~Two weeks later~
For two weeks after I was dumped, I pretended to be depressed or sad about the breakup or whatever. Today is Monday, and so Dad is at work. I pulled on a striking red t-shirt, a pair of dark jeans, and my favorite black leather jacket. The jacket has silver spikes on the shoulders, and pockets on the inside of the jacket. I slip on a poisoned ring. I headed out to the meeting place that I had arranged yesterday. I had told my clients yesterday that I was accepting jobs again.

On the way there, I called James, who was one of my friends/associates. I asked him if he could deliver my new black Ducatti motorcycle, and he asked me in return where he was to drop it off. I told him to drop it off in front of the Cullens' house, that I'd pick it up and place it in a safe place. He didn't ask for directions, and I didn't tell him.

After driving for almost an hour, I arrived at the meeting place. I only had to wait fifteen more minutes before they started arriving. I graduated from an assassin school at ten, the youngest ever. I was one of the best assassins, and my price wasn't super high, unlike some of the others. My first client was Dean Waterborne. He wanted me to kill his rival, Benjamin Nuka. I gave him an estimate and my unhackable bank account number. And it went on like that for a while. At the end of the of the day, I had six jobs to do in six days. I got a text from my friend, saying he dropped off my bike. That was fast. But then, he usually was. (AN: *wink wink nudge nudge*)

I dropped by the Cullens' old house and grabbed my bike, just as another car pulled into the driveway. Instead of getting in my truck, I pulled my bike back off of the truck bed, started it, and raced off. When I got to the clearing in the forest (I had a feeling I would be followed), I stopped. I checked the secret compartment on top of the bike and found that it was fully loaded with all my weapons. Thanks, James.

I pulled out my flamethrower, my .22LR, and a couple of handguns. I slung my .22LR over my shoulder and holstered the handguns. I fumbled around and grabbed a box of cigarettes, a half-mask that covers my mouth and nose, and my contacts case. I pop out the brown contacts, revealing my brilliant green eyes. I put the mask on, and pulled it down, revealing my mouth. I lit a cigarette, put the box away, popped the cigarette into my mouth, and waited.

Not five minutes later, the same car pulls into the clearing.

I shift the flamethrower in my hand, removed the cigarette from my mouth, and called out, "Come out of the car with your hands up. I'm armed. Unless you want to be ashes, I suggest you come out. Now."

I take another drag of my cigarette, watching as two people step out. Their hands are in the air, just as they were told to do.

"Identify yourselves," I hollered. One of them shifted, and I hefted the gun in my hands.

"Woah, Woah, take it easy now." I heard one of them call.

"What are your names?" I answered. The two looked at each other.

Then the other said, in an eerily familiar voice, "Alice and Jasper Cullen."

Damn. I didn't expect them so early.

"What is your business here? Last I heard, your brother," I said that word with as much venom as possible, "dumped my friend. Then you hightailed it out of here. Hmm..." I tapped my chin with my right index finger, then snapped my fingers as if I had an idea.

"Did you, perhaps, forget something?" I made my voice as sickly sweet as possible.

I smirked, that part of me that was Belladonna was coming out in full. Alice moved forward, and when I didn't retaliate, pulled Jasper forward, and stepped forward again.

She spoke, boldly, "I think a better question would be, why were you in our driveway?"

"I was picking up the bike my friend was dropping off. My dad doesn't allow motorcycles at his house, so your house was our meeting place. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."

Alice darts forward and grabs my arm.

She said, "What's your name?" I thought for a minute.

"Belladonna," I mutter.

"What?" She said.

"My name. It's Belladonna. But you can call me Bella." I wink. I check my watch.

"Oh, I'm going to miss my flight. If you'll excuse me." I put my flamethrower back in the compartment and hop on my bike. I easily start it up and take off, leaving two stunned vamps in my wake.

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Hey, guys and girls! I know this is kinda short, but I found that this was a good place to stop. If I didn't stop, this would just go on forever. Just a heads up, I will be moving near the end of September, so I might not have Wi-Fi during that time. However, the drive is a good excuse to get some writing done, so when I have Wi-Fi again, I should be able to update again.

Hope you guys like the new chappie!