Sing For Me

Summary: Peter has joined the Cullen clan after Charlotte's death. Depressed still, the only thing that keeps him sane is the wickedness that is Nessie's new friend, whose enchanting soprano just can't be human.

Prologue: Moving In

I was quiet as I followed Jasper into the Cullen home. Silent, not even daring to take a whiff of the air. I tried to refrain from even thinking, or else Edward would hear.

But thinking was basically the only thing I could do. Think about anything, about nothing, about everything. Whatever it took to free my mind.

"Miserable," I think Jasper said. Yes, I was miserable for sure. You didn't have to be an empath like him to get that.

"Charlotte?" Esme, I believe.

I winced. I wonder if they heard my marble rub together as my fists clenched.

Charlotte. Only the woman I promised eternity to. But our eternity ended thirty years ago. A blink of an eye. A second for us vampires.

"Will he be alright?" I could tell this was Bella. The human who recently became undead for that Edward boy. Jasper had told me what happened on her 18th birthday, and I liked her the most besides Emmett. My brother of sorts spoke fondly of Bella's kind, forgiving nature, and of Emmett's loud, joking ways that kept him from drowning in a pool of hate for vampirism that radiated from the other Cullens.

"Eventually," Alice replied. The pixie who told Jasper to save me from myself. But why did I have to be saved at all?

"That's good," Carlisle murmured. "How, though?"

Alice giggled nervously. "You'll see, I suppose, when I do. I have no idea. Just that he'll be fine."

The fortune teller unable to see how I would be okay, only that I would be? What if that was me before I was finally allowed to die? Smiling because I'd be able to see Charlotte once again?

Jasper patted my arm. "Let's go to your room, Peter."

I didn't respond verbally, just stepped exactly where he did until we ended up on the top floor of the house. No, the attic.

"Here, I know how you have a fondness for attics."

The room was a typical attic, but no windows. Just wood surrounding me.

Wooden chests were in a neat row to the left, right in front of a large bookshelf. It was what I thought of doing forty years back, but never really got to it.

Now I had it. It looked better than I thought it would have.

"Alice," Jasper answered my question.

I should have known. Alice knew everything, so it seemed. But I knew a lot things as well, things even Alice didn't. "Figures."

Oh, call the paparazzi, dear old Peter uttered a word.

Jasper's relief washed over me. He knew we'd just taken one step forward.

I threw my suitcase onto the bed, which I didn't really need. A bed was useless to me. I didn't sleep. I didn't like to pretend. Why toture myself with joyful memories? Some memories had faded with vampirism, but they weren't entirely gone. I can still see my mother.

"Want to hunt, or something?"

I felt bad for what I was doing to Jasper. He was my sire. He changed me, taught me, kept me alive. He gave me Charlotte, and let us go in peace. He nearly died to make sure we did get away.

Sometimes, I wish Charlotte was never changed. Then, I couldn't grieve her.

I nodded mutely. He sighed, and nodded as well. Only his was of dissapointment.

I was officially a Cullen. I would walk among humans as one of them, an they would for reasons unknown to them fear me. I would feed of animals, which humans did. I would have eyes which some humans had; gold, amber, butterscotch.

I wouldn't be Peter Monroe any longer. I would be Peter Cullen, Emmett's brother. That was that. And I had a feeling that Peter Monroe would never be back. He, or rather I, most likely died alongside Charlotte Crane all those years ago.

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~And So We Die