Peter's POV

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Now I have never believed in actual ghosts, even though the different voices in my head gave me plenty of reason to. I mean, yes, I will admit that I have considered their existence. When you have a multitude of voices inside your head, male and female alike, who all have different personalities, it's only natural to think of things like ghosts occasionally.

Not that I ever considered myself a ghost whisperer or anything. No, I have always tried to avoid thinking about them, calling them my 'gift' and leaving it at that, chocking the rest of it up as being my own unique brand of crazy. Who knows, maybe I was a schizo when I was human or some shit. Besides, technically the ghosts are the ones who whisper to me, not vice versa.

But as I drifted from the warehouse, I had to admit that I wouldn't dare try to deny their existence now. My own personal ghosts were still with me, but I couldn't understand the voices because they were so quiet. I guess I had exhausted my 'gift' and it would be a while before it was up and running, or in this case up and speaking, again. Hopefully. I couldn't even fathom the idea that I would never be able to hear them again. The voices were a part of me, kind of like a spouse would be to a human. For better or worse, til death do us part and all that good shit. Only in my case, even death didn't make us part.

I think I floated for a while, not really sure what to do or how to do it. I simply took the time I needed to adjust to my new existence. My gift came back to me all at once, the voices screaming at me that I had to hurry, had to get to my mate. I had to help her, to warn her. But I didn't know where I was or how to move. Before the thought had even completely formed, my voices had already started instructing me.

By the time I made it to Forks, my mate was already in the forest conversing with the enemy. Isabella, was whispered to me as I stared at the gorgeous girl I was currently hovering over. She was stunning, a little on the thin side, but still beautiful. Her dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes were striking in contrast to her skin, which was pale enough to resemble my own...well, when I had skin, that is.

I was in awe. This little human girl was my mate. Mine. Fuck, how I loved the sound of it. I reluctantly pulled my eyes from her and examined the current threat against her. This must be the 'idiot older vampire' that the red-headed bitch planned to use as cannon fodder. He was fairly muscular, with dark skin and hair. He was also standing way too fucking close to my mate for my likings. Of course, if he was on the other side of the state, it would still be too fucking close in my eyes.

"I'm surprised they left you behind. Weren't you sort of a pet of theirs?" I growled loudly at him calling my mate a pet, but neither of them seemed to hear me.

"Something like that," her beautiful voice answered.

"Hmm," he said, a contemplating look on his face. My little one seemed to realize the danger that she was in, finally taking a step back. Not that it would do any good. I growled again, but to no avail.

"Do they visit often?" The dark-skinned vampire shifted closer to her with his question. I knew I had to help her stall until the wolves could arrive, I just didn't know how I was supposed to help if she couldn't even hear me. Focus your energy, talk only to her. I promptly did as I was told.

"Lie," I said, concentrating on pushing my energy into the word. She seemed to pause, eyes darting around before focusing back on the male vampire. And then she did it, she lied. Too bad she was such a shitty liar. Even a human wouldn't have believed her words.

"You must lie better than that, kitten. Stall, just a little while longer," I pleaded, using more of my energy to push the sentence to her. She tried, I'll give her that, but it still wasn't enough. My little one could not lie for shit, that's for sure. I would definitely have to teach her to play strip poker some time. I growled as I saw the vampire take another step towards my mate.

"Stall, kitten, just a few moments longer and they'll be here. Please, stall, little one," I begged, not even caring that she could probably hear the panic in my voice. And she listened, of course she did. She stalled by asking about the red-headed bitch, Victoria. When that didn't work, she begged. But it did no good. He took another step towards my mate and I could feel my rage rising up. The wolves are here.

"Run. Isabella, run. RIGHT NOW!" I yelled, pushing the last of my energy into the command. Thankfully, she listened. She turned and ran, the dark-skinned vampire laughing as she did. I smiled as I watched the wolves descend, smiled as I heard the growls that silenced the males laughter. And then I laughed as he was torn apart, my beast rejoicing just as much as I was.

After the smoke turned purple and I was sure the vampire was truly gone for good, I started off towards my mate. I felt drained, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to speak to her again until my energy built back up. Still, I wanted to see her, to know that she was safe.

Due to her slow human speed, she was just getting into her truck when I floated by. I followed her to what I assumed was her house. Even in my current form, I still had my sense of smell. I could smell the blood from my position in the back of her truck, smell it even over my mate's glorious scent. I tried to warn her, tried to stop her from going in the house. But I had exhausted every last morsel of energy I had when I talked to her earlier. I was useless. I could only watch.

So that is what I did. I watched. I watched uselessly as she opened the door, watched as she paused and took in the scene. I simply watched as she fell to her knees, screams pouring from her human throat until she could scream no more. My mate was hurting and I couldn't even offer her comfort. All I could do was bear witness.

My heart broke when she placed the gun inside her mouth. I screamed and yelled, but it did no good. Everything that I had given to try and save her was useless as she stood there, finger on the trigger. I turned away; I simply couldn't watch my mate end her own existence.

But then she was running towards the kitchen, gun forgotten on the floor. I floated after her, reading over her shoulder the note that Victoria had left her. The bitch had the nerve to tell my mate that she had gotten this idea from me. It pissed me off, and I felt the rage starting to build within me. It quickly deflated, though, when I heard the phone call my mate made.

I tried to beg, to plead, to growl and curse at her, anything to make her stay, to go to the wolves for protection. But it did no good. I was weaker than a newborn kitten and had no energy to push my words to her. I could do nothing but watch as my mate walked to her truck, leaving a trail of bloody footprints in her wake.

I followed her truck and witnessed it all; the red-haired bitch jumping on her hood, her old truck going through a guard rail and plunging down towards the water, Victoria grabbing my mate's limp body and pulling her out. Then she was running with her, taking her to a brick house out in the country. I followed her down into the basement and discovered what I'm sure were the owners of the house...plus a lot of other dead humans. They were all long dead, their stench burning my nose.

I was forced to watch as Victoria sunk her teeth into my mate's arm, letting her venom spread through her fragile system. My mate's screams rang out, her pleas for the red-headed bitch to end it all nearly breaking me. And then the bitch was sucking the venom back out, keeping my mate from changing. She was simply using it to torment her, I realized.

I watched in horror as the bitch tortured my mate, my Bella. I heard her bones snap, her screams ringing through the basement. And then the bitch uncovered my mate's mother and a different kind of torture began.

If I could have cried, tears would have been running down my face. Instead, I could only express my sorrow through the sobs that were racking my entire body. Never in my existence, human or vampire, have I completely broken down. But right then, watching my mate's pitiful attempts to crawl to her dying mother, I completely lost my shit.

When it was over, Renee's lifeless body added to the decaying pile, Victoria turned her attention back to Bella.

"Well, that was fun," the bitch laughed, walking over and kicking my mate in the stomach. Blood flew from her lips as she coughed and gagged. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her body went limp. My strong mate had finally had enough, passing out to retreat into the blackness. Victoria gave one more cackle before she turned and walked back up the stairs into the main part of the home.

I crouched down by my Bella, trying to offer what comfort I could by running my transparent hand down her cheek. How could I watch this horror for another nine days? Surely, there was some way I could help her. Maybe I could find a physic or medium or some shit. Humans had those, didn't they? They had them in movies, anyway. Would Jasper's mate be considered close enough to a physic that she could see me? She'd never mentioned seeing ghosts before, but then I'd never mentioned that my 'gift' was actually a few voices inside my head. No, even vampires didn't advertise shit like that.

Just when I had decided to seek out Alice, my own voices deemed it necessary to intervene. Slip into her dreams. Well, hell, I thought. Just how do I go about doing that? Slip into her, slip into her dreams. I waited, but that seemed to be all I was going to get.

Okay. Slip into her. Surely, they didn't mean that in the sense that my lower extremity was hoping for. Well, now I knew that ghosts could, in fact, get a hard on. I chuckled for a second, but quickly stopped when I looked down at my damaged mate again. This was no time for laughter, even if it was keeping me from losing my shit again.

Just drift into her body and you'll slip into her consciousness, her dreamscape. The whisper was male, a grumpy voice who I rarely ever heard from. And when I did hear from him, he was usually not very helpful. Fucking idiot! Yep, now all is right with the world. Well, besides me being a ghost, and my mate being tortured in front of me. Okay, so maybe everything wasn't so peachy keen, after all.

I took a deep, really un-fucking-necessary breath, and slid my non-corporeal being into my lovely mate's body. Blinding white light flashed behind my eyes, and it felt like a bolt of lightning slammed through my body. And then everything was different.

No longer did I see the dingy basement with its huge pile of bodies. Nor did I see my mate broken and bleeding on the filthy concrete floor. No, what I was now looking at was a...puke green couch? What. The. Fuck.