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Cozener

Summary:
All she can do is fight. Fight, and never back down or give up. Never show any hurt or pain, be brave and show her enemies a strong face. War is a hard thing to do. Bella Swan is close to just losing it. Her fiance is kept down with the power of another Volturi member, who is ruthlessly trying to capture her and all of her family-siblings and Cullens. She's the only one who can stop the fight. But can she find it in herself to do it? Sequel to Deceiver.


Notes:
Most charecters are owned by Stephenie Meyers. Becka, Aaron, Alex, KJ, Jasmine and the new Volturi members are all just a prt of my imagination that I created to go with the plot.


9. Chapter 9

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I quickly threw on a grey turtle neck and some black jeans along with some tennis shoes before grabbing my purse and the list Becka gave me of what to get her while out and about. Then I quickly ran outside to meet Edward by my car.

He grinned at me, standing beside the driver’s door. I knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t going to get it. This was my car. He never let me drive the Volvo, so he couldn’t drive my Mustang.

“No,” was all I said as I brushed past him and took the keys from his hand. I stepped into the car and sat down, placing the keys into the ignition and twisting them.

He glared at me as he walked around the front of the car and sat inside in the passenger seat. “Why do you get to drive?” he asked in frustration.

I smiled smugly as I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway that went through most of the town, much like back in Forks. “Because it’s my car, and you couldn’t handle it.”

He raised his eyes indignantly. “You think I can’t handle this car? It’s nothing compared to the Aston Martin,” he said doubtfully. I raised my eyes, touched a button next to the dashboard and suddenly the windows got dark, protecting Edward from the small amount of sun coming from outside. He looked wide eyed at the changes.

“Aaron managed to trick my car out without completely killing it,” I told him after a short silence. “It can do a bit more than your Aston Martin now, I think.”

He glowered at my car, as if it was the reason he had just been one upped, and not me and Aaron for changing it around a bit. “I suppose,” he relented. I knew how much it must have took for him to give up. Cars seemed to be sacred to the male species.

I patted his hand. “It’s alright. The Aston Martin is still a great car—better than mine. But the difference is that mine can do more than yours can,” I said reassuringly.

He shook his head with a sigh. “Do you really take so much pleasure at wounding my ego? It’s already pretty much destroyed; let me keep some of it.” I knew without him saying anything that he wasn’t talking about cars now.

“I’m sure Emmett will love hearing you talk like this,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood. “He would be shocked that Mr. Know-it-all doubts himself.”

It worked: he cracked a small smile, and his eyes softened slightly. He shook his head. “I agree. Emmett would be quite disappointed at my attitude, wouldn’t he?”

I nodded, and gave a very Emmett-ish response. “Hell yeah!” I exclaimed, before bursting out laughing. He followed, and we laughed as I drove on the slowly darkening highway.

I peered out the window as my laughter subsided. It was getting too dark almost for midday. Clouds were rolling in quickly, black and menacing. I was suddenly worried about making it to Moab.

Edward noticed my anxiety. “Don’t worry; storms up in the mountains come in fast and unexpectedly. It’s probably nothing.” Despite his words though, he cast a wary glance at the black sky.

It was then that I felt something large coming down at us. I turned at looked worriedly at the mountain beside us, feeling something moving fast. It took me a moment to realize what it was. When I did, I pushed down hard on the gas petal and we zoomed down the road. Edward looked at me questionagnly.

“Land slide,” I said in a grim voice. “And I don’t think its natural.”