Notes: Thought I'd leave this here, this is Happy Accident from Kate's perspective. A lot of you wanted more added to this story and I'm a little inclined to indulge you all. I can't promise it'll be soon so thought I'd give you this to tide you over. Depending on inspiration I might write a little more to this exploring Kate and Bella's relationship development etc probably in one shots.

Hopefully updating some of my other stories this week so keep your eyes peeled.

Lemme know what you think, if there is specific moments of their relationship you wanna read about or you have any ideas for this I'd love to hear about it.

As always thank you so much for your continued support and encouragement.

Love always ~ Nell xoxo

~ Kate's POV ~

One would think that 1009 years of near impeccable control and discipline would prepare me for this moment. I always prided myself on the control I had over myself. Of the way I almost felt as if I were completely one with my inner beast to such a degree that I could control her in almost all situations. My new-born year and the 200 years of grief I slipped into the moment my sisters and I lost our mother not counting.

Never in all that time did I foresee that I would lose every bit of control I had mastered at the sight of an eighteen year old human girl.

Though that is exactly what did occur.

The moment her scent registered in my mind I had felt the first of my control melting, though not enough to really pay attention to it mind you. The moment my eyes met the warm innocent brown of one Isabella Swan that control slipped further as I found myself desperately clinging to my sister and coven leader Tanya in an attempt to hold myself back. To stop myself running to the girl and taking her far far away from there.

If it weren't for the firm grip Tanya had on my arm I don't think I would have managed it. Her whispered "čo je to sestra?" (What is it sister?) Murmured in concern as she registered the slip in my control. Keeping her voice at a level that ensured only our other sister Irina and I heard her as she leaned into me slightly.

"Tanya, je moja, moja milovaná" (Tanya she is mine, my beloved) I had whispered back just as quietly though I was unable to mask the utter desperation and need that laced my words as my eyes remained trained on the captivating human girl in front of us as I watched her smile shyly at us.

She was gorgeous, everything I had always dreamed she would be and so much more. It felt surreal to gaze at her, to believe that after ten thousand years I had finally found her and all it took was for one moment, one glimpse at brunette locks, brown eyes I could drown in and that sweet shy smile to know that this girl completely owned me, body, heart and soul.

I hadn't always wanted a mate, too caught up in the joy I had felt at my new found freedom that came with being changed by Sasha our mother. As a human my life had been grim. I started in an orphanage, my father unknown, my mother a teen who died in childbirth as she fought to bring me into the world. As many would assume life as an orphan was bleak back then. There was no formal name for it when I was but a child, dependant on the adults around me. Adults that cared little for the responsibility, barely giving me enough to survive. From there I was taken in by a Slovak tribe and trained as their chiefs daughters attendant. A girl who despite it being my duty to protect her by all means and despite the fact I was barely a girl myself also cared little for me. But her tribe was good to me, I was fed and clothed, treated with kindness by many and my skills with a sword praised by the nobility.

I gave my life to serve and protect her and it had been this absolute loyalty that had been my saving grace when death came knocking in the form of Sasha and Tanya who were both on the hunt.

I fought, hard to keep my mistress safe, guarding her caravan as we travelled and even though I could clearly see I stood little chance against the two beautiful blonde women with their strange red eyes and inhuman speed I had been determined to do all I could to ensure the chiefs daughter survived. My sense of duty so engraved that I faced them with a steeled resolve and complete acceptance that I would meet my death at the blonde women's hands. I had only hoped I would be enough of a distraction to keep them busy while my mistress escaped.

I had no such luck, though my display did distract one of them enough to have her pause once she had effectively disarmed and pinned me to the snowy ground. Giving me a contemplative look as she studied me. Her ruby red eyes scanning my body before her eyes locked with mine and I saw previously ice cold red pools soften and warm a little.

The last words I ever heard as a human were whispered by her as she pressed a tender kiss to my forehead.

"prosím, odpusť mi, dieťa moja" (please forgive me my child)

Once I had awoken from the fire that had consumed me in flames of agony for what had seemed as the longest time I was welcomed into a life where human frailties, human needs and rules no longer applied and I had revelled in it.

In 1356ad when the vampiric leaders - The Volturi came for our creator and mother Sasha, after she (unknown to us) created an immortal child. Grief had consumed my sisters and I as we mourned the agony created by her death and we had gone on a near enough 200 year binge filled with sex and blood. We lost count of the human life's we took, draining them dry after we had fucked them. Barely staying under the Volturi's radar.

By the end of those two hundred years we had felt all but shattered, we grew tired of the violence, our guilt and grief finally catching up with us and it was then that my longing for a mate truly began. My longing for the one who would complete me, make me feel whole and loved. Safe and understood.

I had waited a very long time for her but finally it had happened. The Cullen's had invited us to come down to meet their new coven member, a human girl whom, Carlisle had informed us on the phone call, was Edward's mate.

Though now we knew that statement wasn't true, the girl wasn't his, she was mine. My mate. My human.

"si si istý?, povedal Carlisle ..." (are you sure? Carlisle said...) Irina began, her voice again kept at a level that meant it would only be heard by our ears. Though I couldn't let her finish that sentence, my beast bristling at the spoken reminder that my mate was being claimed by another.

"NIE! to, čo Carlisle povedala a nepovedala, je irelevantné. Viem, čo cítim, Irina. dievča je MOJE!!" (NO! What Carlisle has said and hasn't said is irrelevant. I know what I feel Irina. The girl is MINE!!!) I hissed, narrowing my eyes in the Cullen Coven leaders direction as a little more of my control slipped from me.

Anger slowly creeping in as the reality of it all started to sink in. After 1000 years I had found my mate only to learn that another had claimed her for himself. To make it worse she was human, she had no knowledge of what a mate bond truly felt like, she may not believe me if I were to tell her she was mine, that she belonged to me and not the sparkly fairy like child trapped in a man's body.

"Take a breath sister, we cannot do anything to rectify this right now. It is her birthday, do not cause a scene here, wait until the party is over to confront him. You would never forgive yourself if you were to upset her on her eighteenth. Just take this time to introduce yourself properly, talk to her, let her get to know you" Tanya murmured her thumb rubbing soft, reassuring circles on my arm where it currently rested. Grounding me and allowing me to regain a little of my control. Enough anyway to allow me to think, registering the truth in her words.

She was right, not that I would voice that. But she was. My mate was a human girl, a human girl that was currently celebrating what many cultures believed to be a milestone birthday. I could not confront Edward right now. I couldn't do anything to ruin her night.

Taking a breath I clung desperately to the last threads of my control as I steeled myself. Readying myself for the torturous evening I was about to experience as I watched my newly discovered mate laugh happily with a coven that were doing nothing but lie through their teeth to her.

Surprisingly I managed to cling to that control for the majority of the night, I had taken every chance I could get to speak to her. Her soft tone and shy behaviour making it harder and harder not to give into my need to take her in my arms and hold her close. But I had resisted. I had even managed to hold onto my little control when the pansy boy realised exactly who Isabella was to me and he and his coven began doing all they could to keep Isabella away from me.

It wasn't until nearing the nights end that my control vanished completely.

We had all gathered to watch her open her gifts. I had placed myself between Irina and Tanya to help ground me. Over the course of the evening, Edward had caught on to what was happening and had made it his mission to ensure that getting close to my mate was close to impossible. Sticking close to her and glaring dangerously at me whenever he thought no one was watching. It had been grating on my nerves. Causing my inner beast to hiss and pace in possessive fury as I was forced to watch the little boy flaunt his position in my mates life. Though, it wasn't Irina and Tanya's supportive hands on my back that helped keep me in control but the brief flashes of irritation in my mates eyes whenever he would crowd her or cut off a conversation we were having.

Edward stood beside her, his hand on her back as he smiled smugly at me while the rest of his coven began handing my mate her gifts. I focused on her face, taking in the subtle cues to her reactions and as much as I could see how grateful she was for her presents, I could also see how uncomfortable she was in such a central position with all eyes on her.

Esme had just handed the girl an envelope when it happened, as she moved to peel the envelope open her finger slipped, the thin edge of paper breaking through her skin, bathing the room in the intoxicating smell of human blood.

Within a fraction of a second the atmosphere in the room changed and with it any vestige of control I had left slipped away from me. I could feel it as my beast took over, completely powerless to do anything but react I had moved and had Isabella in my arms before anyone had the chance to react.

Letting out a loud warning growl when Jasper, Emmet and Edward all began growling and struggling to get to my mate. They wouldn't touch her. She is MINE. I would never allow harm to come to her.

I can feel how tense my mate is, I can hear how fast her heart beats and the way she gasps quietly as if trying to suck air into her lungs and it only works to enrage me further, not at all pleased with how terrified my Isabella is, furious that these vampires are frightening her so much. Though I'm so lost to my instincts I cannot find the words I need to reassure her of her safety. To tell her that I would never allow any sort of harm to befall her. Because she is mine and I'd die in her place gladly before I saw a single hair on her misplaced by anyone.

Leaning down as I hold her tightly, I nuzzle into her, rubbing my cheek against hers and gently rub my mouth and nose into her neck, trying to offer her the reassurance she needs through my actions.

Somewhere outside of my immediate focus I register Carlisle's voice but it hardly matters what he is or isn't saying. All that matters right now is Isabella and how terrified she is.

I wanted to whisper sweet reassurances, promises of safety but the only sound I could muster was a soft purr, my chest vibrating against hers as my beast attempted to soothe her by sound, the only way I knew how. I knew I kept switching between purring and growling everytime I sensed someone move closer. Not willing to take my face away from my mates neck as I felt her clutch onto my shirt tightly, pressing herself against me, obviously taking comfort from me despite the fact she only met me this evening. A thought that makes me purr even more, knowing that my mate seems to trust me to take care of her and keep her safe right now while she bleeds in a room full of vampires, even as I feel the gentle hum of her voice as she talks to whomever is present.

I'm unable to stop growling until I feel everyone but my coven leader leave, even in this state I trust Tanya and wouldn't dare growl at her, even if I don't want her coming near. The lack of vampires around allows me to calm a little, finally registering the calming of my mates heart as she begins to settle.

When I feel her finger carding through my hair gently, her nails scraping at my scalp I feel myself begin to calm, now able to focus more on the words she is speaking, my control coming back to me little by little.

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Lying beside my little mate as she sleeps peacefully, surrounded by her scent hours after leaving the Cullen house is when I finally feel myself completely regain my usual control. The steady beating of Bella's heart and her deep breathing lulling me and soothing the beast within me. It feels more incredible than I had ever dreamed it would be.

Not even the worry about how little she seems to understand about our world breaks the calm I currently feel deep within me as I lie here. My eyes closed as I hold Bella close while she sleeps. It feels surreal that after all this time I have finally been blessed with Isabella. Finding her truly is the best gift I could ever receive.

She's everything I had ever dreamed of and the prospect of growing with her, teaching her, having her join me in eternity brings nothing but excitement and complete and utter content to my mind.

When she wakes there is much for us to talk about, much for me to learn about her and her I but for now there isn't a thing in the world that could ever tare me away from her side as she sleeps. Even as she moves about, clinging to me tightly as she seems to burry herself closer to me all I can do is purr softly as I look forward toward our future together.