A/N- Ok this is my first fanfic outside the last Twilight series I wrote. I came up with this when I was bored, I didn't know what to write in Explanations so I started a couple of different stories and came up with this. Then I kind of got into this story and I've decided to put it on here. So please give it a chance. This story takes place in Twilight time, it's when bella comes to Forks so there won't be any spoilers or anything like that.

ALL CHARACTERS UNLESS OTHERWISE STATED BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER THE AUTHOR OF TWILIGHT, NEW MOON AND ECLIPSE.

BPOV

Everyone's hiding something, some are just hiding something bigger than others. Take the women over at the luggage pick up area for example, she just found out she's pregnant- her boyfriend doesn't know. The girl going through customs is smuggling something into the country. The girl on the black laptop across from me is high on so many things, she doesn't even know if she's dead or alive. Me, I'm hiding everything, no one knows everything about me, all they know is I'm the 'new girl' that doesn't talk, pushes people away, and no one wants to get in a fight with. Almost as soon as I move to a town I leave the town. The reason? Because I'm in the business, hit the wrong people and got paid for it, and now I have to pay for it.

There's a blackberry in my hand for instant contact between me and my employer. In my pocket is a wallet, it contains $40,000 and three checks for $20,000 each. Shoved down the side of my combat boots is a knife, in the leg pocket of my cargo pants is a hand gun and a silencer. In a case shoved down the back of my coat, hidden by the tall collar is a small short sword.

STATUS- Armed [and fabulous, on the move.

NAME- Isabella Swan, more commonly known as Angel of death, or just Angel for short.

TARGET- Unkown, and unassigned.

REASON OF DEPARTURE- My mother Renee and my step father Phil were killed by a hitman. Forced to move in with my father Charlie.

RESIDENCE- Father's house- Forks, Washington.

NOTES- Father is a cop, must be extra careful at ALL times.

I was typing this in on my blackberry to save and send a copy to my employer. As soon as I hit 'send' it was time to board the plane, so far so good, the bag my employer set me up with has worked good, my weapons have gone unnoticed. I smirked a little as I got on the plane, weapons still unnoticed. I threw my bag into the over-head compartment and sat down in my seat beside a greasy looking man, mid-twenties, brown hair, green eyes. I didn't like this guy, he kept staring at me, I felt like he was reading over my shoulder as I typed up another message. I got back up and went to a person a few rows ahead.

"Could I switch seats with you?" she looked me up and down, as if decided whether or not I was good enough to have her seat, the man beside her was already asleep. I could tell she was going to say no before she did. "How much do you want?" I said pulling out my wallet.

"How much do I want, or how much is this seat worth?"

"The question was how much do you want."

"More than you have." she muttered. I produced a couple thousand dollar bills. She eyed them and turned away. I pulled out a couple more. She eyed them, her eyes gleaming with greed. She went to grab it but I pulled it away.

"Now, now, are you going to let me have your seat?" she looked at the money, to me, and back to the money before nodding. She took the money and started pulling out her carry- on from above. I went back to my seat grabbed my single bag from the overhead and headed back to her seat. I put my bag back up in the over head above my new seat and resumed writing my message. All my shit was in my bag, laptop, cell phone [for regular use tracking chips, the whole bit. I couldn't open that bag on here, it was full of my weapons too, as was one of my suitcases, the other one contained the only clothes I had.

I sat here alert and ready to attack at anytime, my senses were all set to the surroundings, I had my eyes trained on the game on my blackberry as I pretended to be fully into it. The man beside me stirred. An I.D. tag caught my eye. Marcus K. Day. The tag was pinned to the inside of his coat, it was almost the exact same as the one I had pinned to the inside of my coat. I studied the man, I knew him, he was another hitman under my employer, I reached for the tag to test and see if he had really been as stupid as to fall asleep. He grabbed my hand, I smiled. "Mayday, nice to see you again." he looked at me trying to place me, then recognition flitted across his features. He let go of my hand. "For a minute there I thought you were actually stupid enough to fall asleep."

"Well most of us, unlike you, need sleep, you seem to be able to go days without sleep." People can be so stupid, they really have no idea. The rest of the flight was spent in silence, both of us sitting alert and tense. By the way he sat, and the look of his clothing, he was unarmed. My Blackberry vibrated, an E-mail had been sent. I turned it on, entered the password and read the note.

TARGET- Marcus K. Day

LOCATION- On the move. Thought to be on the plane to Port Angeles.

STATUS- Unarmed.

COUNT- $40, 000

APPEARANCE- Tall male, about 6'3'', blond hair, brown eyes, no luggage, usually wears black, or dark colors.

NOTES- Marcus is one of our old 'agents', you may recognise him. For this reason you're going to have to be extra careful, he knows all our tricks. Get the job done or you know the price. Make sure you get his I.D. tag when the job's done.

I caustiously eyed him, he didn't notice. Well I knew where the target was and he wasn't going to go anywhere, he was here and that was final. My knife was in my left boot, the one closest to him. All eyes in the plane were trained on cell phones, Blackberrys, laptops or the movie playing on the screen. Before he realized what I was doing I covered his mouth, pulled the knife, slid my hand under his back and drove it through his chest. I kept my hand over his mouth for a few very fidgety seconds while I pulled the knife out and wiped it on the back of his suit jacket. I quickly removed my hand and shoved the knife back in my boot, then I checked to see if anyone had seen. The girl that was completely drugged up, looked up from her laptop then, but only for a second before training her eyes on the TV screen. I quickly snagged his I.D. tag and shoved it in my pocket.

I pulled out my Blackberry again and typed a quick message.

Job done. Angel.

I hit send, I don't think it would send until I got off the plane though, it might. In a few minutes it did. I sat back in my seat more and glued my eyes to the screen, I didn't like sitting beside the dead body of the man I just killed. Thankfully though the trip was almost over. He just appeared to be sleeping, no one knew different except for me, I knew exactly what had happened, and who did it. Me.

As soon as the plane landed I grabbed my bag and got off as fast as I could without raising suspision. I waited impatiently over by the luggage pick-up area for my suitcases. They came but it didn't seem quick enough. I then had to wait fourty-five minutes for Charlie to finlly show up. I heard a couple screams coming from inside the building, Charlie didn't appear to which didn't surprise me, he didn't have vampire hearing. He was lifting the bigger suitcase, the one that had all my weapons in it. "Holy shit! What do you have in here?! Bricks?!" oh, he had no idea. He went unzip the bag to see for himself. I put my hand on his, forcing him to stop.

"It's full of... shoes! Yeah, shoes, I have lots of them, and you can't open it here because, it will kind of like explode all over the place and we'll be picking up shoes for like another hour." Shoes?! where the hell did that come from?! Since when did I have a ton of shoes? I had two pairs of shoes- black combat boots, and black skateboard shoes. One good for hiding weapond in, the other comfy. From where I stood though I could see one of the guns, he had decided it would be best to just close the suitcase back up. Thankfully he didn't actually look at the suitcase when he did so. He muttered something and I caught the words 'packing light' but I was listening to hear if anything was going on inside. He threw my other two bags in the back seat of the cruiser. Personally, I hated cops, I despised them and my father was one, which meant I would be forced to ride 'home' in a cruiser.

Having an illegal job like mine, willingly getting in a cop car with a cop and not killing them is a big, no, no. He got in easily, not even thinking about it. I hesitantly and slowly opened the door and got in. I felt more like an inmate being transported to jail rather than the chief's daughter being taken home. I would have been better suited sitting in the back seat where my bags currently were, behind the cage like wall between the front and the back. I should have shiney silver handcuffs on, being forced into the back to be dragged down to the station. Yet here I was 'willingly' sitting in the front seat, without handcuffs on. Being even this close to a cruiser made me nervous, figety and my hand was already gripping the gun in my pocket. Yet Charlie didn't notice any of this.

"I found a good car for you." he finally said, I could tell he was putting in the effort to try and sound like he cared about me but on the inside, he was sad about Renee's death.

"How much is it?" I prodded wanting to know more about this car that was 'good for me'. A good car for me is one with a fake license plate, goes really fast, has really dark tinted windows and is sporty and sleek.

"Actually, I already bought it." Wow. Free.

"What kind of car is it?"

"It's a truck actually, a Chevy. It's old, but will suit you fine, it's not like you're going to be driving across the country in it." Wow Charlie, you know more than you let on, you're right, I would be driving a car my employer leaves me, or getting into a helicopter my employer suplies me with. Trust me I will be all over the country, I'll probably be gone in a week or so, if you're lucky I might be here only a few days.

"Thanks, I really appreciate that Ch- Dad." I swallowed my distaste and forced a calm answer.

"Well then, you're welcome." he said, his eyes still on the road. With that the rest of the drive was spent in complete silence. When we got there, there was an old red truck sitting at the end of the driveway, it was surprisingly ok looking. Not that it would have been my first choice but, Charlie didn't know I had enough money in my wallet to by myself a nice, new car. I couldn't study it much longer because it was pooring rain out and it wouldn't look normal if I stayed out in the rain not even acknowledging it. I grabbed my bags by myself this time and dragged them all up to my room at once. Charlie watched in surprise as I easily dragged them up the stairs. The first thing I did was pull out my CD player, stick an Evanescence CD in and turn it up loud enough he wouldn't hear me checking all of my weapons and setting them all up in my closet. That was the good thing about Charlie he'd leave you alone to unpack, a complete impossibility with Renee. The first bag I unpacked was my weapons bags, the suitcase full. I was a little concerned that they might have gotten a little damaged when they threw them around.

Everything looked fine though. I quickly opened my closet pushing away the blankets and crap that was on the various shelves and began placing my weapons on them. Some were in cases, others weren't, select few knives were in black, glass front cases with red velvet lining. I was half way through unpacking when I heard a loud knock on my door. I quickly closed my closet, and flipped the lid of my suitcase closed. I went and opened the door expecting to see Charlie, instead seeing a tall teenage, tanned skined, long haired boy, slightly younger than me.

"Hi, Jacob Black." He held out his hand but I just continued to look at him. "Your Dad to told me to come up and see if you wanted any help unpacking." I didn't say anything but opened the door more to let him in. He hesitantly stepped across the threshold, I could tell he though it was like jumping off a warm, dry, rock into the piercing cold water. They were two completely different places. "You can just sit there, I don't really have much to unpack." He looked from the bag and two suitcases to me and then back to the bed that had the bags on them. I hit the power button on my stereo without pressing stop or anything, only to hear the continuious spinning of the disk as it slowed. I dragged my single bag full of clothes over to the old dresser and started mindlessly stuffing clothes into random drawers whilst my senses were trained on what Jacob was doing.

He was fidgeting, he obviously didn't like being here as much as I did, except his unliking was probably being in a girl's room, where as mine was being in the same house as a cop. I finished putting my clothes away and then threw the bag into the rocking chair that still sat in the corner of the room. "Aren't you going to unpack your other stuff?" he asked reaching for one of my bags of weapons. I quickly stopped him. "Later, there's nothing important in them." I lied quickly, I had been doing that a lot lately. He gave me a questioning look before following me out of the room down to the kitchen. I immediately started coughing and practically choking. I went over to the stove a gruesome, disgusting, thick, smelly, gross thing, was boiling in a pot, I could tell it was Charlie's attempt at supper. He came in when I was staring at the goop in the pot. "Do you mind if I make supper." I choked out, he looked at the pot.

"Go ahead." he said taking the whole pot and throwing it in the trash. Jacob was holding back a laugh behind me as I started combing through the cupboards and the fridge. He had next to no food, I would have to go to the store and get some tomorrow. He had the ingredients for spaghetti so that's what I made. I knew it wouldn't taste like anything because I was forced to eat food all the time when I was living with Renee and Phil, it didn't bother me that much anymore. I would just have to remember to go out and get something tonight. Jacob sat at the table watching me as I cooked. He was staring at me especially when I was cutting up the vegetables for the sauce. "Charlie how big do you want the pieces of vegetables in the sauce?"

"I don't know, so I won't choke on them." he yelled from the living room. I rolled my eyes and began cutting them. I cut them all persicisly the same size and very quickly earning me a curious look from Jacob. When dinner was finished, I served it up and called Charlie and Jacob's father in. "Bella, do you remember Billy?" I looked at the man in the wheel chair and then back to Charlie. "Sorry, no." I sat down at the table as Charlie kept suggesting places where I might remember him from. I finally put my fork down and looked at Charlie, "I don't remember him, I've told you that. If I remembered him I would have told you in the first place." I then turned to Billy. "I would say it's nice to meet you but apparently we've met before, so it's nice to see you again." then conversation began rolling.

"So Bella, since when did you have black hair? I always thought it was brown."

"Since I dyed it two years ago, but you're right my hair is brown." I wanted to be friends with these people, I really did, but I can't, it's for their own good. I push them away, I don't let them know anything, I keep what I say to a minimum. That's the way it is and that's how it's going to stay. I sat in the living room with them after supper and watched re-runs of some lame talk show, probably thinking I'd like it. "Can I change the channel?" Charlie nodded probably wondering what I watch. I picked up the remote "I wonder if Hannibal Rising's on..." I muttered. Jacob spoke up then.

"Thousand bucks says it's not." Billy gave him a sharp look.

"A thousand bucks says you probably don't even have a thousand bucks to be throwing around like that."

"And neither do you , Bella."

"It's a good thing, because I won't be needing it, Hannibal Rising hasn't been on the last few weeks."

"Thousand bucks says if I go through menu to movies, it'll be on Vu 29." Charlie was going to say something to stop me but we had already shook on it. I went into the movie section of the menu without even glancing at the remote or the screen. I scrolled down to the right time and then found Vu 29. I cleared my throat. "Vu 29- Hannibal Rising (All Day)" I hit select and pressed purchase, Charlie almost flipped.

"I'm not going to pay for that!" he yelled. I pulled out my wallet, opened it up and pulled out a fifty dollar bill and tossed it in his direction, even though the movie was only four dollars, it shut him up. I pretty much laughed through the whole thing. As much as he's supposed to be a freak I love his character. He doesn't hesitate to kill anyone, his reflexes are awesome and he goes after people who have done something to him. He shuts down his emotions and everything. Charlie watched me through the movie, half in horror as I laughed when the blood splat across his face. Gaspard Ulliel really did a good job with that part. When the movie was over Jacob was looking absolutely miserable. "You can keep your money, I already have enough." Then I remembered I should be getting a cheque tonight or tomorrow morning and smiled, this probably came off as looking nice. Charlie laughed.

"Bella, you might have a couple hundred dollars, you have only a small amount of money in your education fund, you don't have a lot of money." without responding I pulled out my wallet again and dumped the wad of bills on the coffee table.

"And three cheques for twenty thousand dollars. I have enough money." Charlie took one of the bills and began examining it to make sure it was real. When he was sure it wasn't counterfiet he gave it back, I shoved it into my wallet, which I then put in my pocket. Jacob was looking at me like I was queen of the world. Billy and Charlie were looking at me like I had just announced they won lotto 6-49. Finally after much discussed about money and unanswered questions directed towards me on where I got my money, Billy and Jacob left. "Come back soon?"

"Sure, sure." Jacob yelled from the car. I retreated back to my room as soon as they were in their car, before Charlie could come after me about the money. Why did I decide to show off? Why couldn't I just give him the money for the movie and left it at that? I'm so stupid sometimes.

I turned my CD player back on and began unpacking my weapons again. Even though I wasn't going to be sleeping anytime soon it was always a good thing to not have your weapons all in one place. I stuck a crobar under the matress and a knife under the pillow, not visible to the human eye, but not out of reach in case of attack. I spent my time carefully placing each weapon in specific spots in my closet. At about ten o'clock I turned the CD player off and turned the light off, finished unpacking my last few weapons and then jumped out the window, to go for a run and hunt to be ready for school tomorrow.

I landed gracefully outside my window and made barely any noise doing so, I was happy with that 'dismount'. I raced of into the woods at the edge of Charlie's property. I ran at full speed, moving with grace and ease. I smelt a wolf close by, wolf, arguably the most delicious animal out there. It has sweet blood, but not too sweet, rich blood, but not too rich, the animal has muscle but not too much, enough to have power in it's stride and a toughness about it.

I closed in slowly, enough to watch the beautiful creature in it's last moment of life. Then I pounced and the animal let out it's last howl as I bit into it, it's lifeless body slowly drooping to the ground. I felt the warm blood slowly trickle down my throat, it's blood warming my lips as it passed through into my mouth. Such a beautiful creature, such a pity it had to die to a monster like me. I carefully got rid of the carcuss and then ran back to Charlie's. When I got close enough I could hear him in my bedroom, then on the top of the stairs calling my name. Shit. I couldn't just pop up in my room, I did the first thing I could think of, I crawled in through the bathroom window, thankfully the door was closed so that wouldn't give me away. I flushed the toilet, turned the tap on for a minute or two, then opened the door. "Yeah, Dad?"

"Oh, there you are I thought you snuck out. You could have at least responded."

"Sorry, Dad. I'm going to go to bed now, since I have to go to school tomorrow." He nodded. I dashed back up to my room and flopped down on the bed. Charlie had closed my window, I went over and opened it up again. Night air just seems to have more...freshness, than the air during the day. I sat at the window, the lights turned off, music turned off, only to hear the TV downstairs and the silence outside. I watched the bushes, the street, and the area surrounding the house, there was no one there. At four thirty in the morning I watched as Charlie pulled out of the driveway in the cruiser. Almost as soon as the cruiser left a silver Jaguar pulled up into the driveway. Mustang [my employer's nickname stepped out of the car, he studied the surroundings, I quickly slid out of the view of the window. He headed for the front door. He knocked on the door. I grabbed the I.D. tag I had snagged and brought it with me and jumped out my bedroom window.

I landed silently on the mushy, wet grass. I quickly skimmed the area, no one and nothing around. I got to the corner of the house, there was always some kind of test he made you go through to get your pay, normally the trick was getting it away from him. He was looking around, at various windows in the house. My original plan had been to drop down on him from a window above but I decided not to. I held my breath and came up behind him, silently. Then using my vampire speed I quickly snagged the envelope containing my cheque out of his hand. "Thank-you" I said opening it, he spun around and smiled when he saw me.

"So how's my favorite hitman?" I laughed.

"How well can you be in a place like this? You always have to be alert, there's too many places to hide."

"I agree I felt like I was being watched all the way up the drive way."

"You were." he froze, his eyes skimming the perimeter again. "I was watching you from the moment you pulled in the drive way." now knowing there had to be more to it than just snatching the envelope I let my senses play out into the surrounding area. I could hear the grass mushing slowly behind me, closer, and closer the sound got. I watched mustang as he looked at me, I could see another figure 'reflected' in his eyes. The figure was close enough now, they would now be counting to three, just like we had been taught in training, except I strayed from those rules regularly, you had to keep it all over the place making it look like there was no pattern in your work.

While he was busy counting to three I counted to one, side steped, wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled the knife from my boot and held it to his throat. "Is that all the tricks you've got up your sleeve?" I asked Mustang. He looked very disappointed but nodded. I slowly let the guy go and put the knife back in my boot. Mustang and the other guy got into the Jag and I went back into the house. I went up to my room to change, but not before taking another look around the perimeter and shoving the cheque in my wallet.

I pulled out a pair of black jeans, a dark red tee shirt with black vine-like design on it, and a black jean jacket with dark red on the turned up wrist cuffs. [it's the style of the jacket, it still goes down to the wrists. I had my skateboard shoes on today, I had a knife in a black leather case shoved up my sleeve and a handgun shoved in the inside pocket of the jacket, the pocket was deep enough that the gun wasn't visable. My Blackberry was clipped onto my jeans and set on vibrate, and I had left my hair down, I was ready to go. I looked at the clock, I could leave now.

I grabbed my wallet and shoved it in the school bag Charlie had bought me and grabbed the keys for the truck off the kitchen table and headed out into the dampness of Forks. I quickly scanned the perimeter of the house before stepping out from under the cover of the porch, still nothing. I quickly locked the door and walked down the driveway to my truck. I have to say I miss the crunching of the gravel from my mother's house, at least then it was easier to tell if someone was following you. When I unlocked the truck door I turned around to do one final scan, almost expecting someone to be right behind me, like I said before, too many places for people to hide. It would be great if you were hunting someone, but not if you're the one being hunted. I quickly got into the truck.

I could tell it had been cleaned but it still smelt like, peppermint, tabaco, and leather. I would have to remember to get an air freshener, I really didn't like the smell of leather, it reminded me of cow, which only made me thirst for blood. Lucky for the people of Forks I had fed last night, hence the reason my eyes were orange and not red, they were changing closer to the 'vegetarian' golden eyes. I'm in the business, I see blood all the time, of course there's the occasion when I drink some of it. Thankfully for them, I could force out the scent of human blood, also due to being in the business and seeing it everyday. Yet as soon as I drove up to the school, the scent was over-powering...

A/N- So was that any good? Please review!!! Um pics of everything are on my bio page!