Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

For God And Country

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 10:

BPOV

I listened to the relaxing sound of Garrett outside cutting grass. Sucks that he can’t use his vampire speed to do it. Unfortunately blades don’t rotate that fast. He has to take his time. He wanted to hire a lawn company. I told him I thought it was hot when he cut grass on his own. Very manly.

Sucker. At least the desperate housewives of our block are getting a good show. It’s overcast so he is out there with his shirt off trying to impress me. Suddenly the trophy wives of our block have decided it is time to trim the hedges, despite every one of them having yard boys. Suffer bitches. That’s mine.

I logged on to X Box live. Call of Duty. I will never let Garrett know how addicted he has made me to this game. If you’re not killing someone, this is the next best thing. Let’s see who wants to play. Dirk? Nope. Dirk isn’t around. Maybe he is in the recruit level playing 5th graders. Where is Bearfucker? Nope, Bearfucker isn’t around either.

Oh. There he is. God of War.

“Time to play you fucking emo.” I sent him an invite to Nuke City. Spawning in I saw he wanted to talk. I put my headphone and mic on.

“What’s up God of Peace? Want to surrender already? I haven’t cut your virtual balls off yet.”

“Hello HellsBells. That wasn’t very nice what you did.”

“Oh Goddess of War, I do a lot of bad things. You are going to have to be much more specific.”

“A fake email address and phone number, Bella?”

“So? She’s a big little girl. She will get over it. I did.”

“So, you are pissed about us leaving you the way we did, aren’t you?”

“Oh, you would like that wouldn’t you, snapper? Sorry to disappoint you. You serve as cannon fodder for me. Practice dummies in an online world of death and destruction. That’s what you are to me Jasper. Now you want to talk about your feelings or you want to play? I can tell you that you are special if it will shut you the hell up.”

“Make your move, bitch.”

That’s what I’m talking about. He made a few circles. He nearly got the jump on me once. For five minutes we ran around, killing computer avatars, circling each other. He wanted me to follow and lead me into a trap. Wasn’t happening. I fainted a follow. A spy plane launched. My spy plane. He tried to set up a turret to take it down. So afraid of death from the sky. He really should have paid more attention to death from the ground. Head shot.

“You going to respawn bitch, or go get Bearfucker and suck down a few tasty Bambies?”

“Bella you have a devious mind. I never realized you were so learned in battle tactics.”

“I never realized you weren’t. Your strategy seems like the kind that would have been used in the Civil… oh nevermind. I guess you aren’t exactly up to date on modern warfare. Things have come a long way since you were evacuating women and children while your army was running from the big bad Union invasion of Texas.” I think I heard him call me the C word but it was too quiet for me to be sure.

“So how is the insurance game Bella?”

“It’s a killer. How is the… high school thing going, Major?”

“Touche’”

“Watch behind you, Jasper.”

Jasper turned and I shot him in the head.

“You fucking bitch.” He whispered.

“Yep. Now you’re getting it, Majorette.”

“What do you say we team up and go play in some of the other locations?”

“I don’t think you are good enough to team up with me. I only trust Garrett to watch my back. Keep practicing though.”

“I’m glad to hear that you… fucking bitch!…”

Ha, killed his ass again. This time I slit his throat.

“that you and Garrett are doing so well. I never would have dreamed we would see you again. Much less with Garrett. And with such pretty black hair and green eyes. If it wasn’t for your scent, I’m not sure we would have recognized you.”

“Yeah? I never guessed when I saw you again you would still suck at looking human. You looked stiff as a board, like you were in pain. Try blinking and breathing. Maybe shuffle your feet and smile occasionally. It helps with the whole act.”

“I still have trouble with blood.” He said quietly.

“You may want to get over that. I mean, you can’t blame bloodlust, forever. You need to man up, Hale. Garrett fucks me every night and in the middle of the day and he never has problems. He isn’t much older than you.”

“Thanks for the visual. Garrett also drinks human blood.”

“Tell me about it. It is so hot.”

“You’ve seen him!” Jasper nearly shouted.

“Hey is that a RPG heading into the window of the room you are in? Yep it sure was…”

“Bitch!”

“Established Hale. To answer your question, of course I have seen him. I go on every hunt with him. He fucks my brains out afterward. Let that little thought slip around your mind reading brother. I bet you will love the emotions you get off of him. Judging by the way he was looking at me, I am guessing rage, depression, and lust rolled into one. Should be quite the rush for you. Speaking of, what was the deal with Carlisle? He looked like he wanted to play doctor with me.”

“Bella, would you call Alice? Please? She really wants to talk to you.”

“Why should I?” I asked, running around a corner. There he is. Sneaking up the outside stairs.

“Why not?” he countered.

“I’m busy. I’m not really the kind of girl who hangs out with other girls. Not my thing.”

“It would mean a lot to her… Goddamit!”

“Yeah I must have sent 10 slugs into your back. If I were your avatar I would be pissed about the abuse you put that poor computer guy through.”

“Bella, please call her.”

“Jazzy, Major, Goddess of War. If I think of something I need to ask her, I will call her. But I’m not really in the mood for a bunch of emotional crap. I mean Jazzy it has been 6 years. It’s time for everyone to move on. If I hadn’t walked into that house, we would still not be talking to each other. It’s not like your family has made an effort to find me. I haven’t made an effort to find them. Let it go Jazzy. Consider us video game buds. I am the master and you are my bitch boy.”

“Esme asked me to find you last year. She kept it quiet. Only she and I know.”

That was a surprise.

“Oh yeah? How did that work out for you?”

“I think you know how it worked out. For a successful life insurance agent at Freedom Insurance, you don’t show up as an employee, Bella Swan. You don’t show up as a student at Forks High School. There are no college records of you. No rent or mortgage payments. No bills in your name. No bank accounts in your name. I couldn’t even find a birth certificate or social security number.”

Fuck.

“Who’s the master now bitch?” he whispered.

No, he did not go there.

“All that proves is that you suck at investigating people. You should probably stick to trigonometry and the high school year book club. Maybe Spanish club. Didn’t you used to live in Mexico? Seems like that would be a good fit for you.”

“I don’t think so. I had a friend of mine who is very good at finding people look for you as well, to double check my work. Edward told me once that he promised you it would be as if he never existed. Looks like you made good on the promise though. Your past is gone Bella. You, Bella Swan, do not exist.”

“Yeah, and my non existing ass’s future doesn’t involve going on shopping sprees with your wife. Get over it.” I laughed. Asshole thought he was so smart.

“What are you hiding from Bella? Victoria?”

“Who?” I asked. Who the fuck is Victoria?

“Victoria. The female who was with James in the clearing. Did she come after you?”

“That was her name? The red head? Sorry I forgot. But no, no vampires have come after me that I know about. Why? Did she come after you? Do you need me to protect you, Jazzy?”

“Fine. I’ll leave it alone for now. But I am going to figure out your secret.”

“I don’t have secrets. At least that I have to keep from you. Garrett knows, of course. But he won’t tell you.” I laughed. Not if he wants to get laid again in the next century.

“Then why won’t you tell me why you don’t seem to exist?”

“Because it is driving you crazy. If I just told you, where would be the fun in that? You have to guess Jasper. It shouldn’t be hard. You are so clever.”

“Screw it. Want to fight in the jungle?”

“Why? You need new scenery to die around?” I asked, sighing, feigning boredom.

“Sure. Why not? Afraid you may not be as good without corners?”

“Baby, I am good in any situation. I got to go. Give Bearfucker’s wife a hug for me and tell her how much I miss her friendship and need her in my life. Later Goddess.” I laughed and logged out. Jasper was the coolest Cullen. He has a dry sense of humor that could not possibly be appreciated in that household. Stone cold killing bastard. I like that about him.

I heard the lawn mower turn off and Garrett walked in, grass blades covering his body.

“Hey sexy. Have a good audience today?” I asked smiling at my sexy vampire yard boy.

“No. The female I wanted to watch me stayed inside.”

“Sorry baby. But the idea of you out there taking care of my pretty lawn, gets me hot.” I told him.

“So how did you do on Call of Duty?”

“I wasn’t playing a stupid game Garrett. I was watching TV.”

“Your headphones are right next to you.”

“So? Proves nothing.”

“A controller is next to you.”

“It was here when I sat down.”

“It’s your special controller that no one else is allowed to touch. Namely me. I’m not allowed to touch it.” He grinned.

“Exactly. What the fuck were you doing touching my controller?”

“What? Wait. I didn’t. You did.”

“I think we established that I didn’t. That leaves you.” I told him raising an eyebrow.

“Oh. Okay.” Garrett looked confused now. I should be nice and suck his cock before his brain explodes from thinking too hard.

‘Hey Bella. I uh, I invited some friends over.” He said in a low voice, very quickly. He started to walk away.

“Wait! What? What friends? We don’t have friends.”

“I was thinking maybe, I mean I have friends and I was thinking maybe we could have friends. They are a married couple.”

“They are not neighbors are they, Garrett? Please tell me you did not invite neighbors over.” God please, no neighbors.

“No, I actually invited Peter and Charlotte Whitlock.”

“Oh, okay… wait. Dirk? You invited Dirk Diggler to our home? The guy who named his avatar after a fictional porn star?”

“Charlotte is nice. I think you two might like each other. It wouldn’t kill you to make friends, Bella.”

“I used to be friends with Todd. That nearly killed me.” I pointed out. So Todd and I were never friends. More like Frenemies.

“They are vampires Bella. You can trust them.” He replied.

“Think about what you just said.” I told him.

He sighed. “I trust them Bella.”

Dammit. He got me there.

“Fine. But we have a problem.”

“What now?” he asked. This should be fun.

“I spoke to Jasper Hale over X Box. He knows too much. We have to kill him.”

Garrett POV

“Could you run that by me again?”

“We have to kill Jasper Hale. He investigated me last year. He discovered I don’t exist. He has to go.” She was serious. She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t angry. She was informing me that she needed Jasper killed like she informs me she needs tampons and I am to go get them from the drug store.

“Jasper is a friend.” I told her.

“Jasper is a threat. He must go. Can you not handle it?”

“I can handle it Bella. But I am not killing Jasper. He is a good guy.”

“He’s a bastard that got too nosy for his own good. He must go.”

“Bella…”

“I want all the Cullens dead actually. I can’t be sure how much he told them.”

“Bella, are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.” She said, her tone never changing.

“But… I like him Bella. I don’t have many friends. I mean…”

Dammit. The bitch is smiling.

“You got me.” I admitted.

“You are so gullible. You think you can tell when I am lying. You don’t have a clue, do you handsome?”

“You’re a very, very good liar.” I told her, frowning. She kissed me and walked off.

“Where are you going?” I asked, enjoying the site of her ass walking away.

“Workout. Got to keep in shape. I am hoping to get another assignment before the end of the month. Kevin keeps promising me an overseas gig. Got to stay ready.”

Overseas. Great. Fun. I wish she would retire. But then she would probably just start killing people in the grocery store who bumped her cart or some bad driver who cut her off in traffic. At least the job keeps her evil energies focused in a manner that makes the world a better place. 7 years ago she dated Edward Cullen. Still blows my mind.

I walked to the front to grab the mower and place it back in the garage. I needed to make a few calls to finish some business. I bought a private plane for Bella and I. This way she doesn’t have to worry about people following her in passenger planes.

I heard his truck from a half mile away. Not many trucks in this area.

Peter and Charlotte got out of the truck. Charlotte was gorgeous as ever. Long blonde hair, cute happy face, tight ass, long legs, huge breasts. And there was Peter. Seriously? Fucker got way lucky with her.

“Hey you scrawny fucker! Look at you! Mr. Fucking suburbs. A disgrace to vampires everywhere. Shacked up with your human. Unbelievable.”

“Hello Charlotte. It is lovely to see you again. Burn in hell, Peter.”

“What are you doing honey?” Charlotte asked, taking in my appearance.

“I have to put the lawn mower up and then I will be in.” I really shouldn’t have said that.

“You cut the fucking grass! Man I should have been here a few minutes earlier to get a picture of that.”

“Shut up Peter. I think it’s sexy that he isn’t afraid to do a little manual labor.”

“Char, we are vampires.” Peter unnecessarily reminded her.

“So where is the future Mrs. Adams?” Charlotte asked.

“Inside. Working out. Go ahead and make yourself at home. I will be there shortly. Do not disturb Bella. She doesn’t like to be bothered while she is working out.”

“Got you a little work out queen huh? Not only a video game ringer but an aerobics queen. I bet she does Zumba. Look at you Garrett. All domesticated.”

“Just, don’t bother her. I told her I invited you over but I don’t think she realized it would be this soon. Like today. She isn’t very social. Stay in the living room.”

“Whatever bro. I will lay on my charm and she will be putty in my hands. Put your mower up and get inside.” Peter walked off. Charlotte shrugged her shoulders in apology for him and followed. I bet she did that a lot.

I placed the mower in the corner where Bella liked it. Her time in the Army had made her an organizing freak. Everything had its place. The mower stowed away, I turned to hurry inside so I could ease things over with Bella before she realized we had guests. That was when I heard the shots. Fuck.

I ran into the living room to see Char and Peter with fresh holes in the chest area of their shirts. Bella was standing twenty feet away with a smoking .45 in her hand, still trained on my two friends. I looked at Peter.

“That bitch just shot me!” Peter screamed.

“Yes. She does that. I told you she wasn’t very social.”

“She shot me!”

“Stop being a baby. The blonde girl next to you isn’t whining.” Bella replied.

“What if I had been a human?” Peter yelled.

“Then you would be a human with a big fucking hole in your chest.” She replied.

“Garrett, dear?” Bella looked my way briefly.

“Yes, Bella?”

“Who the fuck are these people?”

“Uh, this is Peter and Charlotte Whitlock. Remember a few minutes ago? I told you I invited them over.”

“I didn’t realize you meant now.” She glared at me and lowered her weapon.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t exactly… I mean… I’m sorry?”

“You know lady, you could have asked first. That noise shocked the hell out of me!” Peter yelled. Still upset about being shot apparently.

“I figured you would be used to the sound of gunfire and bullets hitting you, Dirk.” Bella smiled.

“Hells Bells huh?” Peter smirked while Charlotte stood still apparently shocked, by his side. Don’t say anything stupid Peter…

“You know for a bad ass video game girl I figured you would have bigger tits…”

Bella fired again. She got him between the eyes this time. The bullet ricochet cracked the plaster.

“Bella, love, please stop firing weapons in the house.” I begged. We did have neighbors.

She turned to me with a blank look on her face.

“You know I am sensitive about my breasts, Garrett.”

“I know, darling. Peter is just a jackass. He is being a jackass, aren’t you Peter?”

“Uh, if I say yes is she going to shoot me again?”

“No. She won’t. Right Bella? No more shooting the guests, right?”

“You like my breasts don’t you, Garrett?” Bella asked, eyes still glued on Peter, weapon still in her hand.

“I love your breasts Bella. I would love to take you in the bedroom and show you how much. But first we have to stop firing the big handgun in the house.” She turned to me and sighed.

“I have to work out. I just walked through here to grab a towel form the kitchen. I will be out in an hour.”

Bella turned and began walking away. She then stopped. I was afraid she was going to shoot Peter again.

“Charlotte, I am sorry for making a hole in your shirt. Garrett can show you a bedroom where you can put your bags. It is nice to meet you, Charlotte.”

That said Bella turned to go back to the dojo.

Peter looked at me.

“What the fuck was that?” he asked me.

“Bella is a bit… she reacts quickly when there are strangers she is not expecting in the house.”

“Why? Is she schizo?” He asked, still apparently angry.

“No. She is a professional killer who works for the CIA. It tends to make her jumpy around strangers.”

“You cannot turn that crazy bitch into a vampire Garrett! She will kill our whole species!” Peter said quietly.

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders.

“I thought she was nice.”

BPOV

They have been here three days. Charlotte is a doll. I have tried to get her to explain to me three times why she is with Peter. She has yet to come up with a good reason. I guess love doesn’t always make sense.

I had just finished my run and was about to see if Garrett wanted to take a break from playing with Peter, Emmett and Jasper in Call of Duty and actually pay attention to me. They played a lot. We only had two controllers so I let Garrett use mine. That little fact still pissed me off. Peter and Charlotte both knew what I did for a living but when I explained that I didn’t want Jasper to know because it was driving him crazy, Peter was game. He told Jasper that he found out I actually was the executive chef for KFC. Jasper didn’t believe KFC had an executive chef and even if they did it didn’t explain why my identity was gone. Peter explained that I was working on adding a 12th herb and spice to the already existing 11 and Colonel Sanders, who was not dead and actually had his brain transplanted into a robot’s body, insisted that his executive chef’s be kept hidden so the recipe would not be discovered by corporate spies from Popeyes.

I admit Peter could be funny at times. I don’t think Jasper bought the story.

I was about to undress and walk out in a towel to ask Garrett to help me with my shower when my phone rang. The phone that only four people had the number too. Mom, Dad, Garrett and…

“Hello Kevin. Give me some good news. The last job was so boring.” At least the kill was.

“Hey kid. How would you feel about a trip across the pond?”

“I would say that would earn you a Christmas card from me this year Kevin.”

“Munich, Germany. A club called the KitKat club. Target is a female. She is like you Bella. Assassin. Free agent but she has taken out two of our undercover assets in Kuwait in the past month. We have an idea who she is working for. The Agency will handle that end. She however needs to go.”

“Okay. I’m supposed to find her at a club called KitKat in Munich. Why do I have a feeling, that I won’t be able to wear my Wonder Woman panties on this gig?”

“It’s a BDSM club. She likes to hang out there in between jobs. She considers herself a Dominatrix. She is always looking for little submissive girls to take back to her private dungeon for a little fun. You are good at acting. Play it coy. Play the mouse to her snake. And then cut the snake’s fucking head off. Get back with her to the dungeon and then take her out quickly. Bella I’m always honest with you. This bitch is good. She is every bit as good as you are. If it comes down to a knife fight or hand to hand, kid, it’s a toss up. You don’t want this job, I understand.”

“Kevin? Send me the fucking package. I need to know everything. And don’t ever ask me if I want a job again.”

Garrett POV

“Her name is Adalinda Bauer. She is 34 years old. Has been active for the past 14 years. She is very, very good. Started out working for Germany’s Federal Intelligence Agency. Went freelance 6 years ago. Very choosy about her jobs. Only goes after other agents. She has been going after Mossad agents for the past three years. Someone is now paying her to go after ours. Do you understand the plan, Garrett?”

“Of course Belinda.” I winked at her. I actually get to play a part in this one. I am so excited. She is really opening up. Soon it will be time. But right now, I have to pull this off.

“Good. Snap the chain to my collar and lead the way, Master.” She winked at me. This was going to be fun. Bella was currently dressed in a leather microskirt and a tiny black leather bra. She also had very high heels on. She wouldn’t be able to dress up enough to hide a gun. She did have a slim bladed knife 6 inches long in the band of her skirt. She claimed it would be enough if she acted quickly. If not, she would go hand to hand. I heard her call with Kevin. I would be listening. If I thought she was in trouble I would be in there in a second, kill the bitch and save Bella. She could be pissed off later. She was already pissed off enough. Peter and Charlotte were here. Peter insisted on going. Bella asked if I had any more friends I wanted to invite on the field trip to watch her work. She told me this wasn’t take your idiot to work day. She finally gave in. She didn’t like it but she gave in. Charlotte was already in the club. She had on a simple black dress. Peter however was next to her looking like the biker from the Village People. He had on black leather pants with holes for his pale ass cheeks to shine through for God’s sake. He was also wearing a collar with a chain that was attached to Charlotte’s wrist. Charlotte looked embarrassed. Poor kid.

Bella and I sat at our own table. She had gone with blond hair and blue eyes tonight. She said it made her look more innocent. She nudged me in the knee when the target walked in. The target looked around the room. She made a strange face when she looked at Peter and Charlotte’s table. Her eyes went past our table and then came back. She looked at me and I looked back at her. Her eyes then drifted to Bella, who was currently sitting in my lap with her head down. Adalinda smiled. Her smile was cruel. I did not like the idea of my woman going back anywhere with her. But I had to let her be her own woman. I suppose I should be happy I don’t have to follow her any longer.

Adalinda walked up to our table and reached out her hand. I was wearing a black shirt, black jeans and a black light over coat. I was kind of going for the black theme.

“She yours?” She asked in German. Luckily I spoke German.

“Yes. Is it obvious?” I asked her responding in German.

“I mean are you two playing around or is she yours?”

“She is mine.”

“How much?”

“Excuse me?”

“I want to rent her. How much?”

“I’m particularly protective of my property. What would you like to do with her?”

“An ass like that? I will be caning it. Probably inserting objects in it. She has a nice midsection. Calls for a special cat o nine’s. Give me an hour. I won’t permanently damage her. She has nice small cute breasts. I may play with those as well.”

Bella’s hands just clenched into fists. Forgot she can speak German as well. At least she will be in the right frame of mind to kill. She has beautiful breasts. Just because she doesn’t have breasts the size of Playboy models doesn’t mean she isn’t sexy as hell. Not everybody has to be a Barbie to be hot. Course no matter how much I tell her that, she still gets sensitive about her breast size.

“Are you planning on fucking her?” I asked.

“Of course. She is too hot a piece of ass not too. I will try to not use too large of a toy or all of my fist if it makes you insecure.” She smiled.

Bitch.

“400 Euros for one hour. Bring her back here with no lasting damage. If she is damaged I will kill you.”

The bitch smiled and pulled the currency from the back of her black latex pants. I can’t imagine where she kept it. She had gorgeous long straight black hair that hung past her ass. She was wearing a red latex short sleeve shirt. She was a very attractive woman. Considering her comment about Bella’s breasts she is probably about to be a former attractive woman mutilated beyond recognition. I handed the chain attached to Bella’s collar to the assassin. I trusted her. I did trust her. She would be fine.

Bella squeezed my cock through my jeans before she followed her new mistress back to the dungeon. Once out of site I moved to a table closer to the room they went inside. Peter and Charlotte joined me.

“So why don’t you just kill the bitch?” Peter asked.

“Not my job Peter. It’s Bella’s. She would be very angry if I interfered more than she allowed me too.”

“So what? You are the vampire. She is obviously in love with you. Take control. Show some balls. You keep letting her fuck around like this and she is going to get killed. You should turn her already.”

“We have an agreement about that Peter. One that I will not break. I don’t tell her what to do. If she just did as I said she would be like every other woman that has wanted a relationship with me in the past. I don’t want a servant. I want an equal. She is my equal. I know when I can interfere. I stay out of her way until then. That’s how we work.”

“I think it’s sweet that you don’t interfere, Garrett.” Charlotte commented.

“Thank you Charlotte.” We sat for the next ten minutes watching the crowd. Then it hit us. The smell of blood. A lot of blood. Too much blood. Someone was dead. Without glancing at Peter or Charlotte I ran to the room I had saw them go into. I turned the door handle surprised that it was unlocked. Opening the door, I heard Peter behind me.

“Holy shit.”

BPOV

“Turn around facing the chain station. You need to be chained. This is going to hurt like hell. I am going to cane you so hard I will break skin. That’s what you want, right? You little fucking slut. You come in here with your Goth boyfriend trying to play submissive. I will show you what submission is all about. I am going to torture and fuck you for the next two hours. When your boyfriend comes in one hour through that door I am going to kill him. If you are a good girl and are still alive at the end of two hours I will let you take what is left of your tiny body and leave. Are you ready to begin?”

Damn. This bitch has issues. I was worried I took a little too much pleasure in my work. She makes me look like a saint.

No way is she hiding any weapons under that outfit she has on. She was about to rip my skirt down. I had to get my blade from the inside of it. I acted like I was scared and wrapped my arms around my front with my back to her. Reaching inside my skirt band I slid the dagger. I whipped around and felt the blade go into her belly. Her eyes lit up in pain and she hit me.

I’m usually good at taking a strike but she surprised me with her strength. I fell on my ass, leaving the blade handle deep in her belly. She clutched around it and jerked it out. I stood up and she swung the blade, barely missing me. I kicked her in the face. She returned with a round house kick to my face. How the hell did she do that with a wound like hers? This bitch was crazy tough. And now she had a knife. Kevin’s words flashed back to me. It’s a toss up. I’ll take 50/50 odds when faced with a wounded enemy.

I turned to attack and she swung with her fist. I blocked and followed with a left hook and a knee to her wound. She screamed and fell back. I stood my ground. If I rushed her she would have the advantage and she still had the knife. I waited for her to rise. My odds of winning a stand up fight were greater even if she did have a blade.

I saw her throw the knife. It seemed like it was moving in slow motion, straight for my heart. I dove to the side and it hit home. Right below my left clavicle burying itself nearly to the hilt in my shoulder. She stood up slowly, wiping the blood off her lip from where I kicked her earlier. She spoke English.

“I was wondering when the CIA would send someone after me. I figured a male agent would try to seduce me. Maybe a sniper tries to take my head off. I admit. I never saw you coming.”

I tried to pull the blade out of my shoulder but it scraped bone and blinded me with pain. I couldn’t do it. She would kill me in a second while I worked it out of my shoulder. I felt blood pouring from my shoulder and pouring from my mouth from the roundhouse kick I had taken. Guess I bit the inside of my mouth and my lip was split. Not a bad wound at all but bleeds like you wouldn’t believe.

She charged me. My let arm useless I dropped on my right and kicked her in the belly backing her up and causing her to scream again. I guess these doors are sound proof are Garrett would have heard by now. Good. This was between us. One winner and one loser.

She was back in attack position and feigned to the left. I turned to protect my arm and she swept my legs. I was on my ass and she landed on top of me and grabbed the blade buried in my shoulder. She was pulling it out. I had to do something before she stabbed me in the heart.

I needed a weapon and I had no leverage. Then I remembered. Use whatever is around you. Or on you.

I grabbed the back of her head and brought her face to my mouth. I bit her cheek. She screamed. She stopped pulling the blade and jumped up still straddling me. I wrapped my legs around her waist so she wouldn’t escape and whipped the chain attached to my collar around her neck. It went over twice and I grabbed the end. Pulling the chain with my right arm and bringing her neck to mine

I began strangling her. She was gasping. She tried to pull back but my legs had her locked in position. She wasn’t gasping any longer. I couldn’t tell what she looked like because our heads were so close together. But she was shuddering. With a last effort she began twisting the blade buried in my shoulder. I pulled the chain harder and felt her go limp. Her hand slid off the blade handle. I rolled us over and saw that she was still alive. She had passed out but I would need to choke her for a while longer to kill her. Like me she could go without breath for a while before dying. But she was out. I straddled her and grasped the knife in my shoulder. With a scream I pulled it out.

Adalinda’s twisting of the knife actually made it come out easier. I didn’t see any arterial spray so I got lucky on that front. I grabbed her hair, tilted her head up from the floor and cut her throat deep. The spray hit me in the face and covered my body. She was dead. Damn. That was everything I expected it to be. The door opened and I saw Garrett standing there. Peter was behind him I think but all I could focus on was him.

“Garrett I need you.” I whispered.

He was by my side before the word you left my mouth.

“Where are you hurt Baby?”

“Just a stab would in my shoulder and a busted lip.”

“Charlotte! Find something we can use as bandages.” Garrett yelled.

“Garrett. Listen to me. I want you to clean me. Lick the blood off of me.” I told him. I was so turned on right now I couldn’t stand it.

“Uh Bella, I don’t know if I can do that without biting you.” He whispered.

“So? If you bite me you bite me. It’s gonna happen sooner or later. But try it. Please? For me? I almost died here Garrett. I’m a little jacked up. No one is going to come down here. Lock the door and take me now. Please? Make love to me and lick the blood off.”

“Bella there is some of your blood. You are bleeding.” He whispered.

“I know.” I whispered back. “I love you. Drink. Don’t bite. You can do it baby.” I don’t know why but I wanted this so badly.

He picked me up off the dead bitch and took me to a padded bench. “Lay very still Bella.”

“I’ll do whatever you say Garrett. I love you.”

“Uh I guess, I will step out for a minute. Uh, you two have fun doing some of the freakiest shit I have ever seen or heard of in my life. Charlotte will leave the bandages outside the door. Uh… see you when you get done.” Peter said closing the door. I had to laugh a little as I felt my vampire lover’s cool tongue tracking my body.

This was definitely a night to remember.