Warriors and Amazons

'C-2 Help!

Edward POV

The hit was just below, but my mind kept drifting back to Anita. It distracted me from my clean shot;, shit. I did not come to be Death by missing a hit; and all because someone called on the phone for that matter. Get your shit together Edward. You must finish the hit first, and then help Anita. I’m here, and I’m going to finish this, now.

I closed the cell, pointed the high-point riffle with a silencer to the man below. A couple of blinks to make sure that the shot would hit the precise spot to ensure accuracy, then bam, dead. I put everything in the case and my sunglasses went on.

I took the stairs down, and out of the building, walking by a crowd of police officers, but they were nothing to worry about. They walked by me with out even saying a word. Maybe it was because they saw my outer ego and not the killer inside, letting me through and out of the building.

I climbed into the Hummer and headed east. I was dropping everything for her. No one would ever catch me saying how I felt about her, but she is everything to me. Anita is my soul, my reason for living. My world is dead, and she is my life. If she dies, we both will die, because there will be nothing left to pick up. I will kill every one of those bastards and none of them would survive. If they think I am gruesome now, they haven’t seen anything yet.

However, my mind ran back to what Anita had said on the phone. She’d sounded scare, and she should be. If I’d thought that, the bastard would cross-territories so easy and move heaven and earth to get what he wanted. I should have taken more precautions with her, and at least told her who he was instead of letting her go blind. Now was not the time for blindness.

A few days ago, I got a call. "Watch your back Eddy boy, and that little nice brunette of yours," was all he had said. I should have known, the bastard. He and I went back when I started hating vampires and weres. He has a mark on his head, and even has a slot in my little black book. The longest that’s ever been in there, but he’s better than I am, that good that I haven't been able to come across him again. If he was in the US, he must have been looking for me. But that puts Anita in the middle of a battle that could end up badly. Just the thought made me speed up. I had to get there, to save her.

It was not going to be an easy target. If it’s who I’m thinking it is, Anita would be even more vulnerable. This particular bastard was physically an Angel. She wouldn’t be able to resist him. He was a powerful master vampire with more security than even the President of the US, or the Queen of England. He was one tough son of bitch to catch last time I’d checked. It wasn’t going to be an easy target.

I was desperate. I needed help. Who better to help Death than Hell herself, so I called her,. But her real name is Nushara, and she’s my twin sister. Yes, I have a sister, a twin sister actually. We are pretty close, so close that she’s even in the same business as I am. Apart from Anita, she is the best thing in my life, but she doesn’t like me calling her, something about me always getting her into trouble…

Nushara is an inch shorter than I am. Plus, she has the curves of a belly dancer. If she wasn’t my sister, I’d find her to be quite a catch. She has waist long, straight, natural bleach blond hair and her blue eyes are as cold as a winter storm. If mine are bad, hers will make the devil shake. She is the only one other than Anita that I’d trust with my life. I dialed her number, waiting for her to answer, but the phone rang and rang and still no answer. Damn it, Nushara, pick up!



TBC...