A/N: Don't own Twilight and that disclaimer stuff.

Like "A Very 'Haunted?' Honeymoon" this stars my RP Peter Whitlock ( TexAssPete if you want the OOC acc, or WhitlockWiseOne for the SL) and my illustrious RP (and RL, I might add) mate, Shelby Whitlock ( PiercedPaws OOC, MotleyPaws SL). This story doesn't run parallel to the RP storyline, it's something that has been requested by my beautiful girlfriend for her birthday that's coming up on Halloween. Shelby is human in this, not a Were, for one thing.

The one shot I'd originally planned has morphed into a multi-chapter, probably not a long one, but I've no concrete plans on how many chapters it will end up being.

I apologise for the unbeta'd nature of this chapter, as you can imagine, I'm on something of a time scale here. I wanted to get it up and posted ASAP so that she can start reading it now. She's so excited, lol. So, yes, Peter is with an OC and Jasper will eventually be with Bella. Apart from that, and a few stipulations that my Woman gave me, it's pretty much running off it's own steam.

Enjoy!

Peter

ooooOoooo

There's nothing worse than being faced with an eternity of hopelessness. That, however, is the shit pile of a life that I found myself starting out in while under the thumb of that fuckin' rancid taco, Maria. Bitch. Power hungry, sadistic, more than one screw loose bitch of a War Lord. If it hadn't been for Jasper, and my gift that let me know that he wasn't Maria with a cock, as he seemed, then I would've either died or gone down the batshit root years ago.

He had been one grumpy bastard at the beginning. The emo fucker didn't like to talk, never smiled, didn't even seem to enjoy the sex he often had with Maria. I bet that bitch has teeth in her taco. It would explain a lot.

But, I'm nothin' if not a persistently annoying fucker, and he eventually began to answer with more than just grunts. The real breakthrough didn't come along until I saved his life during one of the battles. To this day I'm pretty damn sure that he was attempting 'Suicide by Newborn', mostly cause I'd never seen him lose a fight before, but he still seemed to be relieved and thankful of me once I'd stepped in. Albeit begrudgingly.

Then we were brothers in arms, best buds, BFFFE.

I helped him out, took the edge off for him by helping with the yearly culling, stood back when he got rid of a blonde newborn who had been all-the-fuck-over me since she woke up. We started having actual conversations, jokes, finding the light in the dark. Hope had started to seep in.

So when we were out and about on a collecting mission, and my intuition started screaming at me to just carry on going. Well, that's just what we did. Jasper and I travelled further and further north, found out that we could add lying bitch to Maria's litany of nicknames, and revelled in the lack of violence and rage. Still, Jasper was having issues, that gift of his was a real weight around his neck when it came to feeding. Especially since he was now surrounded by positive emotions rather than the huge pile of roaring wank that had been Maria's camp.

Warring newborns does not a happy emotional climate make.

That's how he met Alice. Well…not exactly, but that's the reason I didn't put up a fight when he wanted to leave with her. A new life, a new start, and hope in being able to feed without killing. Animals. Blech. Not for me, but a saving grace for him. Even if he did find himself attached to a miniature psychic vamp with consumer issues. He really does seem to have shitty taste in women.

Being on my own wasn't too bad. I wandered mostly, met new vampires, some of which were even friendly. Visited Jasper occasionally, though the heavy judgement from the other's in his adoptive family was hard wearing. I'm pretty damn sure that the animal diet fucks with a vampires mind. Crazy fur munchers.

Not that I wasn't without any conscience. I targeted the dregs of society, the bad guys, playing my part in keeping the world a safe place. A Superhero, if you will. Super Peter to the rescue! Sparkly balls an all.

Kept me entertained anyway. A damsel in distress? Just the ringing of the dinner bell. Bank robbers? Well, I tend to take it a little more lightly on them, that is how I started my fortune after all. Still, if they came in shooting, or were generally bastards, or immensely stupid…then I got to have a good jugular focused chomp fest.

It got to be a little bit of an obsession, searching shit out, hunting people down. The higher up in society the better, much more satisfying, and the more hijinx involved in the hunt the better. It's what lead me back to Texas and the first time that I saw her.

Pale skin etched in ink, living art over perfect curves…and an amazing fucking ass. Seriously, that ass. Perfection. Huge doe eyes, thick tresses of long black hair, and enough visible piercings that it left me desperate to hunt down any that might be hidden. Full lips that had me imagining far more than kisses, with a wicked smirk that had my jeans tightening deliciously. I'd never seen such a beautiful human, hell, I'd never seen such utter beauty anywhere.

And her boots…leather, knee high…Sweet Baby Jesus on a pretzel, I developed a fetish for them right then and there.

Shelby Lucero, college student, something of a wild child, and my new obsession. I wanted to own her, body and soul, heart and mind.

oOo

I've become a fucking stalker. A shadow lurking, window watching, Shelby's ass gazing stalker.

Jasper thinks it's hilarious, apparently his pint sized psychic taco has been watching my efforts, and he's been calling me often over the past three weeks.

"So, how's her ass today?" The fucker asks me as soon as I answer the phone.

"Damn fine and covered in leather," was my answer as I stared at said barely covered ass, Shelby was bent over searching for something in her bag right at that moment.

Thank you elusive text book and the warmth of Texas and the invention of mini skirts.

"You know you're gonna have to talk to her at some point, right? Or are you plannin' on playin' stalker for the rest of her life?"

Fucker.

"I'm aware," I bit out through a growl.

"Three weeks, Peter."

"Yes, Jasper, I can tell the fuckin' passage of time," I'd punch him in his smug fucking face if he was here right now, "Was there a reason you called? You know, other than bein' a prick?"

"Now that's just harsh, brother. Here I am, just checking up on your stalking progress, wonderin' if you'd progressed any further…"

"Prick," I reasserted, though there was some amusement in there now.

He laughed and I could imagine him sitting back in his chair, feet up on the table. I wonder if he's missing his cowboy boots yet? Alice has him dressed up like a Ken doll. Loafers and matching sweater sets. I shuddered at the thought.

"Todays the day," he almost sang and I froze.

"What?" I whispered, sitting further back in the perch I'd found in the tree. Out of sight of prying eyes but with the perfect view of my woman.

"You heard," more laughter, "Today's the day, and you should know that, Yoda."

Every day is the day until I decide it's not.

"No chickening out today, Peter, you know better than to bet against Alice."

I repeat his quip about Alice silently, face screwed up, and imagined tone childish. Just because she's gets visions and not feelings. Thinks she's soooo much better than me.

"Whatever," I tried, and failed, not to sound petulant, "She's goin' to a Halloween party tonight," I cleared my throat, much to my fucking embarrassment, cause it ain't like we actually need to do that, "I was plannin' on attendin'."

And hoping that she wears something teeny tiny and a variation of those boots…

"And doin' what? Hidin' underneath some masked costume and watching her from afar? Again."

"Why, wanna join me? I'll be Guy Fawkes and you can be my bonfire, a really fuckin' realistic one."

"You've been trailin' behind college girl's for too long; synced up with their cycles?"

"Dick."

"Window licker."

"Asshole."

"Chicken shit window licker."

"Little emo bitch."

"Spank peeper."

"Pussy whipped loafer boy."

"At least I don't have to wank at windows."

"I bet she doesn't even let you near your own junk."

"Why are you sitting up in there?" A new, but dauntingly familiar, voice interrupted our deteriorating conversation.

I almost fell out of the damn tree.

Jasper was practically cackling down the phone as I ended the call. There she was, standing below me, looking all kinds of gorgeous, and smelling all kinds of mine and sex and mine and mine and mine. She was alone, thank fuck, and speaking of thanks, she was also looking amused rather than weirded out.

I can do this. Be cool. Be suave. Be charming.

Ain't like I haven't wooed women before. So I nonchalantly lent against the tree trunk…and promptly fell out of it. I would be forever grateful for my vamp powers, cause I would've ended up on my ass otherwise, as it was I landed in a way that made it look like I'd meant to do it all along. Hopefully.

"You know, just enjoyin' the view, ma'am," I answered keeping my voice nice and smooth, and even going so far as to tip my hat towards her.

Girl's love that shit.

"You were watching us?!"

Or not. Welp…

She took a step back from me, even though I could see that she was warring between common sense and instincts. Thank you mating bond.

"No, no! It wasn't like that, I mean I was watching you, but not in a bad way. I-I mean…well, shit. You have a fantastic ass, okay? I couldn't take my eyes off it."

Word vomit is me. Holy shit, what in all the fucks in wrong with my brain to mouth filter?!

Fuck me backwards with a pogo stick, I need to just. Shut. Up.

She stared at me through narrowed eyes, obviously not sure how to take that. I was really, really, hoping for thinking I'm adorably shy or something.

"Fair warning, 'cause I'm thinking that you're a little challenged, but I'm going to be going straight for security right now. So, you might wanna…you know…leave?"

Damn it.

She turned and quickly went to stride away, so I did the only thing I could think of, I grabbed her and dragged her back. She screamed, of course, but I quickly stifled that with my lips. It seemed perfectly natural to me to grip her hair with one hand and encircle her throat with the other. There was no threat there…just instinct and ownership. Inner vampire sometimes equates to inner cave man apparently.

Christ on a cracker she tastes so good.

Shelby melted against me and my confidence grew, the kiss deepened, the heat growing as I moved us behind the tree and away from any possibility of prying eyes. She didn't seem to mind when I pressed her up against the bark of the tree, her legs (and those fuck me boots) went around my waist like they'd been made to be there, and I finally got my hands on that glorious ass I'd been coveting for the past three weeks.

I broke the kiss, one hand back around her throat, my thumb stroking over her pulse point, enjoying the feel of it's fast thrum beneath it.

"I tried to be patient, but that ain't my strong suit, Darlin'," I purred, running my nose along her throat, grinding my diamond hard cock against her as we both slowly writhed against each other, "But you're mine and I ain't waitin' any longer," I kissed her again, stroking her tongue with mine, squeezing slightly on her neck, "I'ma steal you now, steal you away into my world and make it yours too. Make you mine in every sense," I growl as she whimpers, tightening her grip on me with her legs, pressing her heels against my ass, I knew what my woman needed, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard and so fuckin' deep that you'll forget your own name," Oh yeah, there's a needy moan that I know I ain't ever gonna get tired of hearing, and a whole new burst of arousal rose from her, "Tell me yes, Shelby Lucero, let me make you mine."

"Fuck, yes."

That's my girl.

"Good girl," I growled low against her lust heated skin, just below her ear, rewarding her with a sharp nip to her lobe, and made good on my promise.

I took her into my arms; I stole her away.

E/N: Leave me some love!