Learning not to Back Down

The Michaels law firm had been around for about 150 years. It was started by James Michaels, a close friend of mine. When he started the law firm Edward and I were happy to have a lawyer we could trust and that would keep out secret. after James came Marshall then John I love all three of these men, they were very dear friends. So when John die there was no ifs and or buts about it I was going to that wake and funeral. I also had to meet John's son one of the things that we asked of our lawyers is that no one know that we were there clients. This meant that there family's would ever meet us and we would never meet them. When one man would retire or die Edward and I would go in and introduce ourselves and tell the new man the rules.
When I meet John's son I knew he was nothing like his father. There was a coldness in his eyes that would fit a shark. I introduced myself to him at the wake and set up a meeting with him for two weeks later.
The meeting was horrid. I walked in to his office and took a seat and waited for him to talk by know he would have read the files on me and my life and the past lives I had. I waited for the shock and anger that had come with his predictors. There was none of that, just a coldness in him that slightly scared me. He asked a few questions about what I had been doing with myself since Edwards death. I told him that I had just been traveling and nothing more. That seemed to anger him,because I wasn't giving him the details he wanted for some reason. My life isn't a book for someone like him to open and read when ever they want. Even John had enough respect for me not to ask questions this man was asking.

"Why are you wanting all these answers? I asked

" I want to make sure I have the right person and so far I'm thinking that I do."

"What?"

"Mrs. St.James I have to tell you two men came in here the other day asking about you. They wanted a certain back files on you and they where offering a very nice price for it and any other information I could give and let me tell you there offer was very compelling. Can you meet that offer Mrs. St.James?"

I felt the old flame roar back to in me anger flooded me. Who was this ass hole to blackmail me? knew who the men where that came asking about me. They had to be the same ones that has came for Edward and I and if they were asking for my files they wanted to know where I was hiding out. They wanted me. I wasn't going to give him any money and I had a feeling that if I payed him off he would still sell me out. This man had to die and I had to bee the one who killed him. I stood out of anger and in a huff I made it look like I was going to walk out I made it to the door and turned the lock.

"You know Mr. Micheals it wasn't the smartest thing to try and blackmail me. Because I can't let you out of this room alive." He had started to laugh a rich full laugh he thinking that I was joking.God how wrong he was, the laugh died when a flame sparked to life.

He eyed the flame in my hand "What kind of freak are you!?" he yelled as he backed away from me but was stopped by the window. My eyes never left his face, there was shock,fear and a searching. He was looking for the gun that was kept in the office. I had to act fast. Flames had encircled both of my hand now waiting for the right moment. He found the gun he was looking for it was strapped to the underside of the desktop, he lunged and I released the flames. Out of each hand came a line of fire they encircled him from head to toe. Hes screams filled the room but they didn't last long only about 30 seconds( I had learned this attack ages ago while edward and I where both learning our powers and there extent.)
It was over I stopped the flames and staggered to a chair and looked around the office. There was nothing of the man but dust. I closed my eyes then and thought about what I just did. I don't know how long I set there but it was dark when I looked up again and started to get to work. I had to cover this up as much as I could I opened the windows hoping the wind would help remove the ashes. I then went down to my car and retrieved the bags I had brought. When I entered the room again I went to a hidden safe and opened it. Out spilled some files, in here were every birth,death,will and document that Edward and I had ever used along with the proof that we once had a family. The names of my children and great children flashed by. I kept a mental list of all the names I saw. Almost every file was accounted for there where a few missing including the Cullen file it was the one I had to have. I tore apart that office like a mad woman looking for that file. I found the others but not the Cullen one I set down in the chair crying and thinking about how and why would someone still be after me. "They had my husband already why me and why that file.It was all old information in it and only one person could guess why it would be important and that's Edward." My head shot up then. That was it! Edward he had to be alive out there somewhere.Only he would come for that file. It was the last life we had lived together. That thought gave me hope that just maybe he was still alive somewhere out there waiting for me. I was about to give up for the search for the Cullen file when I saw brief case out of the corner of my eye it was under the couch and I dived for it praying that the file hadn't been given to the strange men.When I opened it there was the file I was looking for, quickly I packed it away and carried the bags down to the waiting car, then went back to the office for one more look around.
I got lucky the wind seemed to be on my side it had started to blow in from the south and as it came in and moved on it took the ashes away with it. The room was a mess it looked like there had been a fight or something. I didn't care every evidence that I had even been there was gone I turned from the room and never looked back. I made it to the car and then back to my hotel room. It was only 8:30 so I call the airport and bought a ticket for the next flight to L.A. I checked out and made it to the airport on time.From L.A I took my privet plane to home to Singapore. I never cried on any of the flights or even on the car ride back to my apartment, but as soon as the door closed behind me in my apartment I broke down. I had never killed a man before and I had just done so in the most violent way I knew how. I was alone and I wanted my husband badly I wanted him there with me.To hold me, to protect me and to tell me everything was going to be okay and that we would get past this together.