I do not own the characters nor the story of Twilight or the movies. Sorry for the long wait and posting, but Captain Peter Whitlock was not cooperating too well with me when I was trying to write this. I would like to hear what you feel about this chapter.

Chapter 7

"Who are you?" Autumn whispered.

The male's face softens slightly, "Peter Whitlock miss, at your service." He followed his introduction with a small bow. He raised from his half-bow as the words left her mouth.

"Thank you. I must have fallen asleep after missing my bus."

"Sweet pea, it isn't safe, where are ya heading to?"

"Forks, Washington."

He stared into the distance for a minute, before returning his gaze to her with a thoughtful look. "Ma would have killed me if I left a lady in distress."

Autumn looked down at her hands that were clasped together in her lap, and shyly spoke, "Nothing will happen?"

"You have my word as a gentleman."

She bit her lower lip than breathed out heavily with nerves and nodded her head. "How long will it take?"

"A day's drive with only necessary stops and one-night worth of sleep after tonight."

"I don't know why, but I trust you."

He Bends down, grabbed her suitcase and her duffle bag, and started to walk away without another word. Peter heard her scrambling to catch up to him. He shorted his strides a little, and she managed to fall into step behind him.

The missing part to his and his brother's bond was here, a child but still. Peter's mind had a whirled of emotions that flooded into the bond with the other half, and yet his radar was going off like crazy of danger to the young lass. However, he knew kidnaping her will not be an option as much as he hated to let her go. But something will happen soon enough. For good or bad, he wasn't sure. But for now, she will need a human moment. He stopped right outside the restrooms, "We should use the restrooms, and we will not stop only for necessaries and for brief rest."

"Kay." Was the shy answer as she hurried into the line for the ladies' room, and Peter followed suit for the men after he saw her going in. He smoothly stepped out of the line and went and leaned against the wall waiting for his young mate to come back out. Peter's eyes narrowed behind his shades slightly for a brief few seconds before smoothing out. Peter watched as Autumn made her way out of the restroom and walked over to him, stopping a few feet away. "Ready?"

"Yes."

He nodded his head once and pushed off the wall and walked to the exit Autumn following behind. Stepping outside, the coolness of the early morning air hit them. He quickly moved them to a black truck. He loaded the duffle bag and suitcase and placed them in the bed of the pickup.

Footsteps sounded from behind, and Peter reached to the side and pulled open the truck's passenger door, "Get in and don't look up."

"Why?"

"A fight will break out. Do you want to see it?"

Peter heard her breath catch in her throat, and she quickly, with trembling, climbed into the front of the truck and buried her head into her bag and covered her ears. "I thought not." Was his harden response, as he slammed the door shut.

Turning around, he moved a few steps from the truck and relaxed his body posture. "Dude, you embarrassed my friend here, and now you will wish you hadn't. Peter removed his sunglasses and placed them into his pocket. "Don't be too sure.

Quicker than a blink of an eye. He moved behind the thugs, and they looked wildly around with fear, "I don't think he is normal." Whimpered one as they stared fearfully into the dark.

Peter meanwhile had a cold smirk on his face as he grabbed the male that would have assaulted and raped the young girl. "You should have heeded my warning; I never do second chances," was the dark whisper of Peter's voice in the man's ear.

Before the man could scream, his mouth was covered, and his head was yank to the side. Peter's teeth sank into the man's flesh like a knife to butter, and the lovely taste of blood flooded his mouth like a current of water until he was only a husk.

The heavy thud of a body hitting the ground alerted the other three, and they spin around. The man who spoke screamed as was grabbed next, and with a blink of an eye, they were several yards away, and another drain body hit the ground.

The other two males had their backs to each other. One was holding a knife and another a gun. In a flash, the man with the knife was grab, and his arm and neck both broken. The last one managed to get off a shot and watched as Peter looks down at his chest and waves one of his finger scoldings at him with a wicked grin. Peter started to stalk towards him slowly, relishing in fear of the human before him. Urinate flooded Peter's smell, and he wrinkles his nose in disgust as the human turned tailed and ran as fast as he could go. He watched the human until they were partway down the road and took off after him, and less than five seconds had the male snapped in half like a twig.

Peter gathered up his victims and rushed behind the bus terminal and quickly dumped the bodies into a dumpster and set it on fire before making a beeline back to the truck. All the while, he made a call to a person to make sure they cleaned up the securities cameras for him. He ends the call right as he opened the truck, "Thanks, Darius."

Climbed into the truck, turning to the young gal, he gently pulled her one hand away from her ear, and she slowly raised her head and let her other hand drop to her lap. "You are not hurt?"

Amusement shown in his eyes, "No."

"How is that possible? What is wrong with your eyes?"

"Curiosity is a good thing, but careful little lady, when seeking answers, you might not like the outcome."

She sucked her lower lip in between her teeth in thought. Peter's voice broke the intense quietness. "Like I said before, sweet pea, and I don't like to repeat myself, no harm will come to you, and you might want to forget about this conversation for now. It will be in your best interest."

She let go of her lip and looked at Peter. "Alright. But what do you tell people though, do you tell them you are albino or something."

"You could say that" As he drove out of the parking lot.

Autumn's whisper of, "Oh."

In the silence intensify like electric static in the air until Peter's words, "We will crash at a nearby hotel at the first rays of the sun; we will be on the road for the next twelve hours."

He felt her stares and her heart rate that raced. He couldn't blame the poor thing; he indeed was dangerous, and she would be a fool not to be. Yet, she was too trusting and naïve. A short time later, he pulled into a parking lot. They got her bags from the back, and he tossed them into the cab of the truck before locking the doors. Peter took Autumn firmly by the arm and escorted her inside the hotel room to the desk and asked for two rooms for the night.

Once checked in, they got into the elevator only for her to make a short gasp and buried her head into his arm and huddled against him.

Peter looked down at Autumn with softness and concern before turning to look at the two humans who were in the process of undressing each other. His southern drawl broke through their haze he noticed with glee, and the woman looked horrified but interested. She wouldn't be able to handle him. Smirking, "Do you mind, my innocence sister doesn't need a crash course as of yet."

Woman simpered, "When I was her age, I was already kissing"-

His growl cut the woman short as he narrowed his eyes at her from behind his glasses.

"Chill, man! The woman was talking."

Before anything else was said, the elevator, the door had opened. "Your stop?"

"Come on, honey; I still need to show you a good time. If you are interested, handsome, can you join us? Yes?"

Peter just stared with a blank look before reaching forward and pressing the button to shut the door on their faces.

"They left sweet pea."

Peter missed the girl's warmth already as she pulled away from him and shifted her pack to the floor at their feet. "I never want…"

watching her struggle with what she saw brought a sadness. "There is a difference, sweet pea between actual love and just plain ol' fucking. The first is something beautiful and full of love and trust with hearts that are to be together. While the later is nothing but for animals."

The unsureness of her voice and her stare at him filled with confusion and horror, "But they are humans."

Peter reached forward and caught the lone tear from falling on her face. Gently pulled Autumn against him as his finger pressed the close button again as the door to the elevator opened on their floor. He then hit the red button to freeze it to give some privacy.

He gently tilted her head up so he could look into her forest green eyes that seemed to sparkle with unshed tears and confusion still. "Sweet pea, you will find that many humans, not all, but most will only think of themselves and their pleasures and needs before anything else. Most are nothing but animals for that reason alone. Not saying that thinking about or spoiling yourself is bad. It isn't, but when you block out everything and feel that everything revolves around your needs and concerns and not consider others, that is when you stop being human. You stop being human when you do not realize your actions or reactions do more harm than good. You stop being human when you destroy needlessly, and there are many ways other than weapons and fighting that can cause that."

"Like what?"

"Words are sharper than even a blade. It can heal and bring a light just by speaking, or they can cause harm and darkness to another person."

Without another word, he pushed the red button, and the doors opened, and he stepped out into the hall with her bag. Autumn stared dumbly for a few seconds, and Peter watched as she glanced back up at him and shyly stepped into the hallway with her eyes to the ground. Peter felt her huddling against his back as they moved through the small crowd of people that had waited.

"Kind of harsh words for a child to hear."

Peter stopped when he heard an older woman's voice and looked at her and saw her concern on her face. He inhaled sharply and pinched his nose for a second. "Yes, Ma'am. But when you have a younger sibling with you, and you happen to get on an elevator to see an act that should not be a public display.

The woman narrowed her eyes at him for a time. "Do you remember who, young man?"

"some bleach-blond, that looked like a hooker."

"Hooker?"

"The older woman's kind voice spoke up, "Hush dear, it's something you shouldn't know about yet, but it isn't for decent young ladies to do."

Peter watched Autumn glancing at him and the woman for a few seconds. The older woman's voice reached his ears again, as he tucked a piece of Autumn's hair behind her ear as his gaze relocked with the woman again.

"What were you saying, young man."

"The other was a tall male, about five foot elven, looked like a businessman. Tall and thin age was about fortyish. Got off on floor four if that would help."

"It does narrow it down. Thank you. Good night dears."

Peter watched as the woman got on the elevator with the others. Before escorting Autumn down the quiet hall to her room where he unlocked the door and flipped on the light and walked around the room checking. He paused at the door for second before turning. Once I leave, lock this door and do not answer until you hear me knock and the sound of my voice."

"I will."

"Good Night, Autumn." Peter shut her hotel room door and stood still and waited until he heard the door lock and a soft sigh from the girl with a whispered, "goodnight."

He moved two doors down and went into his room. He closed and locked his door and made his way into the darkened room, tossing off his shades as he went and his jacket and slipped off his shirt. Peter kicked his boots off before opening the balcony door and stepped outside as he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a cell phone and place it on the table. He sat in one of the chair's there with his legs stretched out in front of him crossed at the ankles.

He stared up into the starry night. He laid the phone down on the small table next to the railing. He was pensive and worried gnawed him. She was young and innocent now. She hadn't the most carefree life; however, sheltered she was. Nonetheless, and yet letting her go will make it harder, she will face the cruel and unfair world in a way and be harmed; however, if he took her with him, than it would end horribly. It will be a disaster for not only himself but their leader, and that extended to their coven as well — a mess for sure.

The ding of a text snapped him out of his thoughts. Call him. Were the only words seen on the screen of the phone, Peter shook his head in his discussion made? Knowing the texter will see it.

Peter inhaled deeply and let the air out slowly though it wasn't needed. It was a couple of hours later that the phone rang. Peter glanced at it and decline. He knew that would make the caller angry, and he swallowed painfully, still trying to come to terms with what he knows.

Another text came through in this time when he glanced at the words the feeling of worry bleed through. What is wrong? Are you all alright? Beyond angry.

He closed his eyes and leaned forward with his hands resting on his knees, and head bowed and slightly tilted. Even now, the bond was humming furiously. He rubbed his chest for a minute, before closing his eyes tiredly. He started to reach for the phone and jumped when it rang if he had a heart, he knew it would be racing right out of his chest.

His fingertips brushed the phone and hesitated just long enough for another four rings to go through before grabbing it and hitting the button to answer.

The enraged southern male voice flooded his ear, "You have the nerve."

Peter closed his eyes at the words, "I apologize, Major." A vicious growl tore from the Major. Peter moved on instinct like in his newborn years huddled and crouched in a corner, and whimpers torn from his throat.

After what felt like a hundred years, "Why?"

Peter's gift was silent, and yet he heard others faintly on the other side, meaning the major wasn't alone, and he couldn't risk speaking. There was another growl, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"I cannot say, sir."

"You daring to defy me."

He shook his head no in silent response with a whimper.

"Answer Me!" was the roar.

Peter knew he already tried his patience, and punishment, later on, will not be quick though never done lightly. He should have realized that working with the Volturi will not be easy for his mate that he loved. But they had been found and exchanged for all of their freedom. The Major had to work for them.

But to see him back this way broke his already dead heart even more and hurt him too. "Danger if taken now. Found the other part." He whispered it almost too soft for his Major to hear, so others couldn't understand if he wasn't alone.

"keeping things from me?"

"No, sir. That is a promise. Please believe me."

"Go fed youngling. I will touch back soon."

The phone went dead before Peter could respond. He had already eaten, but Peter will follow the orders given, with that flashback inside, dress and out the door. Pausing before he got off the elevator, he slipped his glasses back on and moved to the front desk. "The nearest Walmart you have, I forgot to find one before we reached here, my little sister needed a few items."

The reception looked at the young man, "it's about ten-minute drive; it is straight-up the road you can't miss it."

She went to speak some more, but another worker spoke, "Miranda, if that is a question about his appearance or why he is in town for. you will be trouble again." Said another worker as they came up quickly.

Peter smiled reassuringly at the woman. "I am used to it. I have a slight sensitivity to my eyes. Once I step outside, I will not need these. Much obliged for your time, Ma'am."

Peter walked out the door, never seeing the two-female swooning over his old fashion speech and southern drawl to boot.

Peter moved quickly out of sight and into the darkness of the parking lot once he was far enough away. He took off running. To a seedy part of town where Peter found a middle-aged woman duped and drank every ounce of the blood the woman had. He slit her throat a little more to look like a killing. Staging the scene, he took off to the local Walmart store.

Going inside, he moved to the aisles needed, grabbed a bottle of shampoo and soap, along with a toothbrush and paste. Peter went to the clothing section and got underwear, a loose t-shirt that had Dance your cares away with a picture of Fraggle rock characters on it. Then Peter grabbed a pair of jeans and earth sandals that were at the end of the summer sale. Peter went and got himself clothes for himself too.

He checked out and made it back in time to the hotel, not even an hour later. He dropped the things he bought for Autumn off at her room first before heading back to his own.

There he sat on the bed for the night, not moving. It was about ninety minutes away from sunrise. He noted as he rose and made his way out the door. Peter walked a couple of doors down to Autumn's room and pounded on the door for almost a minute before a tired voice called out, "Who is it?"

He smiled, pleased at the girl for doing as instructed. "Get ready. We will move out an hour."

"Alright, Peter." He leaned opposite of side of the hall against the wall, waiting.