I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY ALL BELONG TO STEPHANIE MEYER, I AM MAKING NO MONEY OUT OF THIS STORY AND AM ONLY WRITING IT FOR THE ENJOYMENT OF MYSELF AND IT'S READERS. ALL CREDIT FOR THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND STORY GOES TO STEPHENIE MEYER.

As I woke I realized groggily that I was on a bed, a very comfortable bed with silk sheets. What was I doing here? As I asked myself this question the events of that day came flooding back to me.

I sat bolt upright in the bed feeling panicked, only to be gently pushed back down again.

"Not so fast, you'll give yourself a head rush Darlin'"

"Where am I?" I looked at the blond vampire, wondering where he had taken me in such a hurry.

"We're in Houston, I brought you to ma place," he drawled in his Texan accent.

I did the maths in my head, wow, I was out almost five hours, I must have been more tired than I thought.

I calmed a little, letting some of the tension go from my shoulders, as I did I looked around the room I was in. It was a simple square room, with a window and a pretty woodland view to go with it, it made sense. It was sparsely furnished, no personal trinkets or photographs on the walls, but decorated nicely, its green and brown colour scheme giving it a homely feel.

It was so unlike the Cullen's extravagant white rooms, packed with vases and painting, it was unreal. I liked it.

As I thought of the Cullen's home I realized something, "You have a bed?" I queried. It seemed like an odd thing for someone who never sleeps to have in his house.

His eyebrows rose at my questions, "Yeah I have a bed, why wouldn't I?" Seeing the questioning look on my face he continued, "Just 'cause I don't sleep, doesn't mean I don't want a bed, it's nice to lie down at night sometimes."

I nodded at his answer, which was fair enough. He cleared his throat drawing my attention back to him.

"Now you've finished questionin' my choice in furniture, do you mind explaining this?" I wasn't sure what he meant until he held up the bit of paper on which Victoria had written her note.

The fear I was feeling must have been evident on my face, as he was quick to stuff the bit of paper back into his jeans pocket.

His face softened as he spoke, "Look Darlin', I know you're scared this note, but if you don't tell me, I can't help ya."

My eyebrows shot through the ceiling at that, he wanted to help me? Or did he have some ulterior motive, was he like James and just wanted to make this into a game before he killed me, was he with Victoria, trying to gain my trust then hand me over.

By the point he took my shoulders, shaking me slightly to draw me from my thoughts, I was trembling all over. I looked into his eyes, eyes tinged with flecks or red and burgundy, could I trust him?

"Of course you can trust me Darlin', I ain't gonna hurt ya, I wanna help." I didn't realize I had said my question out loud.

He let go of my shoulders and took my hand instead, I calmed instantly. I liked the way he held my hand, it made me feel safe. WHOA! Stop right there Miss Swan! He might be trying to kill you, I reminded myself. However, a smaller, and more rational part of my brain piped up and said 'Well if he was gonna kill you he would have already, wouldn't he.'

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, which earned me a strange look from my companion. I might feel safe but I was going to stay on guard.

"Tell me," he ordered in a way that wasn't unkind, but left no room for negotiation. If he was working with Victoria he would know anyway, so I told him.

I told Peter about how I met him, how I thought we were in love. The family I had come to love as my own, James' game that left me fighting for my life, leaving me with the scar he had seen earlier. How Victoria had got away. How the Cullens had then left me. Laurent's visit, telling me that Victoria had planned to kill me. A mate for a mate he'd said. How I had realized I wasn't coping then deciding that I needed to leave and that that was how I had ended up in Texas. I told him everything from the time I met the Cullens to now.

He sat silently through my story, not interrupting, but listening to everything I told him. A look of anger came across his face when I described how he had left me in the woods alone, I couldn't understand why. When I finished he looked at me intently before asking the question that I least expected.

"The one that attacked ya, ya said his name was Jasper?" Although I had mentioned a few first names I hadn't said anything else that would give away who they were.

"Yeah, tall and lean, blonde, and slightly scary looking."

At my description, his mouth turned up at the ends until he was flashing me a brilliant smile, his face fond at the thoughts that were passing through his head.

"Well, well, well. Jasper Whitlock, The Major of the Southern Armies, a vegetarian! I never thought I'd see the day!"

I started at this, "You know him?"

"Jasper and I go way back, he was the one who made me what I am today. I haven't spoken' to him for years now, I really miss that guy sometimes!"

I looked at him curiously, "I told you my story, it's only fair that you tell me yours."

He considered it and then agreed, "Well I 'spose first off I should probably tell you my name, I'm Peter Whitlock ma'am. I should have introduced myself earlier, ma mama would have ma hide for being so rude"

I laughed lightly at his introduction and replied, "Well nice to meet you Peter, I'm Bella."

"Nice to meet ya too Bells" he drawled with a twinkle of mischief in his eye. I gave him a mock glare at the nickname he had given me. Truthfully I didn't mind as it brought me some comfort.

"I was born here in the South, durin' the Southern Wars, I wasn't in the army long before Jasper found me. He told me that I looked strong, and that I would do well for his army. I remember being confused at the time; I was already in the army. Then he changed me, and when I woke up three days later from the searin' fire that had encased my body, I didn't look back. The memories of my family didn't return to me until much later on."

He paused and a look of concentration came upon his face, it was kind of cute, as he thought back to what had happened.

"Maria was in charge of the army, and we fought for land, territory. Thanks to Jasper we had the largest vampire army there was, we never lost. Against all odds I survived my first year and Jasper decided it would be beneficial to keep me alive, to care for the newborns full time. I helped train them, watched them, and after the first year, where their strength would begin to wane after their body consumed its own blood, I would help destroy them.

I lost count of how long this went on for, I never liked fightin', but I was good at it. One night Jasper requested my help in disposing of some newborns that had passed their first year, but that night I had particular trouble helpin' him, I tried to convince him that they had potential, that we didn't need to kill them, but he was workin' on orders and couldn't spare them. As the night wore on it began to take its toll on me even more, with every newborn we killed, a memory from my human life would come back to me.

I remembered my family, my mama, papa and younger sister; I had loved all of them. It disturbed me to think of how they would feel about me if they saw what my life had become, how much of a monster I was. I couldn't do it anymore, as Jasper called out the name of a young female, she was no more than 18 when she had been changed, I couldn't help but think how much she looked like my dear sister. I panicked and I bolted, Jasper could have caught me but instead he let me go, and I never looked back.

Years later I went back, although I never regretted leavin', I couldn't help but think of Jasper, who let me go so easily. Durin' my time in Maria's army I had slowly come to respect him, until he became like a brother to me. Although he never showed it, I could tell he found it hard, because he could feel the emotions of those he changed and killed. I decided I had to get him out of there. I went back and I found him, his eyes looking hollow, I held out my hand and told him to come with me, and he took it and we left.

For years we wandered side by side, until we decided it was time to split up, he wanted settle but I was content to be a nomad. We've kept in touch over the years, but I haven't heard from him in ages."

With that he looked up at me, snapping out of his memories, saying softly "So that is my story," Just as there was a light rapping on the door.

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