I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY ALL BELONG TO STEPHANIE MEYER, I AM MAKING NO MONEY OUT OF THIS STORY AND AM ONLY WRITING IT FOR THE ENJOYMENT OF MYSELF AND IT'S READERS. ALL CREDIT FOR THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND STORY GOES TO STEPHENIE MEYER.
I should have known things were too good to last.
It was three weeks to the day that the Cullens arrived at Peter's and I couldn't remember being happier, (although I couldn't actually remember a lot from my human life) I had grown closer to everyone than I was before, especially Rosalie, which surprised us all, but she felt like a sister to me now.
We hadn't seen or heard from Edward and Alice since they fled and we were all glad for it.
I had taken to being a vampire as well as anyone could expect; Peter still came hunting with me, but for company now more that safety. I even had a gift! I had what Jasper described as a shield, mental and physical.
Finding out about my physical shield had been entertaining. We had all been stood out the back of Peter's house, and Emmett had been trying to goad me into a play fight that I didn't want to participate in. He had punched me in the shoulder and before I could consciously react he was soaring back into a nearby tree that unfortunately got in the way.
It had taken me a few seconds to realize it had been me that caused Emmett to fly into a tree. We had then assumed my mental shield from the fact that Edward couldn't read my mind when I was human.
Since that day the Cullens had been helping me practice my gift. They all took turns to piss me off and attack me to trigger my shield. I could now use it at will and without contact.
I had been talking to my dad Charlie as well, and although I knew I wouldn't be able to for much longer the sound of his voice down the phone brought me comfort. All of the human memories I had left were of my dad, even if they were fuzzy, and I refused to let them go.
Things with Peter were progressing well but we had still yet to talk about the fact that we were mates, something I felt we needed to do sooner than later.
I was currently sat by the lake that ran through the land behind Peter's house when I felt someone sit beside me, I didn't need to look to know it was Peter, I could tell from his scent, something that had become all too familiar in these last weeks. I had taken to sitting out here recently to think and I knew Peter would come and look for me here.
'We need to talk,' I said without looking at him, the change in my voice still startled me at times.
'I know,' he hooked a finger underneath my chin and pulled my face round to look at him.
His expression turned vulnerable and he took a deep unneeded breath, 'Look, I'm gonna lay all my cards out on the table Darlin', I have feelings for you, strong feelings, like this incredible pull that makes it hard for me to stay away from you. I know we haven't know each other long, but I think I'm in love with you Darlin',' He looked away shyly as he finished his confession.
I had never been any good with words, so instead of embarrassing myself by trying to explain how I felt I pulled his face up with both of my hands and crashed my lips to his.
At first he didn't respond and I started to worry that I'd done the wrong thing but then he started to move his lips against mine. The feeling was indescribable. Electric shocks ran through out my body from where our lips were joined right down to the tips of our toes. We both gasped at the feeling and broke apart.
As we looked into each other's eyes I felt love wrap around me and I had never felt more content. His face broke into a grin the mirrored my own, the kind that reached each ear and lit up our faces.
I don't know how long we sat like that, eyes locked, grinning at each other, hands intertwined just enjoying the moment.
It was hours later when we started making our way back to the house; we burst through the tree line giggling like school children and holding hands to find a solemn and worried looking Carlisle waiting for us.
'What's wrong Carlisle?' I asked running toward him, pulling Peter with me.
'Don't worry, no one is hurt,' Carlisle said quickly, 'Jasper found a young women dying by the side of the road, she had been mugged and stabbed.' Carlisle trailed off.
'So?' I asked, confused.
'Well,' he said hesitantly, 'he changed her, couldn't bear to see her die, she's upstairs turning.'
Peter nodded understandingly, 'You're not mad?' Carlisle asked Peter.
'No of course not, I'm proud of him actually. I assumed she's his mate?'
'That was my thinking too,' Carlisle said nodding.
'How is she doing?' Peter queried.
'She's fine, the change is going well, she's going to be beautiful,' Carlisle said breaking a smile causing the tension to break.
'Well good for him,' Peter said cheerily, 'we're going to go hunting, give him some space.'
We returned a few hours later, feeling full. The girl Jasper had saved was a pretty little thing, cropped auburn hair that curled around a beautiful face.
It was two days later when she woke, with me and Jasper sat by her bedside. We had explained what had happened and she had taken it very well.
Jasper had taken her to hunt, animal blood of course, and they had returned three hours later holding hands, clothes torn and mischievous smiles on their faces.
She couldn't remember any human memories and therefore had no name; Carlisle believed that her mind had blocked all her memories due to the traumatic events that happened before Jasper had found her, broken and dying at the side of the road.
She shyly asked me if I'd pick a name for her and a few hours later I walked into the sitting room with Peter to find her sat on Jasper's lap, to tell her my choice.
'Aurelia,' I said looking at her. She seemed to think it through and then a smile appeared on her face and she launched herself at me squealing 'Thank you!'
The rest of the family came in smiling at my choice as she returned to her seat on Jasper's lap.
'Aurelia,' he said trying it out whilst fingering a piece of her hair, 'it's different, I like it,'
Suddenly the door slammed open and we all spun round to see Edward and Alice standing in the doorway looking murderous.
'Sorry to interrupt the family bonding moment,' Edward sneered.
I should have known things were too good to last.
Author Note: Thank you for the Reviews, Faves and Follows, the mean the world to me.
To all those who are wondering about the name,
Aurelia is the shimmering female form of the Roman classic Aurelius, very common in the Roman Empire but rarely heard in modern America. The name of several minor early saints, Aurelia has the right sound, feel, and meaning to rise again.
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