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.
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Soon after I had been fully debriefed by the girls, I was shown to a bedroom that I was to stay in until we were ready to depart. Three days, they said, until we had to leave. Specifics about the mission would be given to me sometime before we left.
The room was lavish compared to the ones we had at headquarters. Against one wall was a king-sized bed, and on the opposite wall was a flat screen television. The bathroom had a jacuzzi bathtub and massive shower.
Despite all the niceties, though, I knew there was no way to escape. The doorway was surrounded by sensors that were, without a doubt, connected to the device on my ankle. Because we were underground, there were no windows to climb out of. And after a careful inspection (which may or may not have involved running headlong into the wall), I discovered that the room's walls were reinforced with solid concrete.
"Dammit," I growled.
After I showered, I was looking through the clothes that were in the closet. Before I could dress, there was a knock at the door. It swung open a second later.
Bella was standing there, shielding her eyes. "I hope your not naked!" she exclaimed.
"You're going to be disappointed," I shrugged. I was just glad I had a towel wrapped around my waist.
She sighed and moved her hand from her face. "Nobody is really ever naked when you say that..." she muttered. I expected her to be embarrassed, but she stayed where she was and put her hands on her hips. "There's something that we need to consider before going on a mission this risky."
"Would it be the fact that the Volturi are invincible and our mission is suicide?" I asked, glaring.
She smiled. "Not exactly. It has to do with Aro."
I resisted the urge to shiver at his name. He was the leader of the Volturi, not someone to be messed with.
"Do you know what his power is, Masen?" she asked.
"Nobody knows that." Aro's power was a secret more protected than any in the majority of the world's governments.
Bella smirked. "We do. And it presents a big problem. And I'll go inside to tell you about it, but there are things you have to know first."
"And they are?" I asked, clenching my teeth.
"First of all, if you lay a hand on me, you'll be fried to a crisp. Your pretty anklet will make sure of that. Second, in order to stay safe, you have to do everything I tell you. Third... put some clothes on before I vomit."
My mouth fell open. No woman had ever told me that I made them want to vomit.
Bella laughed. "Get used to it, stud. Your looks are nothing special around here." With that, she closed my door. "You have ten seconds!" she called.
Ten seconds later, the door opened and Bella walked in. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, buttoning the last button on my shirt.
"So?" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.
Bella leaned against the wall. "If I tell you this, you are agreeing to help us. And to trust us. We don't want to hurt you during this process, Edward. We need your help."
"You have a funny way of showing it," I muttered.
Bella ignored me. "If Aro touches you, he can read every thought you've ever had in an instant."
"So this really is a suicide mission, then? Do you know how much hell you guys are going to go through when the Organization finds out? I'm their best guy! They cannot afford to lose me!" I growled. I took a long, deep breath to calm myself.
"We're not planning on losing you," she said. "What I'm going to show you now is very important. You know about encoded images, right?"
"Of course. One picture made up of a thousand other pictures... you see one but your subconscious sees them all. But I don't understand why that applies."
"We've discovered that certain images can, putting it simply, cancel out memories and replace them with others," Bella explained. She watched me carefully, scrutinizing my face.
I paused. "Replace my memories? So I'll just be missing whatever parts of my life you choose to wipe away?"
"Temporarily. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Masen. This technology is extremely experimental. I sincerely hope you don't die."
"But I haven-"
I was silenced when she pressed a button on her watch and slipped on a pair of sunglasses that she pulled out of her blazer. The television flicked on and I couldn't look away. I faintly heard the sound of the door close...
And then my subconscious took over. Hours passed in a matter of seconds; a hundred thousand images flashed before my eyes. My brain clouded as I struggled to hold onto who I was.
I was Edward Masen, international super spy. I had a license to kill, worked for the Organization, best in the business.
I couldn't close my eyes... I felt my memories slipping away.
Edward Masen. I had a license to... drive. Worked for the organ donors... My dog was best in show?
I tried to close my eyes, but the images kept coming and wouldn't let me go. The hours ticked away like seconds. I couldn't fight it. Memories that felt so real flooded my brain, tricking every part of my body to believe they were the truth.
I was Edward... Cullen.
Edward Cullen, expert assassin. I had an interview with the Volturi in two days. I had been trained by the Organization before breaking Rule Five. Instead of being thrown in the incinerator, I went rogue.
I was snapped into the present when I heard her voice.
"Edward," she murmured from her usual spot on the bed.
I smiled. "I'm sorry, my dear. I blanked out for a moment." I was sitting at the foot of the bed.
"Edward, come here."
Bella Swan... she was the one who I'd broken Rule Five for.
Rule Number Five For Vampire Spies – Don't, under any circumstances, have a sexual relationship with a human.
I met Bella in France, while I was doing bodyguard work for the Organization. We fell in love during our first dance. When the Organization found out, they told us we were both dead, so we ran. That was six months ago... and since then, I had been taking work as an assassin.
Bella and I couldn't stay anywhere for very long, though. We were currently hiding out in an underground safe house. Getting a job with the Volturi would mean protection. No more running.
"Edward," she laughed. "Are you alright?"
I climbed up next to her and put my arms around her. "Yes, everything is alright." I kissed her forehead. "Thank you for staying with me, Bella. I know this life is probably different than you thought it'd be.
"The life of an ex-spy, turned assassin? It's not so different from my life before, really," she said, shrugging.
I laughed. "Silly, Bella."
I was absolutely positive that Bella had no idea what the life of a spy was like. I would have bet my life on it.