A/N: Considering that I have so much of this already accumulated, I decided to post the next Chapter. This went to my friend to beta but when it did, it was over 100k, and I'm breaking it up to share on here. Bearing that in mind, I've tried to catch as many grammatical errors as possible; Before and after it was sent. Just like before this was edited and proofed only by human know how. There was no computer aid involved except in use of Word Pad. This will go for every chapter involved in this story unless I some how manage to get a second Beta like I did when writing 'The Ancient'.

This story will loosely follow the SOA time line. But this is AU and many things will change considering the involvement of Bella and the Twilight characters. Plus a part of me can't help but Like Half-Sack's character too much to keep things exactly how the show managed things. Eventually the story will involve more of the situations that SAMCRO find themselves in within the series.

Thanks again, for taking interest and giving this thing a shot. It's been a while and I would love the feedback.

Disclaimer same as before. The only thing that is mine is the plot and it's many twisted turns.

xxTish

His eyes widened and the boys noticed his shift in demeanor. Each leaning in but trying hard to be inconspicuous about it. He threw back the shot.

"How is your ma, kiddo?" He asked not meeting my eyes. I took the bottle, and poured another shot for us both. Jack and I were old friends.

I tossed back the shot, looking away from him as he waited spinning his shot glass

"That's why I'm here, Tig. She's gone."

That got his attention.

"Gone?" He spun around quickly facing me. As much as I missed the old friend in him, I felt lost now. Betrayed. Everything I ever knew was a facade. but here went nothing.

"Dead. Her attorney, you remember Jenks, don't ya Tigger?" I kept my voice calm. Jenks had gone full disclosure after my mothers passing. The old man was hired by Tig for my mother years ago. "he's why I'm here. In her last will and testament, she beseech-ed me to find you. In writing, Tigger. Imagine my surprise when I hear him name off Alexander Trager, the man I knew as my mothers best friend, my godfather, as my biological father." I poured another shot and slid the bottle back to him as another man voiced out. What I didn't pay much mind to. I took the shot, and continued.

"I didn't come here to cause you problems. I don't want nor care for recompense, Tigger. I just wanted you to know that I know. I do have one question though. Why? Why did you let her get away. Let me believe for so long that someone else was my father. Why go to all that trouble with hiring Jenks. Why not come find me, Tigger. If not for my mom, then for me."

"What the hell, Tiggy?" one of the guys asked.

"and here I thought you were hiding Thai boys as your thing. Explains a little." Said one

"Shut up guys, I for one would like to know myself." The man named Clay finally spoke.

" I don't know that anything I have to say can explain all that, sweetheart. Not that I could say much. Your ma knew why, She was the only woman that I truly loved beyond a shadow of a doubt. I wasn't right at the time. But, God, I loved you girls. Things were headed in a bad way for me at the time. I didn't want any of that coming back on you girls, so I did the one thing that I knew would keep the things I loved the most safe. I faked her death and set up new identities for you both. I tried to keep things low key. Renee, " he winced as he spoke her name, " tried once to start over, met charlie, said he was willing to raise the baby as his own. Sounded like a stand up guy. But your mother was something else. She was never the settling type. She left him only a couple years after you were born. Brought you back to me." He cupped my face after turning to me. "You were the most beautiful girl, i ever saw, baby. I tried then, I really did. But my life, you deserved better sweetheart."

I couldn't help the bitter laugh that left my lips as the men looked at each other carefully. They minded their own business for the most part. Only now a few women stood around. One in particular, a brunette with trashy blonde streaks broke the silence.

"Oh shit."

Yeah lady, shit hit the fan.

"What I deserve? Tell me Tig, do you remember the little girl I was?" He nodded somberly, " She's dead, Tig. She died five years ago when she walked in from a graduation dinner to find the man, " I stressed the word, " that loved her enough to stay; dead in a pool of his own blood in the middle of her kitchen. What little of her was left after losing so much already, burned into ash when her mother's new husband forced her train wreck of a daughter out of her life when she became pregnant with his kid. I felt nothing but numb when they died in a car accident. I've dealt with more grief than and gore in the past six years than that even begins to cover. I understand skeletons, Tigger, Hell knows I have my own. But color me surprised when Jenks goes full disclosure and life turns me to your door step with a purpose. Mom wanted you to have a few things, what left of her was cremated. Plus it gave me a good excuse." I felt cold and distant through the whole speech. The women almost looked stricken by my words the men indifferent. But Tig, he actually looked broken up.

"Ironic huh, Tigger? The very excuse that you used to fake the woman who was my mothers death to hide her from your demons is the exact way that she perished. " I took another shot before standing up. Glancing at the bar I realized i had a few now. four maybe five? Tig was silent, staring at the bottle. Something I recognized easily enough as a need to separate from the moment.

"I didn't come here to cause problems, Tig. I sure as hell want nothing from you now. Frankly, After all I have been through, I don't even owe the bitch that birthed me this. But, There in lies the difference between me and her, even me and my father. I'm honorable. Loyal, even when the worlds handed me a raw deal. loved at all costs. I've never turned my back on those that I cared for, even when they walked out on me. She wanted you to have the rest of her, because apparently, you've always held her heart." I reached over and grabbed a napkin, taking a pen out of my jacket pocket and scribbled down my new address. "When you're ready, Tigger, so is she. Maybe, in time, her daughter will be too." I walked out of the room zipping up my jacket and ignoring the rest of the commotion for the most part.

I glanced at Deliah, my beautiful black pan head, and decided to just walk it. After all that, I needed the air any way. I wasn't going to chance even driving her after a few shots she was too precious to me now. I pulled out a Marlboro and lit it as I walked the long drive way toward the main gate of the shop.

California nights were nothing like the soft quiet nights in forks. Sirens whirled almost regularly. That was a comforting thought. Hell, i was being a sarcastic bitch even to myself. Hearing my name called from behind me broke my thoughts just as I rounded the sidewalk that lined the main street.

"Bella, wait."

Turning, I realized that it was Jax calling after me.

"Yeah?" I asked cautiously.

He held his hands up and offered me a coy smile, "Easy, sweetheart, I'm not here to grill ya, or create drama. Just figured if you're walking, you could use some company."

"thanks, but I'll be alright." I turned and kept walking. So did he.

"Least I could do."

"Really? That's what this is. Not taking no for an answer, huh?"

"Just being a good Samaritan."

"Yes, I'm sure. You're a regular upstanding citizen. My dad would be proud to know his little girl was being escorted by a man of your standing." I smirked as he caught up and walked in time with me down the street.

"I wouldn't know, I've never really talked to Tig like that."

"I wasn't talking about Tig. Tig might be my father but it takes more than sperm to be a dad, Jax. My daddy was the chief of police in a small logging town north of here. Hell the population here is double that of home."

"Police huh?"

"Yeah, he had a cheesy seventy's porn 'stache to match the title. If he knew that a guy like you was walking his baby girl down the street he'd be rolling over in his grave if he had one."

"His opinion of you matters even now, huh?"

"He was a lot like me. He didn't ask many questions, not that he needed to. He was as observant as I am. He was quiet for the most part. Didn't bother me with mushy things. When that man spoke, you listened. The whole town loved him almost as much as I did. I had a hell of a way showing him."

"Why do you say that?" He asked as we rounded onto a new block that led us away from the main street.

"My reasons are my own. I meant what I told Tig, Jax. Only calling things in my past skeletons was being nice. I'm a ghost of the girl I was, haunted by what hunts me, Jax. I appreciate the gesture, and I'm sure it's partially Tig's doing that you're even walking beside me right now. But trust me, it doesn't pay to be close to me. Go home, Jax. I'll find my way. I always do. "

Just as I go to step off the curb and cross the street, Jax grabs my arm turning me to face him.

"What the hell do you mean by hunting you. Are you in some kind of trouble, sweetheart?"

I couldn't help but look at him with an indignant smile partially surprised by his bold move. I jerked my arm from his hold.

"What the hell is this, twenty questions? I don't owe anyone an explanation. I'm here to start over, fulfill my mothers dying wish. I'm not getting involved with Tigger or you boys for that matter. Nothing good comes from my involvement. Trust me on this, stay away Jax. You and your little boys club don't need the trouble that follows me. My family is bloody proof of it. " I spoke firmly as began walking away from the pushy blonde. Every town seemed to have one. I was never one for blondes anyway. Fork's residence lap dog was proof enough for that, and lets not forget the resident bitches in heat. Where Charming had vultures, forks had fleas. He followed in step silently for a moment, only catching up with me a block away from my new and empty home.

"See, that's what you don't understand. You're Tiggy's daughter, that makes you family. A part of us. Family means everything to us. You opened that box, so deal with it sweetheart. we're going to be there, weather you like it or not. Charming is our town. That being said, it can go one of two ways. Accept the fact that we're here for you now, or fight it. How easy things go is up to you." During his speech we reached Liberty street. At least I was able to find a decent neighborhood. Most here on this side of town were from money. Each house set back from the street on a nice little lot of land. It wasn't much but when I told Jenks I needed something that offered me both privacy and location he found something decent. Close enough to walk into town if i needed, yet far enough out that should anything happen things would be quiet. Less problems that way.

I turned to Jax and hopped up on the tail gate of my truck.

"Self entitled bullshit is the quickest thing to turn me away, Jax. I don't really care who you are and what that means. What the hell it means for Tig even. Title? Money? I'd give up all I have to have my daddy back, Jax. To make up for the hell I did to him. Me being here has very little to do with Alexander Trager. And everything to do with me. One thing my crazy flighty as hell mom did teach me, was that everything you see is bullshit. Words mean nothing, even actions can lie. But patterns, never do. Even my own. AS far as shit being easy? Life's a bitch, Jax. It's only easy when it fucks you over. I'm home now, safe and sound. You can run home now and tell my father that the job is done. " I turned from him saying my piece and hopped down making my way toward the passenger door to grab the box buckled in the passenger seat during my trip. Only for Jax to slam the door shut. I spun to face him, barely slipping my hand from the sharp metal path of the closing door. His body pinned mine in place

"You don't know much yet, sweetheart, so I'm going to let your bullshit attitude slide. A part of me doesn't give two shit's about the little gash that comes strolling into town claiming that a son is her father. But until I have proof otherwise, that makes you family. Deal with it. CI really don't give a fuck about your Pig of a Daddy, " He mocked close to my face, "But Tig? He's a Son. That may not mean shit to you, but he's a loyal man. If someone fucks with one Son, they get us all. That can either work in your favor or against you. It's your choice. Have a good night, Miss Bella." He tapped the hood of my truck, roughly, If i was my old self I would have flinched but like I told Tig, that girl is gone. I got the point. Message loud and clear. I kept my mouth shut but I watched him walk away.

Out of all the guys, Jax had the heaviest swagger in his walk. I wanted to say it looked ridiculous, but if I was being honest with myself it had it's appeal. A man that walked that surely had confidence for one of two reasons. Either his skill was unprecedented or too many bitches lied to him about said skill because of his title. I wanted to justify myself with the latter thought, but that was purely selfish and out of survival. I couldn't afford getting myself mixed up in some outlaw bullshit. I had already sacrificed enough for shit that I had to hide. Secrets I couldn't speak. Secrets that Charlie, Renee, Phil and little Logan paid for with their life. It was that same secret that hunted me. Injured others. Why I finally left.

I grabbed the box from my truck once Jax was out of view, and walked up the long drive to my new home. At the door, I entered the number key, to retrieve the Key the realtor left for me. Once in I turned on the light and still found myself a bit in awe by what I saw. It was no Cullen Mansion. But it was far from the quaint nests this swan was used to. I wasn't sure that I was ever going to get used to something like this. It was far too haughty for my liking but it would ensure that I fit a little comfortably in Charming. Last thing I needed was to stand out. It would only make it that much easier to be tracked down.

Sitting the box in the middle of the floor I opened it slowly. Inside was everything that I could have ever remembered or had hoped to. Renee was good like that. A bit of a pack rat. Nothing left to be forgotten. On top were the few photos that my mom had of me and Tig. And me and Charlie. I never really saw Tig in anything but black, nor did I really see him in his cut when I was younger. Then again my innocent little heart didn't look for anything but his when he came by.

After Charlie, Tig was honestly the only man that I didn't have a problem with Renee seeing. Hell Phil was nice at first. I couldn't blame him now, for forcing my mother to chose between Logan and myself. I was a mess back then. I didn't even want to be near myself. It wouldn't have been right to do that to a child. I could only have hoped that Logan got it better than I.

Oddly enough, Jenks had kept me informed slightly. I got pictures and short notes. My mother tried with him, in more ways than she had ever managed with me.

That fact should have offered me solace in the events but truly it just broke my heart even more. Logan had gotten everything I never had, my baby brother. And in the blink of an eye it was taken from him.

Sure the official reports had deemed things an accident, but the boys from La Push knew as well as I did that the things that didn't add up for the locals added up to us. I didn't need their keen eye sight or sense of smell to know that this wasn't some strange turn of fate. It was an act.

By simply existing, I had taken everything away from the bitch out to get me, and in return, she'd take everything from me before finally coming after me. I didn't have much left for her to take. Its part of why I took to Charming Sunny Cali. And took on the attitude that I did with Tig. As big and bad as he presented himself to the world, He was a part of something amazing in my life. The only good thing from my past that I had left. I wouldn't let the fact that I loved him, ruin him or anyone else.

I set aside the photos that triggered the memory lane walk through and took out the small box that held within my mom's ashes. Logan and Phil were buried in some plot in Florida. I'd track them down eventually if i survive long enough to. But here, this was about my flighty mother. Damn her. I couldn't stop loving her even if I wanted to.

A part of me wondered why Tig had tried so hard to hide me and my mom from the world we knew. what was so bad that he felt the need to turn us away. After all, it's not like he had some psychotic red vendetta with an indestructible Venus di Milo. No, that spot was left for his daughter.

And hell, Charlie this whole time knew. I wondered briefly for a couple weeks when I first found out if that was part of why Edward had such an issue reading his mind. The so called static. Having to block something like that out, had to take some hellacious will power. It only proved to me how much that man truly cared for me.

Never once did he have any qualm with helping Renee support me. Any school venture or trip, He pitched in. Even pitching in and giving me a chance to ride in a limo come 8th grade graduation. Thinking back, that was one hell of a ridiculous tradition. But I wanted so badly to be a part of it.

Odd how one might long to fit in when so young, yet only grasp the nature of standing out when they are older. How one can embrace the truth of being completely free within one's self not to give a damn anymore.

Yet the Cullens never quite grasped that. They were no more lions than I was. If anything, they were mules. Stubborn to a fault. Laying back i drudged the thought of that family from my mind. Clutching the box that was now my mom, I finally passed out.