Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Spy Games

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 06:

I woke up Sunday morning as the sun was rising.

I was woke up Sunday morning by my asshole uncle and pushed out of his house as the sun was rising with a massive hangover so any vampires returning to town wouldn’t see me at his lovely home. Of course he let Arial sleep in.

Despite the absurdly early hour, Charlie was of course, fishing again. It is becoming abundantly clear as to why he has never remarried. I always thought it was because he wouldn’t get over Renee. Apparently, it was because he has a fish fetish.

I passed out on my bed only to rise again an hour later with an incredibly dry mouth. After downing some water I rested again for an hour before stumbling to the bathroom and praying to the porcelain god for a bit. Brushing my teeth, I tried to sleep again.

I actually managed to start a dream. I was on a beach laying over a beautiful girl who I had only seen through pictures Renee had texted me. I leaned down to kiss her and when I opened my eyes Edward Cullen was under me.

I screamed and woke up, sitting up in bed so quickly I nearly became sick again.

“Bella! Are you okay?!”

“Yeah Uncle Jack. Just a nightmare.”

“Oh… you kept saying candy over and over again and then you screamed. Are you hungry? Want some candy when the cook comes over later? By the way you are having grilled salmon for dinner if Charlie asks what you are cooking.”

“Okay, thanks. I think… I probably need to get up. Get some work done. Get my workout in.”

“You are feeling up to working out?”

“Yep. I haven’t had a chance to run in a while. You said the yuppie vampires are out of town, right?”

“Yeah but no one in town needs to see you walking without tripping much less running.”

“No worries. I got my trail shoes. I will head out the backyard and run through the woods.”

“You sure that is a good idea? There have been a lot of animal attacks in the surrounding area. Some guy got killed fifty miles away from Forks yesterday.”

“I’m not planning on running fifty miles Jack. I can’t stay in shape on body weight exercises. I need my cardio.”

He did have a good point though. I walked out the front and took the .45 from under my driver’s seat, placing it in my backpack along with a water bottle, towel and a phone I probably wouldn’t be able to get any signal on. Tightening the shoulder straps and wrapping the bottom strap around my waist I took off.

The terrain was a bit rugged, quite a bit of dips and small rises. With no trail I had to improvise my own. I admit it was a bit spooky. The giant trees pretty much knocked out what little sunlight managed to peek through the cloud cover and it became darker the farther in I ran.

After twenty minutes I dropped my pack and pulled a bottle of water out, resting a bit on the forest floor and rehydrating. I had worked up a decent sweat and probably should have traversed about 3 miles, based on my pace, considering the winding path I had to take.

“Hey Dodo?”

“Yes Phoenix?”

“Have you done any research on vampires?”

“I’ve been looking all morning while you were passed out. Basic stuff, nothing about vampires being called cold ones. I did find a book about Quileute legends at a book store in Port Angeles.”

“I doubt the book would have anything useful. John said it was a tribal secret. Why would there be a book about cold ones if they are a big tribal secret?”

“That’s a good point. If it’s a big tribal secret then there is no way it should be written about in a book. That wouldn’t make any sense. By the way his name is Jake.”

“Whose name?”

“John. The stick figure kid? His name is Jake. Remembering names is an important part of ops.”

“If he was important, I would remember his name.”

Since Jack had no response, I took it as agreement and began pushups and then stomach crunches and reverse crunches. I grabbed a fallen branch that had a bit of weight to it and did squats until my legs burnt. After that I tried to practice the Krav Maga techniques and Judo moves Jack had taught me but without him or Arial to spar with it seemed kind of pointless. I thought of target practice but I wasn’t sure if Jack knew that Arial had armed me last night and I really didn’t want to attract his or any hiker’s attention.

I decided to head back and clean the house and cook dinner. I made it back with time to spare allowing me to shower before the maid showed up and then the delivery man with dinner. He placed the dishes in the oven and the sides on the stove top and left as the maid was leaving.

Right on time Mr. Predictable arrived from his Sunday fishing trip and gave me a hug, complimenting the great meal I prepared and how clean the house was.

“I don’t mind Dad. It’s the least I can do.”

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to Bella but I do appreciate it.”

“It is no problem Dad.” I told him quietly, stone face cracking a small smile but never meeting his eyes. He really was so easy to live with. I just wished he lived in Florida.

Charlie went into the living room and watched some Sunday Night Football game, while I retired to my room, to conduct my own research.

I first tried my favorite website, Roommates at Play. What the fuck?

“Seriously Jack? You blocked porn sites from my computer?”

“Use the dial up for that shit.”

“That fossil on my desk and dial up modem is not fast enough to play videos.”

“Sounds like your problem. Use your imagination. I’m heading to bed. I probably shouldn’t tell you this but Sasha will be listening in tonight. Sweet dreams princess.”

I said nothing. The fucker blocked my only release. He was right though; I did have a hell of an imagination.

My phone buzzed and I saw I had a text from my homegirl.

/I feel like I got hit in the head by a wrecking ball. How are you feeling?/

/I worked out today lightweight./

/I’m never drinking again/

Yeah right.

/Next weekend?/

/Damn straight/

/Your Dad in bed?/

/No he is in the hot tub on the back porch. Guess u didn’t get to see it before you left./

/That FUCKER has a hot tub?/

/ Yeah. I may take dip before I go back to bed. Home schooling kind of sucks but I guess I get to sleep in every day. Have fun at school tomorrow/

/I hate u/

/Love U2 ;)/

The next morning I was woken by Charlie’s incredibly loud alarm. Thank God he didn’t eat breakfast at home. It would be tricky getting delivery in the morning before he left. I suppose he would have to make do with toast or cereal. I tried scrambling eggs once and it turned into some sort of yellow gelatinous mess. Renee and I decided we would eat IHOP from that point on.

To my chagrin it was sunny outside. Normally I would worship the sun but this would mean Eddie would not be at school today. I needed to continue to worm my way into his life, if I ever had any hope of getting out of here.

School was school. The Cullens hid from the sun once again. Obviously, sunlight didn’t kill them, or they wouldn’t risk coming out at all during the day. I wondered what direct sunlight did do to them that they avoided it so much.

At lunch I managed to tune into the mind numbing conversation around me long enough to realize someone was asking me a question.

“What?”

“Jessica, Lauren and I are going to Port Angeles today to look at dresses for the dance and then have dinner at an Italian Restaurant and we were wondering if you wanted to ride with us?” Angela asked again.

She was still wearing the glasses. Of course going to dress shop with them may give me the opportunity to help Angela in the dressing room. The fact that I wanted to fuck her told me it was probably time to wrap this mission up so I can get back to civilization.

Port Angeles huh? Couldn’t hurt to take a look. I doubt there was really a book about tribal secrets but it couldn’t hurt to take the trip.

“Yeah sounds good. I’m in.”

“I’m out.” Lauren said quickly.

Bitch. She fucking wants me so bad; she just won’t admit it. It doesn’t matter. From what I have overheard about her sex life the size of strap on I would have to use would be epic.

Jack actually left me alone for the rest of the day. I went a day with no voices and Rosalie Cullen, Hale, whatever the fuck her name was, glaring at me while I fantasized about different condiments, I would lick off different parts of her body. At this point even the tiny one was looking better and better every day.

I called Charlie and let him know he would be eating pizza or at the diner tonight. He of course didn’t mind. I don’t see how he lived before I started fake cooking him dinner. He must have eaten at that diner every night when he wasn’t eating some sort of fried fish. One of the few bright spots in this mission is I have probably added a few years to my Dad’s life expectancy.

After another exciting day of being intellectually challenged at Forks High we were off. I sat in the back because I really didn’t want to stare at Angela’s legs or Jessica’s breasts. I was getting an itch and had no one but myself to scratch it. I was becoming very frustrated. A trip to a club in Seattle may be in order to relieve my frustration and help me focus.

“So Bella how many dances did you go to in Phoenix?” Jessica asked.

Only rave clubs where my half naked sweaty body pressed against an equally half naked beautiful woman, surrounded by thousands of other bodies, rubbing together, hands roaming… focus Bella.

“I’ve never been to a dance.”

“Never? Have you ever had a boyfriend?” Angela asked.

“Nope.” I loved that question. I could answer with complete honestly. My confession quieted them and I was left alone for the rest of the ride.

I was very disappointed at the dress shop. The fitting rooms were too small for two people to be in. Angela desperately tried to find a dress that gave her cleavage and Jessica desperately tried to find a dress that showcased every bit of her cleavage but didn’t make her look like a whore.

She was falling miserably.

“What do you think of these Bella?” Angela asked.

“I think they look great.” I lied.

“You’ve said that about the last three dresses.” Jessica correctly observed because I wouldn’t be caught dead in any of them.

“I liked them all I guess.”

“You’re not really into this, are you Bella?” Angela asked so sadly. Let me in that dressing room Angela and I will show you how into it I am.

“I just really wanted to check out this bookstore. I can meet you guys at the restaurant?”

“Sure, see you then.” Jessica agreed, quickly dismissing me. Did she like me or not? I’ve never seen anyone give off more mixed signals than she did. I would bet she was like that with everyone. She is probably a pit bull. Very loyal friend but you never know when the dog might turn around and bite you. Unfortunately for her I wasn’t afraid to bite back and my bite hurt much worse than hers.

Using the GPS on my ancient I Phone 6 I found the bookstore rather easily. The clerk was very helpful. I opened the book and sure enough… Quileute legends and the cold ones. Wow. Big secret John… Jake.

Using my own pilfered grocery money that Jack would be refunding me, I bought the book and walked out, not excited about the company at dinner but looking forward to a meal I didn’t have to fake cook.

It was dark outside as I began my five minute stroll to the Italian restaurant, already thinking of a Chicken Parmesan and garlic bread, to hopefully ensure Edward Cullen did not try to kiss me in my sleep.

Then I saw them.

Two guys who were staring at me from across the street as I walked out. I moved and they shadowed me on the other side.

Thank God. Men I could kick the shit out of. One was on his phone.

“There are two on the other side of the alley to your right. They are waiting but if you keep moving straight forward, I doubt they will come down the alley and join up with their two friends.”

“Watching me Jack?”

“I got you. Just relax and avoid the… damn it Bella.”

The two guys walked across the street heading straight for me. I turned right and ran through the alley.

On the other side were two smiling dicks waiting for me.

I stopped and tried to shift my stone facade into a look of fear. It was difficult.

My two stalkers walked out from the alley and I was soon surrounded.

“Where you going little girl?”

“I was looking for your two friends, so we could all party.” I told him.

That shut all of them up.

“You want to… party?”

“Oh I’m going to party. I doubt you assholes are going to have much fun. Could you give me a moment to set up my phone so I can record this? A video of a little girl kicking the shit out of you big tough men will go viral on YouTube in minutes.”

“Really? You are a bad ass huh?” one in front asked with a smirk I was about to kick off his face.

“Bella the one behind you to your right is probably the leader. He spoke first. Turn and punch his throat. Make him bleed. The others will be shocked, giving you time to turn and kick one’s balls into his chest. The other two you can play with.”

“I know how to handle this Uncle Jack. You act like it’s the first time I’ve beaten up four guys at once.”

“Who the hell are you talking too?”

“My imaginary friend.” I told him, turning around quickly and striking the leader in his Adam’s apple. I may have hit too hard. If I crushed it, he could die.

Oh well, fuck him. If he dies, he dies.

I pivoted on my left foot and spun back to the front, placing my foot into the next boy’s nuts, kicking his balls into his chest. He didn’t fall but judging by how pale his face just became he wouldn’t be a problem.

The one holding his throat stumbled past me, the one who was missing testicles staring straight up and not moving or breathing. The other two just stared at me.

“Okay bitches, you two ready to dance?”

My feeling of blissful joy was interrupted by the sound of an engine and squealing tires pulling up.

Edward Fucking Cullen got out of his bad ass Volvo.

“Get in the car.”

‘But…” I was about to kick the shit out of these fuckers. One may be dying and I wanted to see if he was my first official kill.

“Get in the car Bella.” he said in what I supposed was his best authoritative voice.

“Get in the damn car Bella. This is too good of an opportunity to pass up.” Jack whispered.

Damn it!

I walked slowly to the car. Edward took two steps towards my victims and they backed up. I suppose they were a bit freaked out at this point. Considering I just incapacitated two of them in less than five seconds, even a pretty boy would make these fuckers skittish.

Cullen got into the car and turned quickly. Soon we were heading down the street, while he passed slow moving cars because the speed limit was 30 and he was going 40. Vin Diesel he is not.

“What are you doing?” trying my best to sound nervous and probably failing miserably.

“Talk to me. Distract me from going back and killing those men.”

Uh, you could take me back and I could check on the one I’m pretty sure I have killed.

“What do you want me to talk about?”

“Anything.”

“How did you find me? Are you following me?”

Are you sniffing my panties at night?

He said nothing. He asks me to talk to him and then says nothing.

“Maybe you should put your seat belt on.” I suggested, since he is such a bad ass driver.

“You put your seat belt on.”

Fuck you pretty boy.

I didn’t make any other attempts to speak to him since he was being a bit rude and appeared to be either constipated or angry, I couldn’t tell which.

Finally he pulled up in front of the Italian restaurant. I exited the car quickly as soon as I saw Jessica and Angela walking out. An opportunity to escape from this psycho just presented itself. I knew I needed answers but he was acting a bit too weird for my tastes tonight and that was saying something for him.

“Make this good Bella.” Jack whispered.

Damn it.

“Bella! We weren’t sure where you went off to and we were starving so we went ahead and ate.” Jessica explained.

Instead of looking for me to see if I had been gang raped you decided to have dinner without me. Seriously? You guys bring me here, I leave and don’t show back up and instead of calling the police or my father or even driving to the fucking bookstore you have dinner. If I hadn’t arrived now would you two have left me? What the fuck? Thanks bitches.

“I’m sorry. Bella and I ran into each other and I am afraid we lost track of time.” Edward told them, finally getting out of the car and seeming a bit less theatrical. I was glad. Anger just looked silly on him. His eyes bugged out as if he was trying to win a staring contest with an owl. Jessica of course was immediately impressed.

“That’s totally fine. Uh… we are about to go back Bella…”

“I think it would be best if I made sure Bella ate, Jessica. I will take her home if that is fine with you.”

“Oh of course. Totally fine.”

“Yes that is very nice of you Edward.” Angela agreed with wide eyes, resembling Jessica’s. I swear these bitches are in so much heat it is unreal. I suppose I couldn’t say I was any different. I was just looking for a different type of heat.

“I suppose I should eat.” I agreed.

And get answers. He exposed his stalking tendencies tonight. I was not going to let this go.

I followed Edward into the restaurant figuring I would at least get a free meal out of this and hoping I could seduce him into giving me the answers that would get me to Florida.

We were led by a waitress to a large table in the center of the restaurant.

Edward actually stopped her and asked for something more private.

The bitch actually gave in. I swear if he asked her to take her skirt off and lie on a table with her legs spread, she would have done it. I didn’t get it but I suppose some women are into the preppy look.

“So what can I get you two?”

“I’ll have a Coke.” Edward told her.

Fuck that. If he is paying, I’m eating.

“Don’t pig out. Be a lady.”

Fucking Jack. I wonder if he is in his hot tub while he is listening to me.

“I guess I will have the Mushroom Ravioli and a coke as well.” I told her quietly, making sure not to meet her eyes.

“If you need anything else let me know. I do mean anything.” She said looking directly at Edward and ignoring me.

What the fuck?

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“No, I’m on…”

“Special diet, right?”

“Yes.”

He was staring at me with a look of great concern. I briefly wondered if I had something in my teeth but hadn’t ate since lunch and was sure Jessica would have pointed it out to me.

“Something wrong?”

“I’m just waiting for you to go into shock.”

Uh…

“Why would I go into shock?”

“You were nearly assaulted. The thoughts in those men’s heads… do you not realize the danger you were in?”

I wasn’t in danger but those fucks sure as hell were. I was still a little irritated Eddie got in the way of a perfectly good fight.

“Yeah but I wasn’t. I’m good…” it hit me. The fucker slipped.

“Wait what do you mean the thoughts in those men’s heads? How would you know what they were thinking? For that matter what were you doing there at all? Are you following me? How did you even know where I was?”

Eddie said nothing. Big surprise. I was forcing the issue this time.

“I want answers.”

“Yes, no…”

“Don’t get cute.”

Oops. I may have broken character there. Still if he didn’t talk, I was going to remove his fingernails to get information. Oh wait, he is freaky fast and strong. I should probably stay in character.

“I’m sorry. I… I’ve never tried to keep one person alive before and you make it very difficult. You seem to be a magnet for disaster.”

I wasn’t until I moved to this place.

“How did you find me?” I asked again.

“I followed you from Forks. I wasn’t able to… you are very difficult to read. I kept track of you through Jessica’s thoughts and didn’t realize you had left until you had been gone for a bit. I drove all over looking for you but couldn’t find you until I saw you in those men’s thoughts.”

“You are saying you can read minds?” I already knew this but the info was golden. A golden ticket to Florida.

“I can read every mind in this room with the exception of yours.”

Interesting. I wonder if he had any theories…

“Is there something wrong with me?” I asked quickly. I’m sure Sasha would have told me if she knew but maybe he could pick up brain tumors or something early.

“I tell you that I can read minds and you ask if something is wrong with you?” he said and chuckled. Chuckling fucking bastard. Brain cancer is serious and early detection can be important.

“I’m glad I amuse you.”

I wish you were dead. Why couldn’t Rosalie Hale be the target?

“I don’t know why I cannot read your mind. I have never run into someone like you before.”

The food came and I began to devour it. Jack told me to eat slower. I was getting pissed off at him constantly telling me what to do. Rather than break my stone façade I held in my anger. Unfortunately it caused me to shiver.

“Here take my coat.”

I don’t want your fucking…

He put his coat around me. Great. I guess we are going steady now. I wonder if I can wear his class ring. I’m sure he has hundreds.

I ate the rest of my meal in silence under his watchful gaze. That wasn’t weird at all. I finished off my Coke and his since he didn’t appear to be drinking it. Edward paid the check and left a $50 on the table. As soon as he turned towards the door, I pocketed that bitch. He isn’t the only one who is fast. The waitress ignored me and basically brought out one plate and two drinks and never offered a refill. She sure as hell doesn’t deserve a $50 tip on a $20 meal.

Edward didn’t speak again until we were on the road.

“So I answered your questions. I would love to hear your latest theories on what I am.”

Damn it. Throw John… Jake… out there? He was responsible for my truck being brought back to life so fuck him.

“I visited La Push this weekend as you know. I spoke to a friend of mine who told me some of the tribe’s legends. Legends involving your family. Something about cold ones? I actually bought a book but I’m afraid it fell and was left in the alley while I was trying to escape those vicious men.”

I dropped the fucker and forgot to pick it back up. Jack can pick up a copy later if he wants.

“Anyway he told me that cold ones are basically vampires, so I did some research on the internet and…” I trailed off. Let him jump in.

“So did the research and stories convince you?”

“Tell him it doesn’t matter.” Arial’s voice instructed. Unlike Jack I took her advice without question.

“I decided it didn’t matter.”

Wow. His face changed expressions. I remember when my face did that. He looked horrified.

“You decided it didn’t matter if I’m a monster? If I’m not human?!”

“Go for the kill.” my best friend and expert on men instructed.

“You won’t tell me what you are so why should I care? If you thought I should know I’m sure you would share it.”

“I…”

“Fuck it, ask him.”

“Fine, you want me to ask? Edward are you a vampire?”

“I…”

“How old are you Edward?”

“17.”

“How long have you been 17?”

“A while.” he confessed.

“Where were you this weekend?”

“I was hunting with my brother Emmett. I find it easier to be around you when I’m not thirsty. I didn’t want to leave you but I had too.”

Oh fuck, somebody didn’t get to sniff my panties, did they?

“Why didn’t you want to leave me?”

“It makes me very anxious to be away from you.” he stared at me again with his owl like eyes. I suppose it was meant to convey intensity.

“Ask him about who he feeds from, homeless, drug addicts, politicians…” Jacks voice popped into my head quietly. He was actually whispering.

“You said you were hunting. So you drink blood?”

“I… do. My family and I drink animal blood.”

What the fuck?

“What the fuck?” Jack concurred.

“Animal blood?” I asked, thankful my stone façade was not allowing any humor to be evident on my face. Vampires drinking Bambi. This shit gets better and better.

“Yes. Bella it really is better that you stay away from me.”

“I can’t. It doesn’t matter what you are. It’s too late.” I told him.

Now that Jack had this info, he wouldn’t let me leave until I rung this boy dry of every bit of intel I could. I admit the assignment was starting to get interesting.

Edward slowed and I realized we were already near my house. I suppose the Volvo could move a little bit when it needed to. I guarantee it isn’t shit next to Arial’s Miata though.

Edward opened my door before I had a chance to try it for myself. Yeah, he was very fast. Fast enough that my confidence was starting to wane and I was beginning to recognize that this brooding emo might be more than I could handle physically. Something told me stakes or silver bullets wouldn’t work on him. I needed to know everything but two stood out. I needed to know how vampires were made and I needed to know how to kill them.

I tried to give him back his jacket but he insisted I keep it. I suppose the class ring would be tomorrow. Speaking of…

“Edward? Promise me you will be in school tomorrow. Don’t disappear. Please?” I said in my best quiet voice of desperation and longing. I was becoming so good at acting I may actually become an actress if I can ever make facial expressions again after this assignment.

“I’ll be there. Thank you for allowing me to have dinner with you tonight Bella. Good night.”

I stood on the porch hopeful he had gotten enough Bella time and wouldn’t be in my room tonight.

“Good job Phoenix. I knew you could do it. This is fucking huge Bella. You just blew the lid off of a whole new world.”

“He eats Bambi.”

“I know.” Jack said with a sigh. “But he is dangerous. You want me to pull you out? I think you could get more but kid I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

Not likely. I would take this bitch down. A couple more weeks and I would have what I needed. He is dying to tell me everything or he wouldn’t have told me anything. Playing the tortured hero card, probably going to stress what a fucking monster he is while trying to be caring. I had this fucker by the balls.

“Pull me out? No Jack, I haven’t even started yet.”