AN: So, I'm pretty new to FanFiction, but I got this idea for a story and decided to post it. Besides, there doesn't seem to be enough Peter/Bella stories on this site so I thought I'd add mine to the mix. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns all things Twilight and Tim Kring owns Heroes. Although, I would LOVE to be the one to own Peter. Yum ;)

BPOV

I stared down at the crashing waves. A few rain drops hit my cheek as I stood looking out over the same cliff that I had seen a few of the wolves dive from not so long ago. The wind picked-up and tossed my hair around as I prepared to jump off the cliff into the roaring water below.

"Bella, don't!"

I closed my eyes and smiled. Ah. There it was. His voice.

It always surprised me at how real his voice sounded…like he was standing right next to me. But, I knew that wasn't the case. He…Edward…and his family had left after he told me that I was just a distraction and that he didn't love me anymore. I had spent months in a zombie-like catatonic state. Now, the only way I could feel remotely alive was when I heard his voice, and that only happened when I was doing something reckless.

Don't do anything reckless or stupid.

I scoffed as those words re-played in my head. It was ironic how Edward was always so determined to keep me alive, yet the one thing that made me feel alive was also the one thing he made me promise not to do.

I had finished out the rest of high school as a social pariah, sitting alone at lunch, no one talking to me in classes. Even the teachers seemed to have forgotten I even existed. Not that I cared that much. All I could seem to care about was the gaping hole in my chest caused by the love of my life's departure.

Graduation was a painful experience. The only reason I even went to graduation was for Charlie. I had put him through so much. The least I could do was attend graduation.

I had waited through the long list of names that the principal called out, most of which were met by a loud round of applause from the person's friends. When my name had been read, there was an awkward moment when the only people who clapped were Charlie and Jake, followed by an unenthusiastic spattering of applause from other people in the audience.

It would have been embarrassing to anyone who really cared. But, as it was, I accepted my diploma from the principal without hesitation, and walked back to my seat among the other high school grads.

I came out of my reverie and took a step closer to the ledge. Jake had promised me we would go cliff diving today, but he was too busy running around with his pack. I knew that the weather wasn't ideal for cliff diving, but I had resolved on doing this today. And dammit I would do this today!

"No Bella!"

I ignored the voice as I stepped closer to ledge and jumped. The wind whistled in my ears as I plummeted, and just as I was expecting to feel the water engulf me, something bumped into me. Hard.

Arms wrapped securely around my waist, holding me close to a warm chest. My first thought was: Edward! But then I realized the man who was holding me was not ice cold or as hard as marble. The chest was hard, but nowhere near as hard as Edward's. Besides, Edward couldn't fly. I gasped as the fact that we were flying registered in my mind. I felt the arms tighten around me as I looked down…far down at the land below.

I yelped and instinctively wrapped my arms around the neck of the person or thing carrying me. I wasn't sure which one it was yet. A person. Or a thing.

He staggered slightly when we landed and set me down carefully. He kept his hands on my arms to steady me which was probably a good thing because my legs were shaking so hard it was a miracle they were able to support my weight. I looked up at his face, my eyes comically wide.

He looked human…with his dark eyes, and the frown he was directing at me. His grip on my arms tightened.

"Are you insane? Didn't you see it's practically a hurricane out there?" His voice was stern, bordering on condescending. "Were you trying to kill yourself—" His words cut off abruptly and his piercing gaze made me shift uncomfortably on my feet.

"No..."

The tremor in my voice was less than convincing. I hadn't been trying to kill myself, but this situation was enough to make the bravest person quiver. I had just been caught midair by some man who could fly. Who could blame me for feeling a bit tentative about the situation?

I glanced back at the water and paled as I saw what he had meant when he said it was practically a hurricane. The waves were crashing furiously against the rocks at the bottom of the cliff I had just foolishly jumped from. If I had managed to hit the water, there was no way I could have avoided getting my body bashed against those rather sharp looking rocks.

How had I not noticed that? I thought to myself. Oh yeah. I was too caught up with trying to hear Edward's voice that I completely overlooked the near-tsunami that was going on out there.

He was still holding onto my arms with a firm grip, which I was secretly thankful for. My legs would have probably given out from under me if he wasn't gripping my arms so tightly.

"Peter!"

The man…Peter snapped his head to the side and released my arms. I staggered slightly at the sudden withdrawal of his grip on my arms. Once I had regained my sense of equilibrium, and was no longer in danger of falling, I looked in the direction that this new voice had come from.

I saw a girl who looked about my age jogging towards us. When she reached us, the girl pushed her rain-drenched blond hair out of her face. She looked worriedly at Peter before glancing at me. She bit her lip and seemed to contemplate something before she stepped towards me and extended her hand.

"Hi, I'm Claire," the girl said with a tentative smile.

I automatically shook her hand and replied in a monotone.

"Bella."

She smiled nervously and I tried to return it, but I couldn't seem to get my face muscles to work.

"What—" I started to say, but shook my head to try to get my brain to start functioning.

Claire's smile faded as I glanced from Peter to her and then back to Peter. They both looked at me warily, most likely expecting me to bombard them with a million questions. I noted the tense set of Peter's jaw and Claire's anxious lip biting.

I opened and closed my mouth, doing a rather striking impression of a fish, not exactly knowing what to say to either of them. As I tried to make sense of the thoughts running rampant through my head, I absentmindedly stared at the small silver pendant dangling from the silver chain around Claire's neck.

"Nice necklace," I blurted suddenly.

I shook my head at myself. Nice necklace? That was all I could think of to say?

The corners of Claire's mouth twitched.

"Thanks," she gave me a small smile.

But, her smile dimmed when she glanced back at Peter. I followed her gaze and bit my lip at the unreadable expression on the man's face.

Peter frowned and his brows furrowed as he stared at me. He was like a statue, albeit a very unhappy statue. I shifted uneasily and bit my lower lip, staring at the beach floor. His penetrating stare was starting to make me feel uncomfortable. He seemed to snap out of it because he looked back at Claire with a worried look.

"So, about this whole flying thing—" I started hesitantly.

Both of their heads snapped back to look at me. I inhaled slowly, preparing myself for what I was about to ask. If they were anything like the Cullens, then they would get all cold and distant when I started to question their secret. But, I hated being kept in the dark. Besides, I could definitely handle whatever they could possibly throw at me.

Nothing could be weirder than the past year when I had dated a vampire, been hunted by a coven of vampires intent on killing me, got bitten by a vampire only to have my boyfriend suck the venom back out, and found out that my best friend was also a werewolf who belonged to pack of other werewolves that hunted what I had once wished to become. I had a pretty convoluted life...

And, if all of that was any indication, I was pretty good with weird.

"What are you?" I blurted.

Just as I had expected, they didn't seem too eager to answer my question if their facial expressions were anything to go by. Peter's eyes hardened and his jaw clenched. Obviously, he didn't care much for this topic. Claire looked a little less on edge, but she was shooting worried glances back and forth between Peter and me.

Peter frowned and looked regretfully at Claire. She seemed to understand that look because her eyes widened and she shook her head.

"There's no other way Claire," Peter sighed.

"It's not right to mess with someone's mind like that," she replied vehemently.

"It's better than the alternative. What if she tells someone what she saw?"

"But, what if she doesn't tell anyone? I mean, who would believe her anyways?"

"That's not a chance we can take."

"I don't like this."

"I don't like it either, but it has to be done." He raised a hand when she tried to object again. "Claire, we're supposed to be keeping a low profile. This," he waved his hand in my direction, "is definitely not keeping a low profile. The last thing we need is for some government agents to come investigate if the girl blabs about this. I have to make her forget what she saw."

Claire looked away, obviously not pleased with the situation, but not raising any further objections.

I was having trouble pinpointing exactly what it was that I was feeling. I was annoyed that they were talking about me as if I wasn't standing right in front of them and was irritated at being referred to as "the girl." I was also pretty offended that they automatically assumed I would blab their secret. I had kept the Cullens' secret, hadn't I?

Of course, they don't know about that. A little voice in my head pointed out.

Then, there was definitely a feeling of confusion battling with fear.

What did Peter mean that he had to make me forget?

However, before I could voice any of these thoughts, or at least make sense of them all, Peter strode right up to me and gripped my face between his hands. My eyes widened as he forced me to look him in the eyes.

I was too shocked to move a muscle. But, then I felt a pressure, almost like a prodding sensation inside my head. It wasn't a painful feeling, but it wasn't pleasant either. This snapped me out of my trance and I pushed him away from me forcefully. His eyes widened in shock and he stumbled a few steps back, releasing my head in the process.

"What was that?" I demanded.

"I don't know," he murmured. "How did you keep me out?"

"Look," I snapped at him. "I have no idea what you're even talking about. All I do know is that you did this weird mind-groping thing. What the hell are you?"

If I hadn't been so high-strung, I would have been shocked at my outburst. Normally, I was pretty calm and level-headed, not yelling at people I had only known for a few minutes.

Peter and Claire shared a look.

"Peter, what's going on?"

He scrutinized me closely, like I was some kind of mystery to solve, and then turned back to Claire.

"I think she's one of us."

One of them? What the hell was that supposed to mean? I vaguely realized that I should be freaking out or feeling something more than just bewilderment. But, I guess dating a vampire and having a werewolf for a best friend had finally desensitized me to the world of the supernatural. Nothing seemed to really surprise me anymore.

Claire glanced at me curiously and turned back to Peter.

"Maybe she was our assignment."

I wasn't sure whether I was more confused or offended. An assignment? I definitely didn't like being referred to as some assignment.

"First of all, my name is Bella," I emphasized, unable to keep the annoyance out of my tone. "Not the girl or assignment."

Claire's lips twitched in amusement and Peter cracked the first smile I had seen him give. Wow, he has a really nice smile. I mentally shook my head at that thought.

"And second of all, I would really like to know what the hell is going on," I demanded.

I sighed in frustration when I didn't get an immediate response.

Peter and Claire seemed to be having some sort of silent discussion where Peter would look at her and nod or shake his head. It almost reminded me of the silent conversations Edward and Alice would have which used to annoy Emmett to no end. I winced at that unexpected thought. Claire and Peter didn't seem to notice the pained expression that was surely on my face. Instead, Peter nodded once more and then turned to face me suddenly.

"Okay Bella," Peter said slowly, emphasizing my name. "You hungry?"

His question surprised me. After what had just happened, that was the last thing I had expected him to say to me.

"What?" I asked stupidly.

"Well…" He said slowly and glanced at his watch. "It's about lunch time. Are there any good restaurants around here?"

"Uh…" I blinked stupidly at him, until he raised his eyebrows and looked at me as if I had some kind of mental disorder. "I guess The Lodge is pretty good. It's really actually the only sit down restaurant in Forks."

Peter and Claire both seemed taken aback by what I said. I guessed that wherever the two of them were from was a lot bigger than Forks. They didn't seem like the small town type.

"Well as long as it's inside, I'm all for going there."

Peter had to raise his voice over the sudden crash of thunder, which was soon followed closely by a flash of lightening. Now that the excitement of the jump and being caught in the air by a flying man had died down, I became painfully aware of my soaked shirt clinging to me like a second skin and the pinching sensation as goose bumps erupted on my arms and legs. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself.

Peter seemed to feel the same sentiment because he soon suggested that we move this conversation somewhere that wasn't so…wet.

"So...where is this Lodge exactly?"

"It's not too far from here," I said, before I realized that Charlie would worry if I wasn't home by the time he got off work. "I just can't be gone too long or Ch—my dad will worry. The last thing I need is for him to host another search party to look for me."

Peter and Claire gave me strange looks. Claire looked like she was going to ask what I was talking about, but I waved a hand dismissively.

"Long story." And something that I'm still trying to forget, I added silently to myself.

That night still brought back painful memories.

…

"Bella, we're leaving."

"Why now? Another year—"

…

"When you say we—"

"I mean my family and myself."

"Okay, I'll come with you."

"You can't, Bella. Where we're going…It's not the right place for you."

…

"You promised! In Phoenix, you promised that you would stay—"

"As long as that was best for you."

"No! This is about my soul isn't it? Carlisle told me about that, and I don't care, Edward. I don't care! You can have my soul. I don't want it without you — it's yours already!"

...

"Bella, I don't want you to come with me."

"You…don't…want me?"

"No."

...

"Don't do this."

"You're not good for me Bella."

…

"Don't worry. You're human—your memory is no more than a sieve. Time heals all wounds for your kind."

"And your memories?"

"Well, I won't forget. But my kind…we're very easily distracted."

…

"Goodbye Bella."

"Wait!"

…

I shuddered as the memories of that night replayed in my head. My arms wrapped around my middle again of their own accord. This time not because of the cold, but in an attempt to hold myself together. Ever since that night, I felt like I would break apart at the seams. Surely it would feel better than this at least.

"Are you okay?" Claire asked, sounding concerned.

I attempted a smile, but it came out strained and probably looked more like a grimace.

"Yeah, just cold," I lied.

They seemed to buy it because Peter re-inserted his suggestion of moving this conversation inside. Happy for something to distract me, I started to lead them towards The Lodge and tried to mentally prepare myself for what was sure to be a very interesting conversation.

End BPOV

Syler stood silently from a distance, watching the scene before him. His fists were clenched so hard, but he didn't seem to feel the strain in his knuckles. How did those two always manage to get in his way?

Although, if he had to admit it to himself, he was slightly relieved for Peter's intervention when she had jumped. The girl would have been of no use to him if she had managed to splatter her brains all over the rocks at the bottom of the cliffs.

No. He needed her brain intact so that he could take her power. He didn't know what it was exactly, but she was on the list of names he had taken from Dr. Suresh. So, she had to be special. He just had to figure out how special she actually was, which he could do when he opened up her head and examined her brain. All the answers would be in there.

He just had to figure out a way to get around those two nuisances, and then her power would be all his.

AN: The quotes between Bella and Edward are from the 3rd chapter of New Moon.

I'll try to have the second chapter posted within a week, but I'm finishing up at the university this semester so I can get my creative writing degree. So, my classes will come first. I'll try to post as soon as I can though.

Anyways, I would love to hear what you guys think of this story! Please review! :)

Love,

Katie