Charlotte POV

Peter had been gone since yesterday and hasn't even called.

I was lounging on the couch, reading a book, when Peter finally strolled through the front door at around two in the morning.

"Hey Char," Peter greeted, coming to sit next to me on the couch.

"Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"Where have you been?"

He froze, only for the briefest of moments. "Out hunting with Jasper." His answer was an obvious lie, especially considering his voice was nervous. And his eyes were black.

"I've known you for over one-hundred years, my mate. You cannot lie to me."

Peter shifted uncomfortably. "I was just out, okay?" He stood up like he was about to storm off.

I stood up to and dropped my book on the couch. "Out where, Peter?"

"Places!"

"Places? Places!" I screeched getting angrier by the moment. "Places that make you smell like sex?" I fumed at him.

"Yes!" Without another word he ran from the house.

Not missing a beat I sprinted after him, out of the small cottage and into the surrounding forest. "Come back here! I'm not done with you, asshole!"

"Well I am." He continued running and I pushed on harder, determined to catch him. I pushed my legs faster, gaining on my fleeing mate until, finally, I tackled him to the ground.

I pushed his body into the dirt as I straddled his back. "Tell me! I wont be angry in you just tell me who."

Peter turned his head to the side and spit out some dirt. "I'll never tell!"

"Yes you will!" I yelled before grabbing his arms and pulling them behind his back.

"Let me go you crazy woman!"

"Never! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I shrieked. Then, I ripped off his clothes and shoved the closest tree onto him before running as quickly as I could back to our cabin. Not missing a beat as I raced through the door, I immediately found the keys and locked every door into the house before scribbling a quick note and running out the front door again, locking it behind me.

Third Person POV

Charlie was cruising down one of Fork's main streets, keeping his eyes open for anyone. Honestly, he wasn't actually paying attention. Instead, his mind was on his daughter.

But a naked white ass running across the street soon caught his attention.

Charlie stepped out of his car and called out. "Excuse me, sir." The man stopped and turned around. "What exactly are you doing?" Charlie asked.

"Uh. . " Peter tried to think of an answer to give the cop. "I'm trying to get some clothes." He answered uncertainly.

"And why are you naked?"

"I. . Um . . Well, you see . . . . " Peter stuttered.

"Okay sir, your gonna have to come with me, turn around," Charlie commanded, pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

The naked vamp sighed and turned around. Charlie cuffed him and led the vamp into the backseat of the cruiser.

Sometime later that day

Ring Ring Ring. Ring Ring Ring.

"Oh would you shut up!" Bella yelled before snatching up the phone.

"Hello?" She asked, irritated.

"Uh, hey Bella." Came Peter's cautious voice.

"What do you want, Peter?" Bella asked, sitting up in bed.

"Can you come pick me up? I'm at the Police station."

Bella sighed heavily and got up from her bed. "God damn it Peter. I'm coming. I'll be there in twenty minutes." She then hung up before he could reply.

Moving slowly, Bella pulled on some jeans and the first clean shirt she grabbed. Throwing her purse over her shoulder, she trudged down the stairs and outside to her car.

When she got to the station she drove up to see her father walking out the front door. "Hey dad," she called out as she hopped out of her car.

"Uh, hey Bells. What are you doing her?" He stopped and asked.

"Picking up a friend," She frowned. "He's an idiot." She stated.

Charlie nodded, confused and got into his car while Bella walked into the station and to the front desk. "I'm picking up Peter Whitlock," She said before sitting in the hard, plastic chairs in the corner. She tried to ignore the look the woman gave her, obviously because of the bandages on her face.

So Bella sat and waited for Peter to emerge, with the mother of all scowls sitting on her face.

I know its short, but it's something. I also do not have a private computer so it's been very hard to write. Please review.