. Let me know what you come up with when you can.”

This was mean. I really shouldn’t do this. But if she was in my boots, I have no doubt she would do the same exact thing.

“Listen Bella, screw the hotel. I have a house there. Nice place. Out in the country. You and Garrett can relax there. Be yourselves there. Practice vampire skills, that sort of thing. Go hang out at my place and I will call you with what I find. It could take a few days. Maybe a week.”

“Sounds good Jazzy. Give me the address.”

I gave her the address and told her what tree the key was hidden in. I hung up the phone and smiled.

“So everybody? Who is up for a trip to Ireland to see Bella?”