A/N: So, I know it's been a hot minute since I've posted but I just got a reliable computer. I am a busy, busy little bee, two jobs, school and a boyfriend who can't find his socks himself at 5 am in the morning. I am always on the go, but like I've said before, when the house is quiet and no one is awake then I write. Then I progress the world that is in my head onto paper.

So, here's chapter 2. We get to see a little more of the mystery vamp. I'm sure you know who it is. Please, enjoy!

? Point of View

She didn't know how long she had been running but after day turned into night and the night started to lighten, she slowed to stop. God, what's happening to her? She was no longer in the hot desert, but in a cool mountain range. Taking a moment to look at her surroundings, she felt a sense of wonder. Could she really have ran that far? She didn't feel tired or weary after such a long run. Actually, she couldn't remember the last time she slept.

What the hell did they do to me? She thought with disgust as she walked into a little meadow. The sun shined through the thick canopy of trees and beamed her with light. It ignited the millions of little crystals under her skin, like a disco ball.

All the feelings that she had to stuff deep down inside her, were starting to bubble up inside. She could feel a panic attack threatening to take over. Taking a deep breath, ended up setting her throat on fire. There was a delicious scent wafting towards her from the West, making her body go on auto-pilot. It smelled very similar to the stuff that those people gave her back at the cave. Was it the same?

God, she was thirsty. With that thought she was off like a light. Though the burning need quickly turned into something else when she felt something behind her. Spinning to protect herself, followed by an angry snarl. She watched as a man with sandy blonde hair, raised his hands in the universal I'm not going to hurt you sign. His eyes were red like the people who held her captive. He was really broad and tall and littered with scars, like her.

Instead of the sympathy she was expecting to feel, she felt her body tense, as if ready for an attack.

"Hey, lil' darlin'. I'm not going to hurt you." His voice was soft. It sounded like he was southern, based on his accent. He lowered his arms to his side and waited.

A million of thoughts raced through her mind at once. Who was he? Why was he here? Was he telling the truth or is he going to hurt me? What do I do? She tried to sort through it all but really she just wanted to get back to the amazing smell. She didn't have time to deal with a maybe foe.

"Leave." She growled before turning and taking off towards the smell. It wasn't seconds later before she found the smell and sucked it dry. The eternal burn in her throat was sated, if only for now.

Peter's Point of View.

She didn't notice his perch on the tree as she stared down at her arm in disgust. She was pacing back and forth, and having a, what seemed to be a silent conversation with herself. Her form was long and waiflike. She filled the little black shorts wonderfully. And her ragged white tank top left nothing to the imagination, concerning her voluptuous breasts. Her wild brown hair came to the middle of her back and her heart shaped face and full pink lips could bring any man to his knees. She was gorgeous.

And it took a lot for Peter to recognize someone other than his mate to be beautiful, but here it was. In this little thing. The epitome of beauty. It's amazing to think that she belonged with the Major. The ass that he is, is going to make their mating more difficult than it needs to be.

He looked more closely, seeing bite marks littering her entire body. He could see her pretty little face, and on the right side of her jaw; it looked like worst one. It was deep and there were tear marks, almost like the attacker ripped a chunk out, but she put it back with some venom. Major was going to be pissed.

He could already feel the protective instincts to protect his sire's mate, rise inside of him. It's not every day that he welcomes another into their mismatched little family, but she would complete them all. He couldn't wait to tell Char. He couldn't wait to see her. He's been in this clearing for at least a week waiting for this woman, while Char stayed back home.

He didn't know why but his 'knower' told him to go alone. Abruptly, he was pulled out of his thoughts by a sharp inhale. He looked down expecting her to be looking at him, but she faced west, he back to him. Her body was vibrating, before she took off like a bat out of hell. He jumped from his perch silently and begun to follow carefully. He could smell a couple of humans west from here and he was pretty sure that is where she was headed. It all came to a halt though when she twirled, facing him.

The snarl that came out of her, sent shivers down his spine. She was powerful, strong and gorgeous. It was wonder that Pete didn't come in his pants, on the spot. He may be mated but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate beauty in its true form. And that form was currently wound up in this pint size woman that was staring him down.

Her body language told him that her instincts took over. It was obvious that she was protecting her kill. Her body crouched low as she snarled again. Her red eyes assessing everything. He raised his hands up in surrender.

"Hey lil' darlin'. I'm not going to hurt you" He kept his posture calm and relaxed. Her eyes though looked torn. She didn't believe him, at least she didn't want to. She straightened her posture and her eyes turned black.

"Leave." Then she took off. And he couldn't follow her. His body was trying to go in the other direction. To follow her orders. He felt it lift a couple of minutes later. What in the hell was that? He had no control for a whole ten seconds.

Those thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind at the sight he barreled into. She was clutching a dead hiker to her chest sobbing. Blood everywhere mingled with two other bodies but the man was the one she clutched to her chest. Her tearless sobs smoothed out into quiet whimpers as she looked at him.

"What kind of monster am I?" She whispered. She ran her hand over the man's face, gently closing his eyes. She looked up to Peter. Her remorseful eyes full of questions.

"Come on, I think we need to have the birds and the bees talk." He said lightheartedly. Like there wasn't any bodies around and she wasn't covered in their blood.

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"Vampires?" She laughed.

"As in can't go into the sun, allergic to garlic and sleeps during the day." Her voice was taking an hysterical edge to it. Peter laughed at her. They had buried the hikers and moved back to the clearing. She was following him, blindly, staring at the ground. Her form defeated.

"Nope, that's just mythical bullshit that the Volturi cooked up. Sunlight doesn't hurt us as you can see. We're pretty much indestructible. Garlic, plus all other food smells like shit, but again not allergic to it. And we don't sleep. Ever." He watched as all that sunk in. She was at the end of what she could take.

"I'm Peter, by the way." Getting off track right now, would be a good idea. He could see that she couldn't take much more. He didn't need a vampire running around with a broken mind. She looked at him a little startled.

"I don't know my name." She whispered surprised.

"Yeah, that happens sometimes. Don't worry, lil bit. We'll find out who you are." Peter said reassuringly.

A/N: Soooooo, Yes? No? Maybe so? Whatever it may be drop me a line. I've almost finished chapter 3.