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Breaking the Rules

Edward Masen was the perfect spy. He was intelligent, fast, dashing. Oh, and being immortal helped a lot, too. Vampires run the show at the most elite spy agency in the world. What happens when someone finds out what they are and knows how to destroy them? Very AU.

I KNOW! Don't tell me, for I know what you are thinking. ANOTHER STORY?! We're still waiting for updates on that one you left on a cliffhanger MONTHS AGO! Welp, I write what I want to write, and I wanted to write a spy story :) I hope you like it.

5. Fear

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The best thing to do, I told myself, was not to get angry. I could find a logical way out of my predicament...

My captors had driven me far away from where the Duke lived. The two whose minds I could read had obviously been warned about my power. Alice, the tiny excited one, kept repeating the Arabic alphabet in her mind. Rosalie, the vain one, had a much easier time blocking me out. She gazed at her reflection in the window and thought about how great she was. I didn't dare tell them that I couldn't read Bella's mind.

When we stopped, Alice and Rosalie escorted me into a building, and after many, many twists and turns, lightly pushed me into a chair. It wasn't your garden variety, uncomfortable hostage chair. It was a cushy armchair. I frowned. I mean, I wasn't even tied down. Of course, they knew that I knew that if I made a move for the door or attempted to take off my blind fold, they would be all over me.

Bella was a few minutes behind us, considering she was human. She probably had her gun pointed right at me.

“Just sit tight, Edward,” said Alice.

That was the last thing said for three hours. I started to get impatient.

Where is the interrogation, here?” I asked quietly.

Alice laughed. “You're not very patient. We'll have to work on that.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “And why exactly do we have to work on that?” Sometimes you could figure out what a captor wants by listening to the questions they ask you, or the side comments they make.

She giggled again. “Just you wait.”

I sighed and leaned back in my chair. I wasn't going to push it any further. There were quite a few odd things about my situation, and I didn't want to complicate it any further.

First of all, these people knew exactly who I was. Nobody outside of the Organization knew who I was... which meant there was a leak. Someone was informing on us.

Second, I was comfortable. If they wanted a ransom they would make me as uncomfortable as possible, so Headquarters would send money before their #1 employee was destroyed.

And the most confusing part of all was that they had tired to kill me. I certainly had not forgotten about the house that exploded on me in the Hamptons. Bella's voice was the one I heard on the speaker, just before the explosion. If they had intended to kill me then and failed, this would be the perfect opportunity to try again.

Alice's phone buzzed in her pocket. Seconds later, she pulled the blindfold off of my face. Just as my vision cleared, I felt Rosalie snap something around my ankle.

"What is that?" I asked darkly. Alice tossed the blindfold aside.

"Well, we can't have you disobeying us. That's just a bit of insurance."

I bit back my sharp retort and glanced around the room. It was dim, lit by a single overhead light. We must have been in the basement, because the concrete walls had no windows and the air smelled vaguely like damp earth. Bella was sitting just how I imagined her, lazily pointing her gun at my chest.

"I've just been informed that it's safe to tell you what you get to do now," said Alice.

"Finally," breathed Rosalie. Talk about a bore. I don't know why Esme assigned me to this job. Nobody important even gets to see my face, she thought.

Alice pulled a chair over and sat in front of me. She crossed her legs. "So, how are you? Comfortable, I hope."

"As comfortable as a captive can be, I suppose," I replied skeptically.

"Good!" she exclaimed. "I bet you're wondering why you're not dead."

"Something like that, yes. Although, I'm pretty sure I have it figured out."

Rosalie laughed harshly. "Oh, really?"

I smirked. "You need me," I answered simply.

"Yep!" exclaimed Alice. "And because you have all the money you could possibly need at your disposal, we figured this was the best way. We couldn't offer you a monetary incentive, so we just took you."

I nodded. In any other circumstances I would have been paying attention. It was when Alice started talking, however, that I heard the voices of Jasper and Emmett in my head.

Get in, get him, get out, thought Emmett.

If I activate the object, Carlisle would probably get angry. The sonic version would be nice, and it does use a lot less power. Alice's words were much, much better to listen to than Jasper's technical mumbo-jumbo.

“What exactly do you need me for anyway? I mean, you could have killed me with that trick at the mansion you know? And in any case, I was demoted because of you.” I scowled. “Bodyguard work.”

Bella grinned. “I know. We needed to test you. If you survived we got to use you, and that you were the one for the job. If not...” she trailed off.

“I got demoted to bodyguard work,” I muttered again. I sat still, ignoring Alice, and listened to the thoughts of Emmett and Jasper. They were going to rescue me soon and this all would be over.

Alice cleared her throat. “Oh, and Edward, we know your friends are coming. Our other agents will convince them you're dead, so you might as well stop paying attention to them and pay more attention to me now, okay?”

“They wouldn't believe you,” I growled. I was struggling to stay seated. Two vampires and a human with a gun was easy, but I had no idea what the thing on my ankle was, so I didn't want to push it.

“Oh, just stop your worrying so we can get to the good stuff. We wont hurt your little friends... if they go without a fuss, anyway.”

“What do you need me for?” I repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time. If I wasn't careful with my anger, I had a feeling that little device on my ankle could probably fry me to a crisp.

Alice took a deep breath, as if what she was about to say was painful. I looked behind her, and Rosalie seemed to be getting antsy. Both of them were very clearly avoiding even thinking about it. I didn't know what could possibly make a group of vampires scared.

Bella decided to talk for them. “There is a group of people, a group of vampires, that your boss made a treaty with years ago, a group that is causing quite a lot of problems for basically the entire world. Your boss says that he wont do anything about them because he used to be a part of them, and he wouldn't want to burn that bridge. It's really because he knows that if he sent his agents in, they would be massacred.”

I knew exactly who she was talking about. A feeling that I never, ever experienced rose in my throat.


“You're insane,” I whispered.

Everyone knew that if you tried to take them on, you would fail miserably. It was in the book, for God's sake.

Rule Number Six For Vampire Spies – Never, under any circumstances, take on the Volturi.