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.

Everything was so clear.

I watched with fascination as the dust particles floated above me. I could see everything in perfect clarity.

I heard someone cleaning their throat and my head snapped to my left, trying to identify the source.

The sight I found there took my breath away.

I was looking into the most brilliant pair of blood red eyes, ironic huh, that I had ever seen. When I looked into those eyes before I had only seen them as red, now I could see they held flecks of amber and black.

Framing these eyes was a mass of silvery-blonde hair, ending at his shoulders that I just longed to touch.

I looked over the rest of him, defined cheek bones, plump lips and muscles in all the right places.

I had never seen a more perfect sight in my life, not even as a human.

I looked up and met his eyes, etched across his face was an expression of wonder that I'm sure was mirrored in mine.

Peter.

It was all so clear.

My Mate.

A hazy memory came forward of a conversation with Jasper I'd had the morning I was changed.

The electric shocks, it was all so obvious.

Edward had never been my mate, not the one I was meant for. He was sat right in front of me, and had been throughout my change. I noticed vaguely that I had used Edward's name and it hadn't bothered me in the slightest.

A loud cough from behind Peter caused us both to look up, breaking our eye contact and ending the silent conversation we'd been having.

"Sorry," Jasper said sheepishly, "You'd been staring at each other for over 10 minutes."

That long? It had felt like only seconds to me.

I looked back up to Jasper and noticed something I hadn't been able to with my human eyes, he was covered in scars, up his neck, over his arms, and it looked like they continued under his shirt.

I looked back to Peter, studying his body more intently, he had them too.

Of course, the Southern wars, Maria's army.

I sat up in the bed I was led in and noticed that whilst I was turning my clothes had been changed, and I was wearing a pair or sweats and a short sleeved shirt, that looked as though it belonged to Peter, leaving my arms completely bare.

I felt the urge to run, my newborn instincts pushing me, but I stopped myself. It was only Peter and Jasper, they wouldn't hurt me.

I relaxed, noticing as I did so the puzzled expression that wrote itself over Jasper's face.

I raised my eyebrow in a silent question, and he replied quickly 'You're controlling your emotions, reinin' them in, you shouldn't be able to do that.' His tone held a mix of awe and confusion.

'Aren't you thirsty? All you should be able to think about is blood.'

As he said this I began to notice a burning sensation in my throat and it quickly became unbearable, 'Well I am now you've said about it.' I started at the sound of my voice. That was certainly different. My shoulders tensed in shock and I felt the need to crouch into a protective stance but I once again resisted.

'How the hell are you doing that?' Jasper said, pure disbelief colouring his voice, 'I need to get out of here for a while,' and with that he left, to where I wasn't sure.

The moment we heard the back door slam Peter started to laugh loudly, 'Wow I don't think I've ever seen him so confused,' he snickered.

His voice was as beautiful as him, chiming bells that soothed, and his laugh, I'd never heard such an uplifting sound. I hoped I'd get to hear it every day from now on.

As his laughter died away he looked back up at me and our eyes locked, his face softening.

'You're so beautiful,' he murmured, bringing his hand up touch my cheek. His touch felt just right, soft but rough at the same time, comforting and safe.

We both stayed still enjoying the moment until my thirst made its self known again causing me to wince.

Peter noticed instantly, and with a mischievous smile on his face, asked me 'are you ready for your first hunt Darlin'?'

I nodded quickly, and let him pull me up from the bed, noting the electric shocks that ran through me as our hands connected.

He started to pull me forwards and as I began to move I noticed how fluid and graceful my movements were, and before I had chance to blink we were outside. There was only one word to describe the speed; exhilarating.

Peter grinned at me, noticing my glee. 'Now before you go runnin' off, animals or humans?'

I thought quickly, what seemed more natural? 'Jasper said you only hunt murderers and rapists?' I clarified.

He nodded warily, 'Let's go get us a criminal then,' I said with a wink.

His smile was infectious as he darted into the forest calling back 'race ya' as he went.

I took off after him, it was all too easy to follow his scent, and it wasn't much longer until I was running by his side. I'd never had so much fun as I did then running with Peter.

It was a few hours later we returned, clothes torn, covered in blood and laughing out heads off. It was dark by the time we had reached an alley where we heard a girl whimpering and moaning in pain.

He had his hand shoved under her skirt, attempting to touch her while she thrashed about, trying to get him off of her.

It had taken me no time at all the rip him off her and sink my teeth into his neck while Peter escorted the young girl out of the alley.

There weren't even words to describe how amazing it felt to have his blood trickling down my throat, sating my thirst. I had walked out of the alley feeling full and comfortable.

Peter had then challenged me to another race and we had spent the next two hours chasing each other and play fighting.

I got the chance to test out my new strength on an unsuspecting tree. I was able to rip it from the ground and chuck it from me with ease, causing me to giggle and Peter to watch me with a fond smile on his face.

Things were easy between Peter and I, nothing had been said about the feelings we felt that we knew where reciprocated by the other, and there was no need. Everything just felt so right.

He grabbed my hand as we walked out of the forest and I looked up at him sending him a smile.

However our joy was short lived as I looked up and spotted two cars parked outside Peter's small ranch that held a homely feel for me even from the outside. A shiny silver Volvo and a sleek black Mercedes.

I stopped dead in my tracks.

'It's okay babe,' Peter whispered in my ear while ribbing my thumb over the back of hand, 'I'm right here.'

I nodded, and determined I began to march toward the door, opening it without hesitation once I reached it. Walking into the sitting room I was greeted by the sight of the Cullens lounged over Peter's sofas like they lived there, and a furious looking Jasper stood in the doorway to the kitchen behind them.

The room went silent as we walked through the door and everyone turned to look at us, taking in our muddy clothes and joined hands.

Jasper pushed himself off of the door and winking at us and nodding to our hands declared 'About time,' with a wink.

'As for this lot,' Jasper jerked his head toward the silent Cullens, including Edward and Alice, 'I don't know what they're doing here, I walked through the door to find them settling in like they've been here for years,' he finished in a growl.

As Jasper finished his sentence the Cullens seemed to remember their ability to move and talk. Before I knew what was happening there was an uproar of movement and voices.

'Enough!' Peter barked sharply, 'You've already barged into my home without permission; I'd appreciate a bit of quiet and an explanation as to what you are doing here.'

Carlisle stepped forward and said sincerely to Peter, 'I apologise for our rudeness.'

Peter nodded but said no more, waiting for Carlisle to continue.

'Alice had a vision of Jasper standing in a room with you and what looked like a newborn Bella.' At this he turned in my direction and fixed me with a cold stare causing Peter to bristle and anger to flare up within me.

Jasper walked forward putting himself between Peter and I, and Carlisle. 'Now before you go throwing about accusations you should hear Bella's side of the story.'

Carlisle sighed heavily and then nodded at me to begin.

'Now I'm going to assume that Edward has told you the same thing he told Jasper, so listen to this and listen good, all of you,' I snarled looking at the others, 'I did NOT leave Edward, he left me, in the middle of the woods, alone. I'd have died had Sam Uley not found me that night. He told me he didn't want me, that I'd been a distraction, and that he'd grown bored with me. Then he left, and he took my family with him, all with the help of Alice.'

As I finished speaking I noticed I was shaking with anger and worked on calming myself down, causing Jasper to look at me with pride in his eyes, and Peter to put his arm round my waist, pulling me into his side.

There were a few moments of silence before all hell let loose. Alice seeing what was coming had tugged on Edward's sleeve showing him her vision and they'd shot out of the door before anyone could stop them.

"Let them go," Carlisle said waving his arm, then turning back to me he looked at me with honest and pleading eyes saying, "please forgive me, us, we had no idea."

I couldn't have stayed mad if I tried and before I could process what was happening I had launched myself into Carlisle's waiting arms.

The next few minutes consisted of hugs and apologies, to me and Jasper.

Esme had joined my hug with Carlisle, wrapping me in motherly love, burying her face in my hair saying sorry over and over again. Emmett had bounded up to me and picked me up, swinging me in circles shouting 'I've got my baby sister back and she's less breakable now,' gleefully.

The person who surprised me most was Rosalie, walking up to me and putting her hands on my shoulders and surveying me closely, murmuring 'beautiful' and then wrapping me in her arms, before begging for forgiveness, to which I told her there was nothing to forgive.

Our moment was ruined by Emmett shouting 'Hey, you got rid of that horrible vase Eddie boy gave you for Christmas,' whilst ruffling Peter's hair.

At this Peter and Jasper laughed, 'you've got Bella to thank for that,' Peter said proudly walking up to me and putting his arm back around my waist, where it belonged.

As Jasper told the story of the vase, whilst everyone laughed, I sat looking at all of them, realizing just how much I missed them.

I had my family back, and there was no way anyone was going to take them away from me again.

Author Note: More Drama! Hope you enjoyed, thank you for all the reviews, support and advice! Please Read&Review!