sorry for the wait guys it took me a little to get back into my writing grove.. i hope you injoy.. leave me reviews.. any ideas PM me and ill give credit where credit is due.. any mistakes are my own.. rated M for languge, drug and alcohol abuse and lemons in the future along with violence galore.

I do not own the charaters of twilight the are soul property of mrs stephanie myers.

Now on to the story..

Chapter 2- New Friends

I came to my senses right outside of a bar. The pull in my chest had eased quite a bit since I started running. It was almost none existent. I took in my surroundings there where bikes lined up outside of a bar called the runaway hog. It looked like a rundown bar in the middle of nowhere. Neon signs where in the blacked out windows giving hits to what was inside. Country and rock music was playing loudly on the inside even without my vamp hearing it was loud. I would need to change cloths before going in on the count of mine being bloody and torn from hunting and running. I looked around and spotted a female hopping onto a black bike.

I ran to her before anyone saw me, snapped her neck and drug her and her bike into the woods behind the bar. I sank my teeth into her neck and drank the sweet elixir that put the flames of thirst out. She must have just shot up or something because I could feel the high of whatever drug she did run thru my body. I took off her clothes and replaced them with mine before disposing of her under a rock. I picked up her cloths and ran to the stream not too far away and washed up. Once I was clean I dressed in the girls cloths. Simple black lace undergarments with dark washed blue jeans that hugged my ass just right and a black tank top that had "I don't ride bitch I am the bitch" written on it in a blood red. I slipped on her black cowboy boots that fit just right and headed back to her bike. The bike was sleek it was an all-black Harley. It was gorgeous and all mine now. I picked up the bike and carried it to the road a little ways from the bar. As I rode in on the bike all eyes were on me.

Guess we look hot.

I slowly got off my new bike (evil smile) and strode into the bar as I walked thru the door a new song started to play, Rodney Adkins "If you're going thru hell", that's kind of ironic don't you think. I noticed the smell of not one but two other vampires that I did not know. I looked around as the music played and spotted them sitting in a dark corner looking at me, a man and a woman by the looks of it. I looked for about half a minute; the man had deep auburn eyes and brown hair he wore a cowboy hat and a black button down shirt the woman was blond with the same color eyes, she had on a slim black sundress that hugged her chest just right, both had scars on their exposed skin; I then turned and walked to the bar. I was still high on blood and I needed a stiff drink. The bartender noticed me as I sat on a stool at the end of the bar.

"What'll ya have angel?" He said in a fake southern drawl. Sometimes people really bugged me.

"Jack strait no ice and don't be greedy with it." I smiled showing my pearly whites. If only he knew that I was no angel.

The bartender handed me my drink. I shot it down quickly and oh and did it taste good. The music changed to one of my favorite songs. I got up off the barstool and danced my way to the dance floor as the music played. I swayed my hips in a slow sensual beat to the music and sang softly.

You know the bed feels warmer

Sleeping here alone

You know I dream in color

And do the things I want

I started tapping out the beat to the song on my hips with my hands. Shacking my head from side to side and swinging my ass from side to side.

You think you got the best of me

Think you've had the last laugh

Bet you think that everything good is gone

Think you left me broken down

Think that I'd come running back

Baby you don't know me, cause you're dead wrong

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger

Stand a little taller

Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone

What doesn't kill you makes a fighter

Footsteps even lighter

Doesn't mean I'm over cause you're gone

As I danced to the song swinging my hips I felt someone slide up behind me. Their hands landed on my hips and the feelings of lust where radiating off of them as they tried grinding into my ass. The smell coming off of them was of beer and cigarette smoke. They also had very bad BO, if I could vomit I would have. I quickly stopped moving.

"Aww come on baby don't be like that. Dance for me." The nasty nasally voice of the man behind me said as he slapped my ass. I growled deep and low in my chest. I was trying to hold my temper. I didn't want to make a scene in the bar.

"If you don't get your filthy hands off me you're going to lose them tonight." I snarled then I felt him lick up my neck. The son of a bitch was about to die and slowly.

"I like my women feisty baby. A little fight makes it all the more worth it."

"I think the lady asked you to remove your hands." said a strong southern accent of the man vamp. I could tell it was him because I smelled sandalwood and honey. That and his voice had that deep sultry tone to it.

"And who are you BOY?" I turned around and went to move to step away from them but Mr. Vamp had other ideas as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his side protectively.

"I'm her big brother, and if you want to keep your life to night you will go the fuck home" he snarled.

The smell that came from the man as he tripped his way out the front door told me that he was literally scared shitless. I giggled softly.

Where the hell did that come from?

"So gorgeous what's your name?" he asked as he flirted slightly with me.

Must be a man thing, I thought to myself.

"Bella, now if you will excuse me I have places to go." I started to walk away from him but he pulled me back to him

"Woo there wait a minute sugs, we need to talk before you run off." He stated as he drug me over to his table where the woman was sitting watching the whole thing with a smile on her face.

Okay. He sat me in a chair and gave me a look that said stay. I glared at him and scoffed loudly while rolling my eyes. Fucking vampires and their fucking bossy ass selves.

"My name is Peter and this is my mate and wife Charlotte." He said as he smiled at the blond woman sitting next to him. "Know I understand that you wanna leave but I have a feelin' that somethin' brought you here for a reason just like we were brought here for a reason. I think that reason is cause we are meant to travel together." His southern accent was thick like butter.

I looked at the both of them. I could see the kindness in their eyes and feel the sibling love rolling off of them. The pull in my chest was tingling like it was waiting for me to except this fate and move on. I looked deep into Peter's eyes. There was something there deep in his eyes that made me believe him. I wanted to know these people. I wanted no I needed someone to count on. Someone to watch my back when I was distracted. So I smiled and nodded my head at them both.