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Deceiver

Summary:
Leaving behind everything that matters to her, she heads off to her own personnal hell to protect the ones she loves... After being blackmailed by the Volturi to join them, Bella and her coven go to Italy, breaking many people's hearts. While the others mourn, they fight to escape their jail. And when the do, what will they find in the world they left behind? Banner by Iris!


Notes:
Third installment of the Untruthful Series. I suggest you read the others first. All charecters except Becka, Aaron, Alex, KJ and Jasmine belong to Stephenie Meyers.


5. Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

“Where do you think we should start?” Becka asked as we ran down the mountain she had teleported on. Snow flew up around us, making it seem like a small avalanche was occurring. Many humans dove out of the way, unaware of what was really there.

“I think we should go to one of the stations around here to ask where the most recent murders or disappearances have been, and where they were the most common,” I said.

She nodded. “Good idea. We’ll have to be careful though.”

“No, really?” I asked, rolling my eyes. “Now just teleport us there so we don’t scare the humans.”

With a sheepish grin she grabbed my hand, and suddenly we were in the dark forest behind a ranger’s station. It was made of wood, and a small amount of smoke came up through a narrow chimney. It almost reminded me of Hansel and Gretel. Except we weren’t going to get eaten.

“I brought us some fake IDs,” Becka murmured to me, passing a small black wallet to me. There was a picture of me with some agency printed next to it and a fake driver’s license.

“These are really nice,” I said quietly as we stepping inside the warm room, where many posters about how to do things safely hung against the wall. There was a desk in the back of the room, where a middle aged woman sat.

Becka went up to her, and I followed. “Hi, I’m Ana and this is my partner Isabel. We’re here investigating all of the odd disappearances lately,” she told the shocked women, her voice full of false authority. I almost had to laugh at how forceful she sounded. She shot me a look, and I sobered immediately.

“Well, I-I’m not the person you need to-to talk to,” the secretary stuttered. I stepped forward, and saw the plaque on the desk. Michelle Blanc.

“Mrs. Blanc,” I said, observing the golden band on her ring finger. “Could you please tell us who to talk to?” I looked at her intently, letting the full force of my intent gaze show.

When I was human, Edward was the one who affected me the most when he did this. But after I was changed, I realized that I could do this to anyone and have it work if I did it right. It was the fire in our eyes that overwhelmed humans. The force of a being so much more powerful than themselves.

“Oh, well…you would need to go talk to Mr. Saint-Claire. He is the head ranger for this part of the mountains.” she sputtered quickly, obviously trying to get free from my hypnotic stare. “He’s just back there.” She stood and pointed to an oak door behind her desk.

We both quietly thanked her and glided to the room she had pointed out. It felt so good to be out of my cloak, though some of the movements stayed with me. I normally never glided, but now that was how I usually walked in the presence of people outside my coven.

I quickly knocked on the door, the sound coming out in an agitated staccato. Becka raised her eyes at me, trying to find the reason for my impatience. She wouldn’t be able to find it since even I wasn’t sure. I had a feeling that we needed to hurry. A voice warily said to come in.

A man sitting at a small wooden desk looked up, startled, as we came in. He had black hair, though there were some streaks of gray in it. He was wearing a red rugby sweatshirt, and gray sweatpants. His eyes went glassy when he saw us for a moment, and then he regained his composure.

“Hello. What can I do for you ladies?” he asked smoothly, looking at us with a serious expression. I was impressed: few human males could keep there cool around us. It was very different. I guessed he took his job seriously.

Becka and I quickly showed our IDs. “We’re here investigating the disappearances and murders in the area. Could you tell us the area where you have found the most bodies?” I inquired, my tone business like, almost bored.

He bought the fake business act. He nodded and stood up, going over to a map of this immediate area. Pulling out a red marker, he outlined the area. It was a small valley resting between two relatively tiny mountains.

“None of the rangers are sure why so many people have been getting hurt in this area. It’s a bunny slope almost; only one area poses any danger, and only during the winter months when that area in icy,” he said, gesturing to a small lake in the valley.

“Has anyone found any evidence to prove this wasn’t just ski accidents?” Becka asked. There was a frown on her face; she saw the same truth I did.

A vampire would go to the easy area for easy, young kills. Not many older people would use this area. Only young children would go on this mountain, maybe with their parents teaching them. This vampire seemed to have developed a taste preference.

“Well,” Mr. Saint-Clair looked at us uncertainly. “There have been odd marks on all the bodies we have found. It almost looks like a bite mark or something.” He laughed, but it was anxious. “It’s almost like a vampire is stalking the Alps!”

We both laughed, our voices crystal chimes compared to his. He couldn’t hear the unease in our voices, though. If he knew it were really vampires…

“I don’t really think vampires would be stalking around here. Much, much too sunny,” I teased him, letting myself flirt slightly. My heart clenched as I did, though I didn’t feel anything but unease. I was on such a fritz lately. I missed Edward so much, but while he wasn’t here, I had to do whatever I could to get information.

His eyes glazed again, and he blinked. “You’re…you’re right. How silly of me. I guess I have been reading one too many books, haven’t I?”

Both Becka and I laughed. “Thank you Mr. Saint-Clair. You’ve given us what we need to know. Have a nice day,” Becka said politely, retreating out the door. With a small wave to the flustered man, I quickly followed.

After we walked past the secretary and out the door into the cool air of the mountains, I quickly told Becka where to go. “Take us to the mountain right above the valley, near that lake. I’ll keep us hidden,” I hissed quickly.

She looked at me in confusion. “Why don’t we just go to the valley?”

I sighed. “After all these years…” I muttered to myself. She let out a huff, and I chuckled. “Becka, if we go the valley, the newborn will know we’re looking for him. Also, we’ll have a better vantage point higher up.”

She blinked once. “Oh, right. I knew that. I was just making sure you did.”

I laughed. “Sure Becka, sure.”

She sighed and grabbed my hand. We were now on the mountain above the valley, once again having to deal with the distraction of bright sunlight. It would be hard to spot a newborn here with the ground sparkling as it did.

Becka spoke my thoughts out loud. “Why couldn’t the newborn be attacking people in a dark forest or someplace less shiny?” she groaned.

I shrugged. “Because then it would be too easy.”

She rolled her eyes. “Jane and Felix always get the easy missions,” she grumbled. “I mean, while we’re here in the shiny snow, they get to be out in Amazon, with plenty of food and dark shadows and those pretty skirts…”

I patted her shoulder. “Beck, I think you’re thinking of Hawaii,” I said. Then my tone grew dark. “Don’t forget they don’t keep to the same diet as us. They wouldn’t care if there were bears galore. They want a human buffet.”

Her eyes narrowed. “True.”

I took a deep breath, looking out into the valley. There was a lake near us, its waves glistening a bright blue sheen. Next to it, something sparkled, while a small dark object screamed…

“Crap!” I exclaimed, running down the mountain as quickly as I could. Becka, after a moment of shock, took off after me, catching up with her unique ability.

“What’s wrong?” she demanded. Instead of answering, I pointed to the lake. As I did, I created a shield and pushed the newborn back from the young human girl who was whimpering by the waters edge.

Without a word, she vanished, and reappeared beside the vampire. Just as I ran up, a leg narrowly missed hitting my face. I caught it, and brought it over to Becka, who was lighting up a pile of limbs. She threw it in with a look of disgust on her face.

“That’s a new record for you,” I commented dryly. She shrugged, and motioned to the small girl. She was bleeding heavily from a wound at the neck.

“You take care of her. I’m not killing anyone else today.”

I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. I had never killed a human before, let alone an innocent young one. A vision came to my mind of a toddler being ripped to pieces by Jasmine when we first found her.

I walked over to the young girl, crouching down, and gently pushing her hair out of her face. She had light brown hair with natural blonde highlights. It was naturally curly and stuck up everywhere. Her eyes opened slightly, and the brown orbs captured my own. They showed the pain she was feeling, and my heart went out to her instantly.

“How old are you?” I whispered quietly to her, in the gentlest voice I could muster.

Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she got her voice. “I…I just turned…eight,” she gasped out. I gently touched her face. “Please,” she begged. “Can you stop the fire? It hurts so bad, just like when I touched the stove while mommy was cooking dinner.”

My heart broke. She was so innocent, so clueless to the cruel world around her in a way only a child could be. I couldn’t kill this young one. She had so much she could do still in the world.

I quickly glanced over at Becka, who had out her phone. I could hear Alex’s voice on the other end, so I knew she wouldn’t notice what I was about to do.

I took a deep breath, and lowered my lips to the little girl’s neck. I pressed against her bite slightly, letting the blood come up into my mouth along with the venom.

I wanted to gag. The taste of human blood was horrible, even though it smelled somewhat pleasant. Mixed with the venom, it was the worst thing I had ever tasted. I sucked it into my mouth though, until there was no more venom in her.

I quickly spit up the blood, wiping my mouth as I retched. Shaking my head, I looked back at the girl. She was looking at me thankfully, a smile on her pink lips.

“Thank you,” she mumbled. Then she blinked slightly. “Are you my guardian angel?” she asked hopefully. I chuckled, ruffling her hair.

“No,” I said quietly, shaking my head. “I’m just someone trying to become an angel.”

She looked at me thoughtfully. “Well, you should be. You got rid of the fire.” Then she blinked. “What’s your name?” I bowed my head at the mind of a child’s. They were so concerned with everything, thought they didn’t understand any of it.

“My names Isabella, but everyone calls me Bella. What’s you’re name?” I asked playfully as I picked her up. Becka had just gotten off the phone with Alex, and was looking at me in bemusement.

“My name is Sophie,” she said, her eyes closing. I guessed that the blood loss was finally getting to her.

“Sweet dreams Sophie,” I whispered, giving her a light kiss on her forehead.

“What did you do?” Becka hissed.

“I shucked the venom out,” I said with a shrug. “She was old enough that she could handle the degree of blood loss it takes to suck it all out. All she’ll have is a shiny little scar, like me.”

Becka shook her head. “You’re unbelievable,” she muttered.

I grinned. Someone else had told me that once before as well. “I know I am Becka. But thanks for telling me.”

With a heavy sigh, she took my hand and we were off to the hospital.