Author note:

Enjoy.

Peter tells me that he and Charlotte are in a small rainy town in Washington that goes by the name of Forks.

Since I'm in Minnesota, I decide wait until it gets dark and then run to let go of some stress.

I run through the three states separating them and come across 10 sets of scents, all ranging from very faint to a day old.

It takes me just over 15 hours to get to the Forks welcome sign.

Leaning up against a solid tree truck 200 meters from the sign, I grab my mobile phone from my black bag and punch in Peter's number.

I drum my fingers against the bark of the wood, watching pieces of it fall to the soggy moss covered ground, much like I would do if I was sitting against a piano, just not as hard.

'Tap' 'Tap' 'Tap' my fingers go against the bark.

Peter answers after the 5th ring,

As soon as he picks up I say, in a don't-push-me-right-now-l-will-remove-your-man-bits-if-you-do tone, "I'm at the welcome sign. What now?"

"I'll be right there, hold on." He muttered.

He can obviously tell I'm annoyed at doing this; however he's my best friend, my brother.

I'll do anything he or Charlotte needs me to do; however if I don't want to do it, I will let them know.

"Holding." I say, plainly.

He chuckles into his phone. "Lovin' the enthusiasm, Darlin'."

I roll my eyes so hard, I think I see the back of my head.

My bag suddenly finds itself in my hands. Lifting my shoulder to keep the phone to my ear, I use both of my hands to open the bag.

"Just run, please." I signed, looking down and going though the bag to find what I wanted.

I pull out a small, circle contain filled with blueberries.

I bring it up to my face, inhaling the scent and it brings up memories that my brain associates with it.

"Okay, be there in a minute or tw-"

I push the red button, ending the short call.

"Yum." I moan, popping a couple in my mouth and piercing the small fruit with my teeth.

I chuck a few in my mouth, savouring the bitter and sweet taste.

"Al." I hear a masculine, familiar and southern voice say.

I lift my head and see at the opposite side of the road, dull almost black red eyes looking back at me.

Its Peter, with his blonde hair a mess and underneath his eyes a deal purple.

He hasn't fed in weeks.

That's needs to change right now.

"Let's Go." I told him, sternly as my hands clench around the container.

He rolls his dark eyes, but walks across the road.

I drop the ruined plastic with some left over blueberry gunk and put it in the bag I pulled it out of.

I spin myself around and start running, speeding through the forest to Seattle.

Its silent for a few moments.

Peter breaks the silence.

"I really appreciate this Al. "

Peter and Charlotte are the only people allowed to call me that; if it was anybody else, I would rip them a new one.

I glance at him from the corner of my eye and see that he keeps looking over at me; he does that when he's feeling nervous or guilty.

I arch an eyebrow.

"Is there something the matter?" I say to him.

He has no reason to feel nervous with or around me.

Playing with a bit of dirt on the bottom of his t-shirt, He turns his head.

"Alex.." Peter whispered, he's voice laced with fear, guilt, shame and worry.

I slam my feet down and skid to a complete stop in the middle of the forest.

Peter always calls me Al, the only times he hasn't is when he should have told me something really important but kept it from me.

Clenching my fists, I slowly turn my head to him.

Taking deep breaths and closing my eyes tightly, l say "Peter,.. What is it?"

Now fiddling with his fingers, Peter looks forward, memorising the bugs in the air.

He takes a deep breath, smelling the earthy air, then lets it out.

"Alex.. The people with the hybrid child...they're the Cullen's."

I suck in a breath, from shock, and slowly start jogging off, instead of answering him.

We're in Seattle before we know it, we go and get a bite to eat.

"Al, can you forgive me?" whispers Peter, his voice laced with guilt.

I think about it.

Can I? Of course I can. Should I? No, no I shouldn't; Pete and Char was the only people I told about the cullens, I trusted them.

"Yeah, I can." I say, looking at the building I just stopped in.

It was an tall abandoned building.

Peter breathe a sigh of relief, "Thank you Al." He says.

I look at him, noticing his eyes keep getting darker every minute.

"Let's eat; your throat must be killing you." I firmly say.

He smiles a thankful smile and takes off to find his dinner.

I make sure I look decent, then I walk into the building..

Breathing though my nose, I get the scent of fresh blood.

I follow it.

As I hunt, I think.

Do I want to see the cullens? No, no I don't; they left without so much as a kiss my sparkly ass cheek.

But there is an innocent child involved.

A child that hasn't done anything bad to me.

So as soon as this is all over I can go back home.

That's a good plan, I will sick to this plan like glue.

I'll help them, then I'll go home.

I like this plan.

The sound of a piecing scream, followed by a harsh slap on skin and a feminine whimper caught my attention.

I follow the sound of fast beating heart.

As I round the corner, I spot a large dark figure leaning over a motionless petite figure on the ground.

The bigger figure starts roughly tugging at the pants of the smaller person.

I know what was about to happen.

With the speed that only a supernatural being can have, I ran over to the horrid and disgusting animal that was going to be my dinner tonight.

My hand grabbed the collar of the shirt the huge male was wearing and with 1% of my strength I threw him back, listening as multiple bones in his body broke as he went through the rotting walls.

Before his body even hit the floor, I had my hand wrapped around his throat tightly and slammed him down.

I looked down at the horrific being that shouldn't even be considered a human and bite down hard on the skin of his neck.

The warm, filling and life giving liquid filled my mouth and I eagerly swallowed every single drop until there was nothing left in the vessel that held that sicking soul.

I could feel Peter behind me, taking care of the unconscious but still petrified female.

After I finished my meal, I turn around and spot Peter standing to the side with two bottles full of fuel and a lighter.

Without saying a word, I grab a fuel bottle and start dredging the body with it, with a flick of the lighter and the flames light the bulling up.

I turn and see that his eyes are a deadly blood red; I'm happy with this, it means that he is full and the constant burn that is in his throat is at the back of his mind as is mine

"Are you still going to help Al?." He asks, hopefulness mingled in his voice.

"There is an innocent child, Peter...Of course I am." I say, offended that he thinks I wouldn't.

We hightail it out of there, going to meet the people I didn't want anything to do with.

Thoughts?