First of all, I am blown away by all of the reviews for the last two chapters, and I could go on and on with reasons and excuses about what took me so long to update, but it all comes down to lack of free time and horrible writers block.

And I am very sorry.

Also this chapter is just a filler chapter of sorts but the next one things start getting good and its nearly already written. Give me your opinion guys, should he tell her right away?

Thanks for reading and reviewing, and as always I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 3

PPOV

I didn't even get to take one step before I felt two hands grip my biceps locking me in place, or attempting to lock me in place anyway. I was out of their grasp and snarling in Jasper's face in less than a second.

"Peter, she's to angry and keyed up, not to mention confused by the pull she's probably already feeling for you, you need to let her sleep it off before attempting to approach her." I glance briefly to, Alice, but kept my eyes locked on, Jasper.

He was the only threat to me in the whole group, logically I knew he would never hurt me, he had been my brother for nearly 100 years but with my mate so close by I was a little on edge to say the least.

"Really, Alice, did you see that in your magic eight ball?" I snarled.

I heard her huff out an indignant sigh, not that I gave a shit if I offended her, some times I think my mere existence offended the woman. "Yes, actually, which is the first vision I've had of her in years, if you go to her now she'll freak out, wait and she'll be around tomorrow night, you can talk to her then."

Jasper, who I was still concentrating most of my energy on took a few steps back, but even that wasn't enough for the tension in my shoulders to lesson.

"She's telling you the truth, Peter, I've never stirred you wrong before and I wouldn't now, specially not about this, and you know that's the truth." And I didn't need my tingly fucking neck to know he wasn't lying.

Jasper had always had my back, from the day I awoken to this new life, if you could even call it that, to the day he risked his life 20 years later by releasing me, instead of putting me to death with all of the other vampires who were no longer useful for any of Maria's purposes, I knew for a fact he had never once and would never lie to me, especially about this.

I nodded feeling myself relax slightly, I could hear, Bella, talking to her friends about 100 feet away from where we were standing, the tallest of the group was demanding answers, wanting to come back over here and kick Rose's ass, that made me grin, it wasn't often anyone put Rosalie Hale in her place, and it had happened twice tonight, in the span of ten minutes.

The other girl, Gina from what I could gather from their conversation was trying to diffuse the situation, I could tell that they both wanted what was best for Bella, and to protect her, they just both had very different methods of getting that job done.

I was instantly appreciative of them both.

In the end, Bella, convinced both, that all she really wanted to do was go back to the beach house and get some sleep, after many assurances from her that she was just fine, she headed up the beach.

I turned to watch her retreat, my body feeling more anxious with every step she took away from me.

"I'm going to follow her home make sure she makes it okay." I was just about to head off when Alice let out another huff.

My attention snapped back to the little pain in my ass, I raised an eyebrow at her, afraid that if I opened my mouth that I wouldn't be able to stop myself from telling her where she could shove one of those rusty knives, Bella, was just talking about.

"She's a big girl, and the house she's going to is just a few minutes walk that way, you don't need to follow her." I spared only a moment of wasted time to glare at her before looking over at, Jasper.

"You need to put a muzzle on her, or train her to not speak unless spoken too." Jasper let out a slight growl and I caught the smirk blooming on Rose's face as I was turning around.

Rose always hated the know it all bullshit Alice liked to pull, we were the only two who believed that sometimes, Alice, either hide vision's or made them up for her own selfish purposes.

Rose and myself had always been the most protective over Jasper, and in the brief moments when we find time to ourselves we would both wonder if Jasper and Alice were actually mate's at all. I didn't have to be an empath to know how much she got on even his nerves most days.

I knew he loved her fiercely she had been the one to show him a peaceful way to live, one where he wasn't lost to the emotions of others, but sometimes I think he was blinded by that love for her, and maybe, just maybe he mistakenly took it for the love of a mate.

Then again what did I know, I spent 30 years thinking that Charlotte had been my mate, before a found her assed up leaning against a tree, with one of her boy toys balls deep in her ass.

Not even ten miles away from our home, my "gift" had been practically demanding that I head in that direction all day, and I just knew that whatever I was about to come upon was going to change my life forever, and not for the better, either.

And thanks to my perfect recall that image will be forever burned into my memory.

Fucking great, right?

Like I needed another living nightmare stuck up there.

It took years to come to terms with that shit, and even though I ripped him off of her and tore him limb from limb, starting with his dick, because lets face it the mother fucker and been fucking my wife, I just couldn't get the image out of my head. And after years of arguing and much begging on her part, I realized that I just didn't love her anymore, something not even remotely possible for a mated couple.

Maybe, I was just bitter, which is why I had never voiced my opinion, but I had a feeling I was more right than even I wanted to be on that particular topic.

Even having to move a human's pace through the fire lit beach to catch up with Bella, it took only moments for me to be right behind her, I stayed a good distance away from her, but even with the distance between us, I could tell she felt my approach. Her heart beat picked up its pace, her even breathing became slightly elevated and she tilted her head slightly, as if wanting to look behind her, but changing her mind against the action.

Minutes later she let herself into a house, not far from the one we were currently renting for the weekend. That put me slightly more at ease it would be easier to keep an eye on her until I'd get the chance to talk to her tomorrow night, and as tempting as it was to scale the house and hop into one of the many windows, I wasn't going to allow myself to turn into, Edward.

That kid was just creepy watching a girl who didn't even know he was there, sleep.

The only time I'd invade her privacy was if she'd be in danger, or had given me right away to do so, and hopefully she would soon because knowing that I finally found my mate and not being able to be near her was hard to handle.

I'd tell her tomorrow, I'd tell her everything tomorrow.

But for now all there was to do was wait.

BPOV

Walking back to the beach house was far more difficult than it should have been. My legs felt sluggish and I had to physically push myself just to keep them moving.

It wasn't until I was about half way there that the sluggish feeling wore off, and I could feel the presence of someone following me, and as the handsome stranger's face floated through my mind, I felt my heart pick up its pace, and I almost couldn't fight the instant instinct to look back and see if he was there.

I was clearly going insane.

I mean why would I want a clearly human drinking vampire lurking behind me on a darkened stretch of beach?

Only I would be comforted by a thought that would send anyone else into a panic attack.

I made my way inside quickly, not bothering to lock the door on my way, I learned along time ago that if a vampire wanted inside your home, no lock was going to deter them.

I stripped on my way to the shower, kicking my boots off by the foot of the bed. I made quick work of washing any and all traces of sand from my hair and body, not wanting to wake up in a gritty itchy mess in the morning.

I kept my mind firmly concentrated on each task as I was doing it attempting to keep the events of tonight out of my mind's eye, but they were there pushing and pressing on the edges of my thoughts, as if demanding precedence.

When I was finally settled into the comfort of the ridiculously soft bed of the guest room I was sleeping in, my mind was full of images of him, they way his eyes had flashed as I had quickly came to my senses, snatching my hand back only seconds before I could make contact with his muscled chest. An emotion flitted to quickly over his handsome features for me to figure out.

I found myself wanting, no needing, to know what those emotions were, the ones I saw in his eyes even hidden behind the ugly brown of the contacts he was wearing. I wanted to know why I hadn't had the urge to flee for my life, why I had felt that exact opposite when he was before me, in all of his dripping wet glory.

I had taken notice to men before, of course I had, but never like this. Remembering his handsome face and the way his dirty blonde hair plastered itself against his forehead wet from the ocean water, the way the water made its way down his lean and toned body before disappearing beneath the elastic waist of his board shorts, made me wonder how I had ever found any other man even remotely attractive in comparison.

And I didn't even know his name.

I had been in such a hurry flee from my anger and the Cullen's that I hadn't even gotten his name, and I was pissed at myself for letting them take that too.

The fucking Cullen's.

I hated the fact that thinking of, Emmett's hurt face actually softened my anger a little toward him, I had been to pissed off on the beach to let much register besides the fact that I didn't want him touching me, nearly three years worth of anger was bubbling beneath the surface and it had been all I could do not to completely loss my mind on them out there, and although I was still pissed at how they all left me behind, I felt marginally better after telling them how I felt.

Like a small weight had been lifted from my shoulders, and I was grateful for that at least.

And if I knew Alice, she'd be finding me again before the weekend was up, and as another flash of the strange vampires face flashed before my closed eye lids, I hoped she'd find me sooner rather than later.

She owed me a life time of favors.

But I'd settle for a name.

His name.

Maybe this birthday could be salvaged yet.

After all it had only just begun.