A/N Last author note for the story... and this chapter is just so you didn't think this was a one shot *winks*

Chapter 2 BPOV

I guess it sort of goes without saying I've never been the brightest crayon in the box. I mean, I'm smart as far as actual knowledge, but common sense and self-preservation have never been my strong suits. That was once again proven when I actually followed the directions the random voice on the other side of the phone gave me. Why? I can't say, because at no point was I given a name. Just told where to go first and the next stop would be revealed. Though, as I stand here in line at a bank in Seattle, I'm actually questioning my literal intelligence.

I know I was followed, too. Jake's beater of a car was a little hard to not see with it being a bigger piece of junk than my truck. I was told to expect that, though, and not to worry... that it wouldn't matter once I got to the bank. I guess it just went to show you how afraid of them I was, that I would rather blindly follow some unknown man's instructions than stay back in Forks with those creatures running around my house. I was sent to the post office in Port Angeles where there was an overnighted package waiting for me, which contained a key and a note that told me it was to a safety deposit box at a bank in Seattle.

I kept glancing over my shoulder, looking every time the door opened, waiting to see those brown eyes so full of scorn looking back at me. Whichever one of them followed me, I didn't see any of them before I heard next and stepped up to the counter. I gave the pretty young blonde behind the glass a smile, and kept my voice light, hoping my emotions didn't give away my nerves.

"Hi. My name is Isabella Swan, and I have a safety deposit box I need access to, please."

The woman smiled back and began to type, which made me super nervous because I didn't actually have what I said I did. I was only told I did. The longer she stayed quiet, the more I began to fidget. By the time she looked at me again, I was ready to tell her I was big fat liar. But, to my surprise, all she did was ask me for my ID. Once I showed it to her, she stood from her stool and waved me behind the counter to follow after her. She made some kind of small talk, but it wasn't until we were in the vault she actually looked at me.

"Do you have your key?"

Shit...

Biting into my bottom lip, I made a noise in the back of my throat and lifted a shoulder after looking at my key ring, picking out the newest addition. "Yeah. Here it is."

All she did was smile, take my keys, then unlock the box on the table without opening it. Handing me back my keys, she stepped back and headed for the open vault doors. "Take all the time you need, Ma'am. Just put the box back in the wall when you're done. The door will automatically lock once it's closed. Just make sure you remember to lock your deposit box again before you do."

I nodded at her back as she left, opened the box, and pulled out the paper that was on the top.

Clear the box. Take it all and return the key on your way out. Everything you need from this point on is here. Use the wallet and go through the envelopes in order. Just remember...

Time is not on your side.

PW

Well... if that didn't jump start someone's heart.

Doing what the note said, I grabbed everything that was in the box, shoved it in my backpack, closed the lid, replaced the box in the wall, then closed the door like the teller told me to. When I heard a magnetic sounding click, I left the vault, removing the key from my ring as I walked back to the front window. To both my shock and delight, there was an open teller, so I headed over to a smile, told him I wouldn't be needing the deposit box anymore. Though he was 'sorry to hear that', he took the key, I signed a piece of paper, and was on my way.

Once I was back in my truck, I sat there for a moment before opening my backpack to pull out the large, sealed envelope... and just looked at it. I know the note said time wasn't my friend, but I mean really, I was blindly following directions from someone I didn't know and had only spoken to once. Was I really going to continue?

I lifted my eyes to scan the parking lot, sucking in a breath when I saw Jake's car on the other side, every available seat occupied, which answered my question.

Breaking the seal, I dumped it on the seat next to me. Three smaller envelopes fell out that were numbered, along with a wallet. Ignoring the wallet for now, I grabbed the one marked '1', and opened it, blinking at the sight of a lot of cash. But, there was card in there as well, so that's what I grabbed, only to find out it was a business card for an auto body shop that was somewhere in the city.

Glancing back at Jake's car, I bit my lip before digging out my phone, pulled up the GPS, and input the address. It wasn't far, which was good. I wasn't a fan of city driving.

Starting my truck, I slowly pulled out my spot, then carefully left the parking lot. Following the directions my phone gave me for the fifteen mile, very turny drive, I kept looking in my rearview, but I hadn't seen Jake's care for the last three turns. That brought a small smile to my face as I pulled into the parking lot of the body shop I was sent to. Parking in a spot on the other side of a much bigger truck to try and hide mine from being seeing from the street, I cut the engine, grabbed the wallet out of my bag, as well as the envelope full of cash, then went inside.

From the outside, the place didn't look like anything special, but once you went through the door, it was clearly a very expensive place to have work done on your car. It was nothing but posh, plush, and luxury. If it wasn't such a gamble, I would love to take a nap on the over stuffed looking couch, but I was able to push down the thought as I made my way to the counter where there was a very attractive looking man at the computer.

With a smile on my face, I cleared my throat to catch his attention. When he gave it to me a moment later, I froze. Scratching the bridge of my nose, I looked away from what were clearly red covering brown contacts to calm down before looking back and smiling again. "Hi. I'm here to pick something up."

His head tilted to the side, knowledge that I knew what he was sparking in his eyes, but he remained pleasant. "And that is?"

Leaning a little closer to him, I gave a single breathless chuckle. "See, that's the thing. I don't know. I was just told to come here."

I watched as a single brow slowly slid up his forehead and he leaned closer to me, also lowering his voice. "Can I see your ID?"

Remaining as calm as I could, I nodded and opened the wallet I got from the bank, then slid out the driver's licence, glancing at the name out of curiosity. It was my actual first and middle names, but the last name wasn't.

Handing it over, I wrapped both hands around the envelope still in my possession, cocking a brow at his reaction to the ID. His eyes snapped up to mine, and his voice seemed both impressed and slightly scared. "Just a moment, please." I nodded and watched him leave the office through a door I had to assume was to the garage, because it got pretty loud until the door closed again.

I wasn't left to wait long before he came back in the room with someone else. The new comer was probably pretty close to my dad's age, and the green eyes allowed me to relax. He didn't really pay me any mind at first, just got right on the computer, typing like a fiend. While he did that, I kept looking over my shoulder, searching what all I could see from the bay sized window. I was actually kinda startled when the man in front of me spoke. "Everything alright, Ma'am?"

Returning my attention to the man, I nodded, though I know my voice gave away the lie, so I tried to tame it a bit. "I'm fine. Just... in a hurry, that's all. I'm running a little late."

He didn't look like he believed me, but he nodded to the explanation nonetheless. "This won't take me all that long. You know, I've been doing mods to vehicles for Peter for years, but it's always been trucks, and they were always shipped to him when they were done. When he called telling me to pick up the coupe and didn't tell me where to send it, I was pretty shocked. Guess now I know why."

I blinked, not only because he knew this mysterious vampire that had me running all over Washington, but knew him well enough to know his name. "And that would be why?"

He looked at me like I was an idiot while he handed me back the bogus ID. "Because you're standing in front of me. No reason to ship it if it's getting picked up." I actually blushed at his words, and he looked back at the computer. "Okay, the balance on the account is $8,834. That's for transport from the dealership and overtime fees. How did you plan on taking care of that." I didn't have the slightest idea how much money was in the envelope, so I just handed it over, and he took it without even looking inside. "Great. I'll have someone bring your car around. You be safe now."

Nodding back, I went back outside to get my things out of my truck. Running my hand down the side one last time, I sighed as I walked across the parking lot, waiting for whatever this coupe was that I just gave up my truck for. I was about to lean on the side of the building when I heard the roar of an engine, then snapped my attention to the drive on the other side of the garage doors. My jaw dropped when a beautiful, sleek black Mustang gt500 convertible came rolling into view. I had no idea what to expect to be brought to me, but a brand new $60,000 dollar car was not it. I didn't want to know what this Peter guy had done to it, or how much more it cost than just the sticker price. I also really did want to.

My hand was over my gaped open mouth when the vampire I first saw when I went inside opened the door and climbed out of the car. It took quite a bit of effort to pull my eyes away from the car; I was sure I looked ridiculous when they landed on the overly amused vampire who was looking back at me when I did. My voice was airy when I was able to force it out. "This is mine?"

He chuckled and nodded. "It is if you can drive a stick."

Shaking my head, I picked up my bag and slowly made my way over to the open door, getting a look at the leather seats, dashboard lights, and the touch screen counsel. "I can."

He moved out of my way, and as I slid into the seat, he began to point out what the different buttons did. When I nodded again, he propped one arm on the open door, the other on the top of the windshield. "I'm going to pretend I never saw you, and you're going to forget you ever saw me. I really hope Peter knows what he's doing."

Licking my lips, I looked over at him with a sigh. "That would be two of us." He told me to drive safe and closed the door. Before I even touched the clutch, I rolled down the window, calling out to him to come back over really quick. When he was back at the car, I looked at my truck before looking back at him, lowering my voice enough I knew no one would hear me but him. "I was followed to Seattle by a group of five guys that aren't... they aren't vampires but they aren't human. I don't know what they are, exactly. Um, werewolves or something, but I do know they don't like your kind and they know that truck. My dad bought it from one of them."

I watched as his eyes changed behind his contacts before he stood back up, his hand still on the door frame of the car. His head turned a bit, I assumed so he could look around the area before looking back at me while holding out his hand. "I'll deal with them, but I'm going to need that truck key." He then tapped his hand on the roof of the car and nodded his head to the side when I handed it over. "Off you go. I would suggest, though, if you're being followed to leave the top up. It'll keep your scent inside... make it harder to find you if dogs are sniffing around."

I gave him an unsure smile and nodded. "I'll do that. Thanks."

He nodded once again and stood back up. "Tell Peter Grant said hi."