Isabella Swan is a well-trained assassin, code name Phoenix. She's the best of the best and people call her when they have a problem that needs a bullet in the head. She's a ghost and doesn't exist and can accomplish a hit without ever being seen.
Her life is her own.
A big pay out comes her way when she is hired to take out a wealthy heir to a rival company of the powerful Marcus Volturi. The target is a young, smart, and handsome, Edward Cullen. Phoenix is told to kill him, but there is one small catch.
She has get close to him, but how close is too close? As Phoenix stalks her mark, getting deeper and deeper into his world, she soon realizes that there are some things that even she can't control...her heart.
It doesn't matter how good her aim is, some targets are just too hard to hit.
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Moving up his body, I notice that he is young. A lot younger than I expect him to look. He looks like he's in his early to mid-twenties.
Far too young to be marked.
However, this little tidbit is not what keeps me from putting a bullet in his heart.
I know this man.
"Pull the trigger. Now!" my contact shouts frantically at me.
The target's eyes scan the narrow street, looking for his town car and missing fiancé. I watch him through the scope of my gun, completely captivated by his fluent movements, and unruly hair, rusted copper in color.
I breathe in through my nose, holding it in my lungs before slowly letting it out my mouth. The voice in my ear is shouting and ordering for me to kill him.
Closing my eyes for just a second, I regain my composure and remind myself that I have a job to do. Regardless if I knew this man—loved this man even—his life was already sold to the highest bidder…me.
He is out of time.
Reopening my eyes, I proceed to finish the task I was hired to do.
I aim for his head and pull the trigger.
Coming to fanfiction and The Writers Coffee Shop Library December 1, 2011
