Chibi-Kari: Massive amounts of reviews like that makes me update like this! Jasper next chapter, I promise! I don't own.

Chapter 4

Charlotte closed her cell phone quickly. She had broken more than one doing this. The flip phones always tended to cause her problems, but she couldn't see herself with a touch phone especially the way she went through flip phones. She just wasn't very careful with her strength when she wasn't paying attention. And those damn flat phones never held their number lock. If she was human she would think that maybe, just possibly, she was forgetting to put it on, but with her enhanced memory she knew she was. Those damn phones were just defective. When you didn't want number lock on it would stick on and when you wanted it on it would call everyone on the planet. So she just stuck with her damn flip phones. This whole phone issue could all be solved if Peter would get her a damn house phone, but he refused. If the man could be considered paranoid she would call him on it. Sadly, all of his worries about being found out were a good possibility if they had a landline. And you just never knew with Maria. She was a vengeful bitch when she could be bothered.

Charlotte looked back up at the young girl standing in the living room. She had moved close to the couch and seemed to be deciding whether to sit or not. On top of not eating, she had taken to sleeping very little. Charlotte was almost hoping she would pass out while Peter was gone. If Bella did, she decided she would just bite the crap out of her and change her. Then the girl couldn't pull this crap, the Volturi wouldn't bother them, and she'd have a good friend. A very, very, pissed off good friend, but hell pissed off was a lot better than this emo crap that she was pulling.

It was for all good reason. Charlotte knew that. From what Bella had told her while she was talking, the girl was now alone. There was nothing and no one for her to go to. She had been driving to close out her mother's house in Phoenix so that it could be put on the market. She was hoping to sell it fast, but that wasn't very likely with the way the housing market was in Phoenix. Charlotte didn't argue with the girl. She had obviously been through enough, not that she knew exactly what enough was. All she had gotten out of her was that she lost everyone she loved and she had an incident with a vampire or more than one and lived. She still wouldn't talk.

It was almost endearing how she was worried about them. She especially liked Peter, although you wouldn't be able to tell looking at either of them. They were the type that would give each other a lot of crap and love every second of it. Charlotte had seen it a few times before she became like this. Peter would start on her and she would dish it right back. Then after a few minutes she would clam up and stop. It almost seemed like a survivors complex to Charlotte. She was afraid to be happy. Afraid to want to be here. Charlotte just knew that in the short time she was living with the it was one of the happiest. Bella was a friend that Charlotte had always wanted and she was a formidable verbal sparring partner with her husband. She fit right in with them. Like she was always meant to be there. But this wasn't working. This whole 'whoa is me, just kill me' attitude needed to stop and there was really only one way.

Charlotte was glad he was going to be there tonight. She only needed to wait 15 hours. She was a bit perturbed that he had more important tasks to take care of than aid her and Peter, granted she didn't explain the situation at all. She just told him that they needed some help with a problem only he could solve. And then he informed her, rather shortly, that he would have to take care of something first and he would be delayed. But what could she really complain about? Jasper wasn't bringing Alice. Charlotte shook her head at the mere thought of the other small woman. She just did not like the girl. She was meddlesome, annoying, and had no wit. She just couldn't understand why Jasper loved her. If she was allowed to speak her opinion on the matter, which Peter strictly forbid to her to do, she would tell her blonde friend that he wasn't in love with the pixie of a woman. He loved what she brought him to. Charlotte would give Alice credit for that. She brought the man that she thought of as a brother to happiness and freedom of fear and depression. Although, the way the family treated him wasn't very supportive. But to each their own and Jasper had certainly chosen his.

And Charlotte was choosing hers. She almost hoped that Jasper wouldn't get here before Bella fell asleep. And that her husband would take more time than necessary. She could simply state that she just didn't know if the girl was going to die and just couldn't let her die like that. That would work. She had the entire thing planned out. Bella falls asleep. Sneak up on her. Bite Bella. Stand there looking smug until Peter came up towards the house and then put on a look of panic for when he walks through the door. Tell her husband that she thought the young girl was going to die so she bit her. And then wait three days and reap the benefits of her new friendship. All blame free. Or at least that was the way it worked out in her head. Peter and his damn intuition might figure it out, but he wasn't going to complain. Charlotte was sure of that. Granted they hadn't talked about changing the girl, but she knew that Peter knew she wanted to. Maybe it wasn't the best to have her become a newborn in this emotional state, but what Charlotte wants Charlotte gets one way or another.

Peter the ever planner would always want the other way, but Charlotte wasn't known to think things out. She was the act now think later type. And it ended up doing her good. Back when Jasper was going to kill her and Peter decided he would try and talk the man out of it she decided, instead, to prepare to run. And running is what worked, not Peter's friendship crap. She swore sometimes Peter was like Barney about friendship. 'I love you, you love me' and all that crap. God why did she have to love him? Life would be easier if the man didn't talk back to her when she was always right. More than once she had to tell Peter to shut the fuck up and listen to her. She was right about Bella that night and she would be right about having Bella changed. God help anyone that wanted to argue with her on this subject. Bella was her friend.

She continued to stare intently at the young girl, just willing her to fall asleep. She had now moved to fully sit on the couch looking out the window. It was three am. Charlotte could only imagine how tired the girl was. Bella's head started to droop and Charlotte let a smile flash across her face. Her plan would be a success!

She made it about ten feet from Bella when she heard it. His steps were fast and sure. Charlotte cursed her luck as she heard her husband make his way back through the last steps of desert. She didn't have enough time now. Peter had ruined it for her.

She made her way back into the kitchen, not even bothering to look guilty. She knew Peter knew. That's why he chose that exact moment to come in. Sure enough he made his way into the kitchen slowly with one eyebrow raised in a mocking yet questioning look.

"Really?" That was all he asked and Charlotte knew that question was patronizing.

Against her better judgment she decided to answer him, "Yes. And you screwed it up."

Peter shook his head, his windswept hair falling back into place, "That wasn' a good idea."

"It was just fine. Peter, I will make sure she's turned. You can count on that!" She lowered her voice to a harsh whisper.

He sighed loudly and sat down on the bar stool sitting next to their counter. He swiveled slightly from side to side for a moment, "We will, Char. I promise you we will. Just not now. Not while she's in a state. Emotions are worse after the change. With her in a state like this we'd never get her calmed enough to explain it."

She stepped forward slightly. He wouldn't take it like this. It might be too late if they didn't soon. And what if Jasper had taken advice from that Cullen family and wouldn't let them turn her. Or what if he killed her! Peter was doing well with her and Charlotte reckoned that it was because he cared about her. Jasper wouldn't. He had worse control than Peter and he wouldn't be able to see what they saw in Bella. Especially with how she was right now! "But-"

"Char, I don't do this often. You know I like you to have your way. But no. Nothing you will say will change my mind. We aren't doing this. She will be changed I promise. No more harm will come to her. I promise you that. You called Jasper right?" She nodded her head curtly, "Well then he'll come in. Calm her down; we'll get'er a meal. Then change her. We'll do it tomorrow."

Charlotte lifted her head slightly and looked down at her husband, "And what if she doesn' wanna to be changed."

Peter's face shown as he broke out into a large smirk, "What do you think Jasper's for?" He slid off the chair and made his way towards his small wife, "When did he say he was goin' to be here?"

Charlotte let a small smile grace her face. She could deal with the other way right now. She sighed lightly as Peter took her into his arms and she stared up into his beautiful red eyes, "Tonight. Said he had somethin' else he needed to tackle first. Said he was bringin' someone too. Not Alice." Her smile grew wider.

"Wonder who."

"Hope its Emmett." Peter laughed lightly and nodded at his little wife. Really that was the only one he could stand. But something bothered Peter. Why was he bringing someone to their house? Jasper should know better than to just announce he was bringing someone. A vampire's house should be personal and Jasper was breaking that rule. Peter wanted to know why. His intuition flared again slightly as he started to feel uneasy. This was big whatever it was. Something had happened. Jasper wouldn't bring someone otherwise, but he sure as hell was going to give him something else to think about if it was someone other than Emmett.