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AN: By reviewers request from 'The Wonders of Life' here is a Peter/Bella story. Enjoy!

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PPOV

"Peter?" Alice stands off to the side. "It's time to go. You ready?" I nodded my head and followed her out the door. Jasper was already waiting in the car for us. What a strange tradition we have. Every year we gather to mourn my dead wife.

Charlotte died sixty years ago tomorrow. She left leaving me with the impression that she had a surprise for me. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll know exactly what happened. From what I could tell she met multiple nomads and for some reason they destroyed her. I knew it was my wife because of the jewelry I found in the ashes. There was a necklace that her mother had given her before her mother passed; the simple bracelet I had given her many years ago when we escaped Maria; and lastly, the wedding ring that she never took off. After collecting the jewelry I sat there for weeks crying for my lost loved; my first thought was vengeance, but I didn't recognize any of the scents so I had no idea where to begin to look.

The realization dawned on me as I was mourning my wife that she wasn't my true mate. Losing Charlotte hurt like hell, but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I would be alright. Looking back to Marcus from the Volturi, when you lose a mate it suffocates you and you also die; just not physically. Your life becomes void of anything.

Jasper and Alice spent a decade with me away from the Cullen's in August, Maine. That's where I relocated after her untimely death. I sold our property to Jasper and Alice; I couldn't stand to go to or stay at the property, but I didn't have the heart to give it away to complete strangers. Jasper and Alice were godsends during my darkest period; Jasper was scared for me because apparently I got darker than when we worked with Maria. The thought of going back to that place actually brought me out of my depression. I wasn't perfect, but I was better.

After some time Jasper and Alice wanted to go home and I sent them on their way; however they both call and visit a lot more now that my wife is gone. It's always pleasant and occasionally the other Cullen's will join them.

Esme, bless her heart, tried to convince me to come and stay with them. She was as serious as a heart attack, but we all know that situation wouldn't work out for the long term. I understand and respect their diet, but I will not change mine. Besides, I feel like I'm doing the human society a favor by preying on the human monsters that lurk in the darkest corners of the world and a kind service to the people on death's bed waiting for judgment. If I am not able to gain the peace of death, then why should I deny that to others?

Edward had the easiest time relating to me seeing as he also lost someone. We never went into detail about it and no one ever brought it up, but you could see the hurt in his eyes. It was nice when the whole Cullen clan was over; at night when the couples went off for the night, we were able to keep each other company and play video games, discuss books, or play chess. Occasionally, I even got the poor guy to smile; although, I haven't seen or heard from him in some years now.

When I was alone it was the hardest; there were never enough things to do during each day to occupy my time. I spent a lot of time reading. One year I even tried traveling again as a nomad, but it just wasn't for me anymore. I liked the stability that Charlotte and I had; we were still considered nomads, but I liked having a home.

Jasper and Alice were always so compassionate. They were the easiest for me to be around; they don't try and engage me, they leave me to my thoughts. How ironic, that I don't want to be alone, but when I am in other's company I don't wish to interact. Hmm?

"Come on brother; we're here." Jasper exited the car and started gathering all the luggage while Alice went to the house and opened the doors and windows attempting to air it out. For some reason, I didn't feel like moving from the car. It was always hard to walk into the house that Charlotte and I shared for so many years.

Alice redecorated the whole thing for me years ago. I didn't want to lose Charlotte's memory, but I couldn't stand having her things around; it was unbearable. Alice insisted on placing everything in storage, but I really thought it should go to some charity. Alice refused; I waited for a couple decades and when she was furthest away from me I went through it and kept the things that meant something and gave the rest to charity. Half way through the cleansing I got a call from Alice upset at what I was doing. After I explained things to her she came around, but she loved Charlotte too and was sad to see her things go. Now the objects of my lost love all fit into a box under my bed in Maine.

Exiting the car was harder than I anticipated. I can function and socialize appropriately during the years, but during this week, I fail. I'm reminded that I'm alone and will most likely be faced to an eternity alone.

My luggage was probably already in my room. Listening for Alice and Jasper, I can tell that they are working on the house. Alice sounds like she is removing the sheets from the furniture and dusting. Jasper sounds like he is turning on water and the electricity; I guess I should pull my head out of my ass and start helping out.

We worked in silence and it took us an hour to finish opening the house. Alice was unpacking all of our things. I insisted that Alice doesn't have to do things like that with my stuff, but she is a force to be reckoned with; plus I don't have the heart to tell her no. Jasper has been chopping fire wood and bringing me wood to start a fire.

After I started a fire I sat on the couch and was joined by Alice and Jasper after several minutes. "I'm going to the store tomorrow. I want to start a flower garden in the back yard. The sun will make an appearance, but not for long. Do you want to come, Jazzy?" Alice finished looking up at Jasper with love.

"Darlin', we just got here; don't you want to settle in before we take the shopping area by storm?" Jasper was trying unsuccessfully to get out of shopping. I don't know why he tries; she always wins in the end.

"Jazzy." Alice said in a sing-song voice and gave him those big puppy dog eyes. For being Major Whitlock he sure is soft when it comes to that woman. I couldn't help but wonder looking at them what it felt like to be truly mated. Jasper has described this undeniable pull towards her that defies logic and for him that's a stretch.

Being around mated couples makes my heart ache, but I obviously can't fault them for that. I long for the love they share and hope that one day I will find it. The way Alice looks up to Jasper makes me long for Charlotte the most.

"Fine." Jasper gave in so easily and I couldn't suppress a grin. "What are you smiling at, brother? You'd give in too." Jasper weakly defended himself. I shook my head at their antics and resumed looking at the fire.

"I know you have plans tomorrow Peter." Very subtle Alice; I don't know why she states it so nicely or not at all. She's allowed to talk about Charlotte, but she tries not too around me. I don't mind, after so long I can finally remember her with a smile on my face and not the heart wrenching sorrow that consumed me. "Do you want to join us in the morning? We can be back early, so you can leave in time?" Alice had the same puppy dog look, hope shining through; Jasper suddenly seemed to have the same look on his face, only his was more pleading than anything.

For my brother I would try and save him some shopping, "Alright, but I don't want to be gone long." Alice nodded with a satisfied smile and melted into Jasper.

Shortly after they went to their room while I remained on the couch for a couple more hours; when the moans from their room started I decided to go hunting. I grabbed one of my hats from my room and was on my way.

The hunt was taking longer than usual; the city seems to have cleaned up some of the worst areas and the scum of the Earth were not in full swing. As disappointed as I was about having to look somewhere else I was happy for the humans that were safer for it. Usually if I couldn't find any monsters I would turn towards the sick, but not being in the area for so long I'm not sure who is on death's bed. When I feed from the ill I like to do some research on them to ensure that I am choosing the right victim.

Towards two in the morning I finally stumbled upon a shady neighborhood and became more alert waiting. And waiting until…

"Help! Help me!"

Struggling was taking place towards the west and I immediately took off; the venom in my mouth plentiful and my throat was blazing in anticipation. Following her racing heart led me to her attacker; however he wasn't doing anything to her yet. He was standing over her with a gun and was pulling rope out of his pocket as she begged for her life. I knew I had to follow them; he was up to no good and I was her only hope.

He gagged her, restrained her, and threw her in the back of his trunk and took off without anyone the wiser. Being the inner city I had to resort to the rooftops to follow him until he started leaving the city. There, I continued to follow in the woods and when the woods would break into clearings I still wouldn't be seen. I was moving faster than the human eye could watch.

Finally, he pulled into a cabin deep in the forest and went inside leaving the girl inside the trunk crying. She had long given up on screaming and switched between praying and crying. I felt bad for her I wished I could release her now, but I had to see what he was up too.

Faintly in the forest I could hear another weak heartbeat and was curious. I took off leaving the freak to his rituals. About half a mile into the forest I reached the heartbeat, but I didn't see anyone in sight or better yet I didn't smell anything. I shook my head frustrated and looked to the ground and the sniffling continued. "Sick bastard." There has to be someone underground; he must have some fallout shelter or large basement. "Sick fucker."

There was a faint smell in the air that belonged to the freak and I followed eager to find what I was looking for. Humans are so predictable; it took me less than five minutes to find his secret. There was a door under some leaves and tree branches; he must have planted bushes and such to also help conceal his hiding place. There were two locks on the door that I could easily break; that's it. I've seen enough.

First, I placed an anonymous phone call to the police department that I saw this man drag a woman out of his trunk. After informing them where I was I closed the phone and gave myself over to the hunt.

Thinking of what this man has done to who knows how many women turned my vision red, venom flowed into mouth and my body tensed ready for the kill. Crouching for the kill I stalked the house and noticed the girl was still in trunk which increased my need to kill. I found the freak through a window in his living room looking through what looked like a photo album.

Slipping in silently through another window I crept up behind him and I snapped when I saw what the photo album contained. An animal's primal growl ripped through my throat and the man dropped his photo album.

I grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him across the room; my growls quieted with the satisfying noise of his bones snapping. He looked at me wide eyed and now it was his turn to beg for his life. I stayed crouched behind the couch he was at hoping he would run. I felt like a chase tonight.

"Please, don't. Take anything you want…please don't kill me!" The freak started crying, the beast inside roared in satisfaction. I never once opened my mouth; the scum of the Earth didn't deserve an explanation of why they were about to die, but then again I've never come across this particular situation. I've never personally found a serial rapist and sadist; I've never followed someone home and now I knew why I had to follow him home.

At vampire speed I picked up the photo album he was looking at disgust clear on my face and showed it to him. Hopefully, he was intelligent enough to understand that this is why I was killing him. The photo album was thicker than normal and filled with hundreds of pictures of tortured women in various states of their torture.

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please don't kill me." At least he understood. I stood in front of him looking down, I grabbed him with one hand and pulled him into a standing position. Police sirens far off in the distance told me I had probably fifteen to twenty minutes tops to finish my meal and bring the other girl out of her personal hell.

Baring my teeth to the freak caused him to start screaming and struggling in my grip. My teeth slipped in like a knife to butter and the blazing immediately stopped and the monster inside was in heaven. After the last pull of blood I licked his wound and it sealed; I snapped his neck and threw him down his stairs. The cops wouldn't buy it because the women are going to tell the police officers that I helped them out, but it helped my cause still.

I took too long to feed and the sirens were closer; I didn't have enough time to get the girl from her personal hell. I was disappointed, but I knew help was coming. Without a glance back I took off on foot towards the concealed fallout shelter; I ripped the locks off and cleared the brush and went home.

It was seven in the morning by the time I got back. Jasper had the news on reading a book while Alice was online shopping. I stepped into the living room and realized for the first time how dirty I was. Alice looked up and started shaking her head at my clothes. Jasper was the first to speak.

"Is this your work?" Jasper said conversationally gesturing towards the TV. I nodded while sitting down taking immediate interest wondering how the women fared. Currently, they were talking about the man and how many bones they were finding in his yard. "One of the girls died this morning. They said she had lost too much blood and was beaten to badly to survive. The police know that the man didn't fall down the stairs and snapped his neck. The mothers of the two girls found there wanted to thank whoever tried saving them. The other girl is fine and is currently at the hospital being held." Jasper informed me never taking his eyes away from his book on…surprisingly the Civil War.

"Surprising book choice, Major." I left with a smirk on my face and Jasper just chuckled.

Shopping was actually an enjoyable experience. Alice got everything she needed and obviously a bunch of stuff she didn't need. Jasper and I looked into some new boots and such things. In the end I didn't end up getting anything; however I did consider getting some new art pieces for my home in Maine, but still decided against it.

Alice went to work on her garden and Jasper started working on his Civil War men. How he finds that even remotely interesting I'll never have any idea. Painting little men just doesn't seem that interesting.

"Fuck off, Peter!" We both started laughing as I walked out the door; I found Alice and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before taking off to Charlotte's grave.

Roses and tulips surrounded her grave; the meadow she died at is a very peaceful and quiet place. That's the very reason we loved to come here, whether it was together or separate. I could truly feel content here. Towards the middle of the meadow there is a break in the trees and the warming sunlight comes through. Looking up into the clear blue skies I remembered my wife; she was beautiful. She was a shorter petite woman with short blonde hair and an angel's face. She was my sun, anchor, my whole world.

That day I was taking too long and Charlotte decided to leave without me. Her parting words stating that she'd meet me here and that my surprise was already waiting for me. We've done it many times, but for some reason the universe had a different plan for us that day.

Laying in the meadow is the only time I really feel like I'm home. Even though I don't like it, I am truly a nomad now. I have no real home. I mean, yes, I have homes; lot's of them, but none of them hold any real meaning to me.

Jasper and Alice are probably starting to worry about me. I've been gone for several days in my meadow, but I don't feel like leaving yet. I guess I could; I could always come back before I leave. As I pull out my phone my intuitive mind kicks in and I know I have to stay here. Something important is going to happen.

My instincts, as I call them, aren't really an ability. At least, I don't think so; Jasper and I have debated this time and time again. Carlisle and Edward, even Emmett had disagreed with me on this point. I feel that since I can't control it, it is not an ability. Then Edward argued that he can't control his either. I don't care what they say; it's not an ability.

For all I know the important thing about to happen is my death. If it was an ability how come I didn't see Charlotte's death. Alice always wondered why she didn't see Charlotte's death either, but it made sense that she didn't she wasn't that close with her. It's hard to explain to others too. Edward and Jasper have both wanted detailed explanations as to what happens in my brain, but it's really not that complex. I just know. What could possibly be so important that I need to wait here? Unfortunately, I don't know how long I have to wait here. Hopefully, it's not too long.

May as well call Jasper and let him know I'll be longer than anticipated. "Peter."

"Hey. I think I'm going to stay out here longer than usual. For some unknown reason I'm supposed to stay here." I explained to Jasper.

"No idea why, huh?"

"You know I would tell you if I did. I was just thinking about what could be so important…" Before I could even finish my sentence something ran into me and we tangle together rolling with the force of impact. Damn it! There goes another phone.

The unknown impact pushes away from me growling and I tensed, not understanding what's happening. I looked up from the ground and there is a fucking demon goddess standing before me holding someone's fucking head.

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