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A/n: Hi all of my lovely fans. As you can now see, I once again have a new story.
For those who are worried about my other stories, do not worry, I have definitely not stopped writting them, trust me. I just had this idea in my head for a long idea, so I just decided to right the prologue and chapter 1 before I forgot the idea.
You might be a bit confused about the prologue, but don't worry, the first chapter will also be put up with it and a lot of things will be explained.
Once again, for all those interest, which chances are will be most of you, this story will NOT be updated regularly. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. But don't worry about me never updating, I will, but at the moment, I am concentrating on my other story 'It's a Magical Life'. That story is quite popular, and I am already hard pressed as it is. But if thi story turns out to be just as popular, chances are updates will be more regular.

Well, anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

The Black Rose.

Summary: Black Rose is the most dangerous and efficient Assassin. No one knows who it is; all that's known is that whoever has the displeasure of meeting this Assassin; they don't live to tell the tale. Now, however, Black Rose has been given a mission that is not usually their type of job. And unfortunately, this job would change Black Roses life forever. EdwardxBella. Cullen's are still vampires. Bella is still human.

Prologue:

"Johnson, this is your last chance, go to our friend and get my money. If he shows you any excuses, knock him about a little."

"Yes Sir." Johnson agreed, flexing his muscles.

The man grinned harshly. "Perfect, now leave, and don't return unless Simons has handed you my money."

Johnson nodded "Yes Sir." He then turned and left the office.

The man, Mr James Hardstone, rubbed his temples, trying to ease the headache he can feel building. He wondered why he was always surrounded by bumbling idiots. Twice now, Johnson had failed to get him his money from Simons. Thomas Simons had borrowed 500,000 dollars from Mr Hardstone a year and a half ago, and according to the contract he signed, he was supposed to pay the money back (with interest) six months ago. Now the Bastard had the gall to avoid handing the money over.

Mr Hardstone sighed and walked over to his liquor cabinet. After pouring himself a generous amount of whiskey, he walked back to his desk and perched himself on the side, facing the huge window that showed a marvellous view of night time New York.

He stared out at the large city. Many times had Mr Hardstone thought about his 45 years of life. When he was a kid, he had always dreamed of turning into a big shot lawyer. That dream had come true a decade ago. He had his own law firm, lots of money and was known all over the USA, but it wasn't enough. He loved the feeling of having people fear you, to have that control over them. He would blackmail and threaten anyone who could give him what he wanted. Now he was known as one of the most well known mobsters in the United Stated, well, at least the best known to the criminals. Of course, on Mondays to Fridays, he was a normal high class lawyer, but on the weekends, his law firm was unknowingly open to crooks looking for an easy way out, business men that was desperate for money, and people looking to create false documents.

He often worked close to one J. Jenks, who had settled in downtown Seattle when handling illegal business, and had his uptown office when dealing with legitimate cases.

The difference between Jenks and Mr Hardstone however, was the fact that Jenks was weak. He was absolutely terrified that one day his illegal clients would have Jenks killed. Jenks had often complained about one of his clients, a Mr Cullen, was absolutely terrifying to deal with. However, Jenks couldn't exactly turn down business with Mr Cullen, due to the fact that he was practically dripping with money. What Mr Hardstone would do to have a client like that!

Mr Hardstone sighed once again before tilting his head back and swallowing the last gulp of the strong alcohol. Placing his glass down on the desk, Mr Hardstone yawned and ran his hand through his greying hair. He looked down at his expensive Rolex watch and his eyebrows rose at the sight of the time. 11:48, it was almost midnight! He wondered where the time had gone, and he realised that it was spent dealing with worthless employees who thought that one plus one equalled three. He really ought to fire them.

Standing up, he stretched his arms over his head, letting out a load groan while doing so. Walking over to his computer, he shut down all programs before turning it off completely. He was happy that he had this weekend off and not have to worry about his criminal clients. It was his son Jason's eighth birthday and his ex-wife had made him promise to come. The marriage hadn't lasted long, not that Mr Hardstone minded. The woman was a complete bitch who had slept with half the men on their street when they had lived together. He wasn't even sure if Jason was his, but the ex-wife still made him pay a hefty child support anyway.

"Lousy bitch." Mr Hardstone whispered harshly.

"Who is?" A feminine voice asked behind him.

Mr Hardstone spun around and his mouth fell open to see an extremely sexy woman leaning against his closed door. He hadn't even heard it open or close, but at the moment, he wasn't worried about the breach in his security, the security that was needed when in his line of work. No, the only thought on his mind was that this woman was appealing to him in ways that he desperately needed relief from.

The woman was dressed head to toe in black. She was wearing an expensive two piece black suit with a black shirt that had the top few buttons undone, leaving a view at her cleavage. She had on black peep toe high heels and her mahogany hair was left draped down her back and shoulders. Her skin was pale and fragile looking and her lips were painted with a plump blood red lipstick, the only colour that was on her.

Mr Hardstone swallowed the lump in his throat and preyed to God that it wasn't obvious that he was turned on by this mystery girl. Yes, girl. Now that he had had a good look at her, he could see that she wasn't much older than eighteen, if that.

"Are you lost?" Mr Hardstone asked. Maybe she was an assistant to one of the other occupants on this building and had managed to lose her way. It would be his pleasure to help her find her bearings.

The girl smiled sweetly. "No." She answered.

"Then what are you doing in my office?" he demanded. The lump in his throat came back as he watched the girl sashay her way towards him.

Once she was close enough that he could feel her body heat, she stopped. He had to sit down in his posh office chair, she was that close. "I'm here for you of course." She whispered in a low sultry voice.

My Hardstone shivered, silently impressed that this young woman could seduce men like the best of them.

Her hands drifted to his hips and slowly lifted, brushing agonizingly slowly along his chest, then back down again. He groaned when she stopped her ministrations, but then sighed when she started again.

"Who are you?" He asked, desperately wanting to know her name.

He looked down at her lips as she licked them in contemplation. Those luscious lips of hers smirked when he let out another groan.

"Everyone knows who I am." She whispered in his ear.

"I don't."

She let out a low chuckle. "No? Well, I'm not surprised. Although everyone knows my name, no one can match it to a face."

"What do you mean?" Mr Hardstone whispered.

The girl slowly and gently kissed up his neck, as if it was the finest and most fragile glass and she didn't want it to break. It was making him lose his train of thought. "Usually, those who find out my identity end up dead." She told him.

"What?" He asked, snapping out of his muddled thoughts.

"You heard me, they end up dead."

My Hardstone gasped and tried to get out of his seat, only to realise that the girl had somehow tied his hands to the arms of the chair. He hadn't even noticed! And now, he was in great shit, because he had a nagging feeling that he knew who this girl was. Sweat dripped down his forehead and down his back when he realised the danger he was in.

"Who are you?!" He asked again.

The girl laughed. "I'm quite sure that you've figured who I am by now, but I'll say it anyway." Her hands ghosted up over his body and firmly held his face in between them. A shiver of fear rushed down Mr Hardstone's spine. The girl brought her lips close to his ear, letting her hot breath drift over the sensitive skin. "I am Black Rose." She whispered before snapping his neck.

Mr Hardstone knew no more.

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