Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Spy Games

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 04:

Spy Journal Week 1

Dear Spy Journal,

Uncle Dodo insists I update you weekly so here I am, sitting in my closet on an uncomfortable stool, typing a useless summary of my week on a top secret supercomputer that is stored inside my closet wall. My life sucks. I am seriously doubting if I want to be in the CIA or Majestic 12 or any other fucking spy organization after college. This crap has its moments of excitement but those appear to be coming to a halt. I am supposed to be finding information about what exactly the target, that can apparently enter my room at night silently and leave just as silently, is. Unfortunately said target has stopped speaking to me once again. I try to start conversations in biology and he refuses to speak to me. He is my damn lab partner and he won’t speak to me. Instead he just completes the lab before I have a chance to look at the assignment and stares out the window the rest of the time.

Even more unfortunate for myself, is that every other person in the school has paid serious attention to me since the accident. Tyler won’t leave me alone, apologizing one moment and asking to take me out the other. Why would I go out with a guy who nearly crushed me? Is he that clueless? Even if I was straight why go on a date with the one guy I know for a fact cannot drive worth a shit?

If Tyler were my only problem, I would simply kill him and hide his body in the massive forest that surrounds this little town. I must have a license to kill, right? That is part of the package. It’s not like Uncle Dodo is going to have me arrested for murder and blow my carefully constructed cover.

Okay I have never actually killed anyone but I imagine it can’t be different than being a virgin, right? You gotta pop your cherry at some point and he would be a good candidate for that little milestone. That reminds me of Charity. God the things she could do with her fingers were magic.

Lost focus for a minute. I’m back now.

In addition to Tyler harassing me, Mike Newton and Eric York or Yorkie or some crap like that, have been stalking me to the point that I could probably file criminal charges.

I swear I am close to throwing Jessica against a wall, ripping her shirt open, grabbing one of her huge breasts and shoving my tongue down her throat just to get them to leave me alone.

Who am I kidding? They would want me even more after that. Plus, I have been known to turn straight girls to my way of thinking and I would simply have another stalker. Speaking of, Lauren is being so rude to me that she is actually beginning to turn me on. Same with the blonde Rosalie Hale. I still watch the aliens at lunch but they have stopped even looking in my direction. All except Rosie. She gives me such a look of contempt that I imagine the hate sex we would have would be epic. A little growing, some gentle or not so gentle biting, me with a whip, handcuffs, yelling how much we hate each other in between kisses while we grind our sweaty naked bodies together. Yeah, it could totally happen.

I should probably delete that last part considering this is an official top secret government document.

Fuck it, Uncle Dodo will just have to deal.

Spy journal week 2

This week is no different than last week, except for one little mistake. I have betrayed my closest friend and ally. It was a complete accident but I am not sure if she will ever forgive me.

My best friend, my only true friend, a girl I consider a sister, called me. Arial finally bugged her father, who was away on an extended assignment, to give her my phone number. She knew I was in Forks but was very confused as to why I decided to move in with my father.

She asked me if I had gotten over my tom boy phase and was ready to come back to Arizona to live with her. I had to tell her no. Uncle Jack was listening in of course since I had the phone up to my left ear. He was so quiet I am ashamed to say I forgot he could hear the conversation. I should have moved the phone to my right ear. It was a huge mistake.

Arial then gave me the good news. With her father and Sasha gone, she was able to easily sneak away from Dan Hawk and had finally lost her virginity.

I was about to congratulate her until I froze. I heard a choking sound and then cursing. I heard Sasha in the back ground trying to calm Uncle Dodo down. I heard Uncle Jack break something, probably a table. I heard the cursing of Dan Hawk’s name. I had never felt sorry for Dan before, but I knew what Uncle Jack was capable of. He trained me. He was a dangerous individual and I had a feeling that some poor teenage boy and Dan Hawk were in for a world of hurt.

Arial did not understand why I wasn’t congratulating her.

Two days later and several secrecy agreements signed, Arial was living with Uncle Jack and Sasha in whatever house they had in Forks. Since Arial would not be able to keep her thoughts to herself, she was being home schooled.

Her life was over. I asked Sasha Thursday night if I could speak to Arial.

Sasha sadly informed me that Arial did not want to speak to me at this time.

This mission has been tragic. I have lost my style, lost my life, I haven’t had sex in nearly six months and I have lost my best friend.

Every night I locked my window and every night it was locked in the morning; however I couldn’t shake the feeling that Edward was in my room. Little things caught my attention. A drawer was closed that I had left slightly open the night before.

My underwear drawer. Pervert.

How that fucker was able to unlock my window from the outside and lock it from the outside confounded me. I suppose if he left out the front door at night, he wouldn’t have to relock my window from the outside but surely Charlie would notice if the door was unlocked, right? Unfortunately I found the kitchen door has a push button lock. Cullen could simply open the door, push the button and it would lock behind him.

Apparently cloud cover plus darkness made satellites useless in watching my window, especially with the tree next to it. I tried to talk Charlie into cutting down the tree. His response was he didn’t like the idea of someone being able to look into my window unimpeded.

I hate my life.

Spy journal week 3

Arial is still not speaking to me. Uncle Jack still won’t shut up. He blames me for Eddie’s silence. I’m not being alluring enough.

I remind him that his little tattooed princess is no longer a blushing virgin.

I will admit the three stalkers I have are making my job more difficult. I have wanted to snap their necks so often I am afraid I will give into my deadly urges. Sasha recommended that I focus on burying my emotions and facial expressions to help me stay in character. This week I have spent countless hours in front of the mirror, practicing the blankest look I can imagine. Sasha has told me dirty jokes and I have not cracked a smile. She has told me tragic stories involving puppies and my face remains the same. I have also worked on speaking in a completely neutral tone at all times. This way I will not overreact to the idiocy I see around me or overreact and give in to the violent impulses I feel every time one of the desperate three try to speak to me.

Eddie still won’t speak. I still have a feeling he is still coming in my room. At least entering my room. I hope to God he isn’t coming. I nearly caught him last night. I think.

I was woken by a slight sound and immediately reached for the butcher knife I keep under my pillow. The window was closed but on closer inspection it was not locked this time and the curtains were swaying a bit.

This was getting scary. I did not like the idea that he could reach me at any time. I haven’t been sleeping well. On the bright side, my constant sleeplessness has helped me maintain the blank look on my face and monotone voice I have been perfecting. I have gotten so good at this I am afraid my face will never show any emotion again.

Spy journal week 4

I am considering a halfhearted cry for help suicide attempt to force Charlie to send me away. It wouldn’t take much. It should be simple. Just a few shallow cuts to my wrist, not deep enough to cause any lasting scarring or damage. I may just find a time Charlie would come home and walk in on me with a razor blade hovering over my wrist. That should do it.

No.

He would probably think I was trying to shave my wrist for some reason. I love him but for a cop he can be really clueless at times.

I am trapped here. There is no escape and my target, the alien I need to find out information on, still refuses to speak to me. I have stopped trying as well, using my blank zombie face to stare ahead and ignore him as he has perfected ignoring me.

If I can’t make any progress soon, I am going rogue. I will discover Jack’s hideout, break Arial free, hope she forgives me and the two of us are leaving the US. We can make it as strippers in Brazil. Escorts in Greece. Waitresses in France. I don’t really give a fuck as long as I can see the sun more than once a month.

The sun did give me one clue that may mean nothing. It was sunny last Monday and the Cullen collective did not show up to school. Other than Edward’s week long absence after he first met me, this was the first time any of them had missed school. Jessica let it be known that every time it was sunny, Dr. and Mrs. Cullen would pull the teens from school and take them hiking. That was absolute bullshit.

I have seen the way these wannabe fashion models dress. No way those pretty aliens are hiking around the great outdoors getting sweaty and possibly causing wrinkles in their immaculate clothes.

No, those fuckers were hiding from the sun for some reason. I couldn’t imagine why. I would say they were vampires but come on. I know it is cloudy all the time but there is still daylight and any self-respecting vampire would burn up in the sun. Plus what vampire would live forever, have tons of money and voluntarily go to high school over and over again? That would be stupid.

No they were definitely aliens. I even knew where they came from. They were from the planet whogivesafuck. It was orbited by the moon called getmethefuckoutofhere.

I’m going to go to bed. If Eddie wants to kill me in my sleep I don’t even care. At least I could get some rest. I hope I dream of Candy. Renee sent me a text with a photo of her. Renee wasn’t lying. She did have the cutest little perky ass.

I hate my life.

End of Spy Journal entries for the month of February.

Oh God, if I didn’t get a good night’s sleep soon, I didn’t know what I would do. Part of me considered putting some sort of noise makers under my window but I didn’t. If he can dodge a lamp and be in and out of my window quicker than I could see and stop a sliding van with his bare hands, it would probably be best if I didn’t wake up. What would I say? Stand still while I stab you please?

I could tell in the parking lot that school would be a nightmare today. Mike was the first one to clue me in.

“Hey Bella.”

“Morning Mike.”

“Hey uh… there is a school dance coming up in a couple weeks. I was wondering if you wanted to go. With me?”

Fuck off.

“In two weeks? I’m going to Seattle in two weeks.”

“Oh. Couldn’t you go some other time?”

Yep.

“Nope, I already made plans plus I don’t really like dancing”… with boys… “I’m kind of a klutz.”… that can perform a one armed handstand.

“Oh, that’s cool. I guess. It sucks that you can’t go.”

“Hey, you should ask Jessica. I know she really wants to go with you.”

She has self-esteem issues.

“Really? Yeah maybe I will. Talk to you later Bella.”

Mike walked off, looking like I just took his testicles away. I suppose in a way I did. Still what could he do? This blank face thing I have going on makes it impossible to tell if I am being sarcastic or sincere. I was really beginning to love it.

The day passes by in typical mind numbing fashion. I wasn’t even asked to participate in gym any longer. Three weeks ago I executed a perfect spike, striking Coach Clapp’s head two courts to my left.

Coach Clapp. God, I bet he took a lot of shit for that name, growing up.

At biology I was so shocked, I almost didn’t register what happened.

The great Gap Model God himself, Edward Cullen, deemed me worthy enough to speak to.

“I’m sorry. I know I’m being very rude but it’s better this way… really.”

I know the feeling.

“I’m sorry? I don’t know what you mean.” I told him using my perfect monotone voice.

“It’s better if we are not friends. Trust me.”

Trust you? You rifled through my underwear drawer. You were probably sniffing them you freaky little pervert.

That was the extent of my conversation with Eddie for the day but it was the most progress I had made in weeks.

On the way out of school, Eric stopped me in the parking lot.

“Hey Bella, I was wondering if…”

“Heading to Seattle that weekend, no I can’t reschedule, I’m a major klutz, have fun without me.”

I kept walking. Reaching the truck that I hadn’t figured out how to total without getting myself killed in the process, I attempted to back up only to be blocked in by a shiny fucking Volvo. That was another reason my vampire theory was shot down. What fucking vampire would drive a Volvo?

Still there was my favorite alien, preventing me from leaving.

I damn near broke my stony facade when Tyler was at my window. I rolled it down slowly hoping he would get tired of waiting and go away.

“Yes Tyler?”

“Hey, I was wondering if you want to go to the dance with me in a couple weeks.”

“I’m going to Seattle that weekend.” I answered automatically. Sasha was right. Retreating to my hard as nails Zen like state kept me from being over emotional and wanting to kill. Okay I still wanted to kill but it kept others from figuring that out.

“I heard.”

“Then why are you asking?”

“I was hoping that was just something you were telling the other guys to blow them off.”

And you thought I was just waiting to blow you, is that it Tyler?

“No, it’s true. I won’t be in Forks. I have to go.”

I rolled up my window and looked in my mirror to see if that asshole had moved his car. If not, I planned to crush it.

He was laughing. That fucker was laughing. There was no one in front of him. He stopped behind me to give Tyler a chance to talk to me.

Edward Cullen must die. He had gone from rudeness to indifference to outright fucking with me. My original mission parameters had now changed. I know longer wanted to just know what he was. I wanted to know how to kill him.

Uncle Dodo was excited that night of course. He wasn’t the one having a sleep study conducted at night by a freak.

After my nightly workout, I stacked boxes from my move in front of my window. I had to get some sleep. It was imperative to my sanity. Inside the boxes I placed some plates that Charlie had yet to clean from the dinner I fake cooked tonight of blackened red fish with green beans and creamed corn, along with a few clean dishes in the bottom boxes. Let Edward sneak past that.

The next morning I felt much better until I moved the boxes. The boxes on top with the clean plates had been moved to the bottom. Oh well, at least he didn’t kill me. It may be time to accidentally break that window and board it up. It was long past time.

“He talked to you yesterday. See if you can build on it today.”

“Good morning, Uncle Asshole.”

“What happened to Dodo?”

“You narced me out to my best friend, destroyed her life and she still refuses to speak to me. Your code name is asshole until she speaks to me and accepts my apology. I did nothing different yesterday and I will do nothing different today. The more I go after this guy the more he seems to ignore me. Just shut the hell up today and let me do my job. By the way that asshole still snuck into my room last night. Why the hell don’t you have that giant waste of space watching my window since he can’t watch your daughter worth a shit?”

“Cullen might read his mind if he gets to close.”

“So you are willing to risk my life? Besides we both know nothing is going on in Hawk’s mind.”

“He hasn’t killed you, has he?”

“No, he just sniffs my underwear. That isn’t the behavior of an obsessed serial killer at all.”

“You’re still alive, aren’t you?”

“Fine, whatever asshole. Just stay out of my ear today no matter what happens. I am determined to have a good day and forget you are there, forget it is raining, and forget I live in Forks.”

Without another word I trudged through my morning routine, checked to make sure my blank face was intact, picked two shirts and a faded pair of jeans along with a pair of white Sketchers and threw a flannel shirt on top of it. Yep, I was ready to face the day.

As soon as I was out of my truck, I was thrown my first curve ball of the day.

Edward fucking Cullen was waiting for me.

“Morning Edward.” I said carefully.

“Good morning, Bella.”

“What can I do for you?”

“I heard you say yesterday you were going to Seattle in two weeks. I was wondering if you wanted a ride?”

“With who?”

“With me of course.”

Hell no, freak.

“Sure. That sounds okay.” I told him, doing my best to sound confused. Unfortunately my monotone voice was stuck. I would have to take acting classes to ever show any real emotion again.

“Great. We can take my car.”

A Volvo? Yeah, I don’t think so. Life may have beaten me down but not that much. I would rather drive the car bomb than ride in that thing.

“We can take my truck.”

“I doubt your truck can make the trip on one tank of gas Bella.”

That’s right, you are driving a family car. You probably get thirty miles a gallon you fucking bitch.

“Fine, whatever. I’m a bit confused. Didn’t you say you didn’t want to be friends?”

“I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be. But I am tired of staying away from you Bella.”

Really? Since we are buddies how bout you let me watch you sleep some night? Of course being an alien you probably sleep in some oxygen chamber or pod of some sort.

At lunch time I was asked to a group gathering with the idiot’s army table.

“Bella, you have got to come to the beach with us. We are heading to La Push.” Eric mentioned.

“What is La Push?”

“Indian Reservation ten miles away. Your friend Jacob and his father live there. What the hell is wrong with your memory?” Jack asked.

“It’s the Indian Reservation not far from here. We were going to have a bonfire on the beach and just hang out.” Angela told me sweetly. It would be so easy to seduce her. Her boyfriend Ben is more of a waste of space than Hawk is. He just kind of sits there and never says a word, beating even me in the blank face department.

“Yeah La Push. It’s La…

“Shut the hell up Eric.”

Oh shit. Did I say that out loud? Everyone was looking at me in shock. I guess I did.

“I mean I will go if you stop saying that.” I told Eric.

Now every was smiling. Excellent. The blank face and monotone voice have saved me once again.

“Oh my God.” Jessica whispered. Someone must have pulled their dick out.

“Edward Cullen is sitting alone and looking this way Bella.”

I turned and saw his highness was indeed sitting apart from his court today. I caught his eyes and he beckoned me over with a finger.

No he did not. What am I, a fucking dog?

Shoot the finger at him or walk over like a good little bitch?

Swallow your pride Bella, if you have any left. Your only hope of leaving this place and having a decent senior year is to find out everything you can about him.

“Are you going to go over there?” Jess whispered.

“Hell yes, you are.” Jack whispered.

“I suppose I should see what he wants.”

I sat down across from him and regarded him curiously.

“I’m confused. Yesterday you say it was better if we weren’t friends. Today you offer me a ride to Seattle and now you are actually wanting to speak with me at lunch. What has changed?”

“I suppose you could say I am tired of being good.”

“Good?” sneaking into my room at night is good?

“Yes. I was wondering if you were still having thoughts as to how I saved you from the van?”

You didn’t save me you fucking asshole.

Deep breath. Go with it, Bella.

“A few.” you’re an alien.

“I would love to hear your theories.”

“I have thought…” what have I thought of besides alien? “maybe you were bitten by a radioactive spider?”

That’s Spiderman or boy or something. He had super strength, right? Sure he did.

“You are talking about super hero stuff. What if I’m not the hero? What if I’m the villain?”

Villains do not dress like you or drive Volvos.

“You’re saying your dangerous?”

Okay, he does have freaky strength and speed plus he can apparently read minds. I will give him some credit. Draw him in, Mata Hari. No wait, she got shot. Bad example.

Edward nodded. He apparently agreed that he was dangerous.

“But not bad. I don’t believe you are bad.”

It wasn’t a lie. I’m a bad ass and I don’t need any of the powers he has.

“You’re wrong.”

Fine, he thinks he is a bad ass. Go with it Bella.

I ate my lunch in silence while looking at his plate.

“Not hungry?”

“I’m on a special diet.”

I bet he eats kittens. I didn’t bother asking why the hell he got the food in the first place.

The lunch bell finally rang, putting an end to this awkward lunch.

“Well, I guess I will see you in biology.” I offered.

“I won’t be in class today.”

“Where are you going to be?”

“I will be… skipping class. You should try it sometime. It is very liberating.”

You have no idea what liberation is.

“I think I will go there anyway. See you tomorrow I guess.”

I completed my mentally deadening homework during gym and watched Eddie and family on the other side. He caught me and smiled. I suppose he really was tired of being good. I did my best to smile back, breaking the stony facade of my face, to the point it hurt.

I walked to biology when I was interrupted by the little annoying voice in my ear. I swear I was going to have schizophrenia when this assignment was done. I would hear voices forever.

“You need to find out why he is skipping this class. His family arrived with him. He is in his car and they aren’t there. He is obviously staying.”

“What do you expect me to do?”

“I don’t care. Improvise.”

Walking into the classroom, I saw a bit of a surprise.

We were doing blood typing today. Cool. I can prick my damn finger, slide some blood on and get the hell out of here.

Unfortunately there were not enough needles so I would have to wait. Time to play the damsel in distress.

“I feel sick, Mr. Banner.”

Yes, I had taken the time to learn his name. After discovering the coach was named Clapp, I was hoping for something as entertaining like Syphilis or Herpes. I was disappointed. Just straight up Banner.

“There is always one in every class that faints at the sight of blood.” he said with a chuckle. I bet you would faint when you saw the blood pouring from your throat fucker.

“I’ll help Bella to the nurse, Mr. Banner.” Mike offered.

Fine, no problem. I would slap his brachial artery, drag his body to the Janitor’s closet and head out to the parking lot.

Once we were outside of class, I prepared to strike when I was stopped by the voice of my hero.

“I will take her, Mike. Go back to class.”

Before I could process this information, I found myself scooped up in Edward’s arms. What the hell was this?

I went with it. Be a stone Bella and act a little sick. How to do this? I would close my eyes. It was the best sick look I could manage since my face had frozen weeks ago.

I lay on a cot while Edward explained to the nurse what was going on. Then he sat by me. Yay me.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yes. The smell of blood makes me sick.”

“Humans can’t smell blood.”

We can’t. Wait did he just say humans?

“He just admitted he wasn’t human.” Jack whispered in my ear. No shit, thanks for the commentary. He would probably get a raise out of this. Me? I was up to $500 dollars pilfered from Charlie.

“Well… I can.”

“Let me take you home.”

“I have my truck here.”

“No, I insist. Alice can bring your truck to your house after school.”

Well since you insist. Still the idea of the little girl trying to reach the gas pedal while shifting from the column made my heart pitter patter. She would be so cute.

“Okay. I guess it would be best.”

He certainly knew where I lived.

Once in the car, to my surprise Edward continued to chat.

“So tell me about your mother.”

She’s a bitch who let me come here without so much as a second thought. When I make it to Florida, I will make her pay. I will take photos of her cheating on Phil and black mail her. She will be my slave.

“She’s sweet if a bit eccentric, very spiritual. What about your family? I’m an only child. It must be interesting living with so many siblings.”

“Yes, it is. So why did she get married to this Phil?”

“I don’t know. I guess she wanted to travel and he offered her the opportunity. He is a nice guy I suppose.”

For a guy. I honestly don’t see how straight women do it. Constantly having a sweaty hairy body rolling them around, lying on top thrusting a hot dick inside them and making a mess. Give me a beautiful blonde with a strap on any day.

“What about you? Have you had any boyfriends?” Eddie asked.

“Nope.” Finally a question I could answer honestly.

“You seem very understanding of your mother’s choices. What about her? Would she be accepting of anyone you dated?”

Of course she would. She was so excited when I announced at the tender age of 14 that I was attracted to women. She was bouncing at the idea that she could march in gay pride parades. She did love her causes. I myself would not march anywhere. I don’t want to get married ever and marching would ruin my heels. She certainly loved Charity, then Susan, then the one I believe was named Anya, though I’m not sure if that was her real name nor did I care. She never got to know Tanya that well since Tanya only visited when we both had an itch to scratch hard.

“Yes, I don’t believe she would have a problem with anyone I dated. She is very open minded.” Understatement of the Century.

We arrived home and Edward walked me to the door. He even said goodbye before he left.

“Finally. After all this time you have drawn him in. Good job Phoenix.”

“I’m not fucking him, Jack. Get that idea out of your head.”

“Honestly Bella, that hurts that you would think I expect that from you.”

“Just making sure we are on the same page, Dodo.”

I continued to sit with Edward during lunch where he bombarded me with questions about me and evaded questions about himself. I told so many lies I would need Jack to keep up with them. I really was becoming a full fledge spy. I even told him my favorite color was brown. Made that little tidbit up without a second thought and he bought it.

On Friday, I asked him to hang out at the beach with me tomorrow.

“What beach?”

“First Beach in La Push.”

“I don’t really like that beach.”

“Why not?”

“It’s very crowded.”

Uh huh. Something told me there was more to this story than he was letting on. He was definitely nervous. I suppose would get my answers this weekend.

“Could you do me a favor? I don’t mean to offend you but you seem be one of those people who attracts danger like a magnet. So… try not to fall into the ocean or get ran over by anything… okay?”

I stumbled purposely once a day at random times. That did not mean I was accident prone. Still, a van did do its best to crush me so I could see why he would say that. It just meant I was good at my job.

If he was so worried, he must not be planning on following. I wonder why?

I suppose I would get my answers in La Push.