Seattle Nights

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series, all I own is the plot and a few original characters.

Chapter Six (written by PuzzlingApprentice – original author.)

A small frown came to my face, all fear swiftly forgotten. He had the same exact accent as Jasper, I noticed. In fact, they looked rather similar, though this guy had this whole aura of whack job about him. I couldn't help it, the longer I stared at the vampire's face the more I felt my own lips twitching. Suddenly, a laugh ripped through me breaking the silence and therefore sounding a lot louder than it actually was.

"I don't even care if you came here to kill me," I gasped out between poorly contained cackles, "Who calls their next meal, 'Sweet Pea?'"

"Awe damn, Peter, you broke the human!" A petite female vampire came trotting through my door and smacked him on the back of the head. "What the hell did I miss?" She asked, I could tell that she wasn't actually upset but instead was thoroughly amused.

"I didn't do nothin', I swear!" Peter exclaimed, looking alarmed— which only sent me in to another round of hysterical giggles.

He frowned at me, apparently thinking that I was actually broken. He went to take a step towards me and the laughs died on my lips. I jerked back, narrowing my eyes at him and causing Peter to stop in his tracks. Both of their irises were a vibrant burgundy, which alerted me to the fact that at the very least they weren't newborns. That didn't make them any less dangerous, however. They could just as easily kill me and probably drag it out a little longer too.

"What do you want?" I asked lowly, because obviously they realized that I knew what they were. After all, I had just made a comment about being their next meal and they hadn't even blinked.

"Oh, don't ya worry, Sugar." The woman said, "We're here to serve as your watch dogs." She smirked and gave me a wink.

Watch dog? What the hell were they talking about? Looking back and forth between them, I sighed.

"Okay, Whack Jobs, what the hell are you two talking about?"

As soon as the words left my mouth, Peter had me caught up in a near bone crushing hug forcing all the air from my lungs.

"I knew we'd like ya, Sweet Pea!" He just about shouted and if I hadn't been in his arms he most likely would have been doing a bit of a happy dance. I had to force myself not to roll my eyes, though I also had to keep myself from grinning along with him. I could easily see myself getting along with these two vampires, but I still didn't really know their purpose for being here.

"Put me down," I gasped, "I can't breathe!"

"Shit, sorry." He dropped me and I just barely caught myself from falling to the floor.

I sent him a halfhearted glare and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"You almost really did break the human that time." I grumbled, getting a laugh from the both of them. "Okay, so you're my watch dogs, right? What does that mean? I don't have to play fetch with you or something, do I?"

"Not quite," Peter barked out a laugh— how ironic, but he didn't elaborate.

"Alright, pups, care to introduce yourselves then? You seem to know who I am." I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"My name is Charlotte Whitlock and this here is Peter," She gave me a sweet smile, her gorgeous face lighting up. "Friends and family call me Char, and now that includes you, Sugar."

"Why?" I asked, surprise coloring my voice and furrowing my brow.

"Can't tell ya that, Bella; ya gotta get there on your own." Peter grinned at me and I frowned.

"He ain't gonna tell ya, Sug. Don't waste your breath on 'im." Char chuckled and rolled her eyes, so obviously in love with her mate.

"Hey, my knower told me not to tell 'er." He grumbled.

"What do you mean, your 'knower'? Do you have a gift?" I asked curiously.

"Nah, I ain't got no gift. I just know shit." He said, as though that explanation made complete sense.

I sighed, how had my life which had been near vampire free for the past five years suddenly become saturated with them? First running in to Jasper last night, finding out about the newborns, and now these two wackos all showing up at random; I had thought I was finally done. Apparently I wasn't, and apparently I wouldn't be getting the reason for it out of wacko número uno. I turned to walk in to my living room, knowing that I needn't tell them to follow because I knew they wouldn't leave. I could not hear the two following but I knew that fact didn't mean much. After all, when could I hear if a vampire was following me?

I pointed at the couch, "Sit," I commanded and could help the smirk at the realization that I was treating them like the dogs they had said they were acting as. "Stay."

As I turned to walk in to my bedroom, I heard a dog bark and assumed that it was Peter. I laughed when I heard the resounding whack that must have been Charlotte smacking him in the back of the head. Go Char! I mentally cheered, chuckling to myself. Something about those two made it impossible not to like them. Finally, I went to my closet and pulled out my suitcase. Just because I was experiencing a vampire ambush didn't mean that I planned on ditching my weekend with Charlie. After pulling out a few pairs of jeans, a few shirts, and everything else I would need I turned to the bathroom to collect my toiletries.

Upon returning to my bedroom, I haphazardly stuffed in my belongings before forcing the zipper shut. It was already 10:30 and with traffic it would likely take me around four hours to make it to Charlie. I wanted to leave soon, but I knew that I still needed to talk to Peter and Charlotte.

Sighing, I returned to them with my luggage in tow seeing that they hadn't moved from where I had left them. Both of their eyes drifted over my bag and then landed on my face. I sat down on the loveseat across from the two of them, before finally just getting it out.

"So why are you two here?" I asked.

"We told ya, Sugar. We're watching you." Char replied, looking as though I should be wearing a helmet and riding the short bus.

I sighed, being taken in by a memory from the life I used to live. Back when the Cullens used to take turns 'Bella-Sitting'. My stomach churned uncomfortably and I shifted in my seat, my eyes falling to my hands. I wasn't going to let that shit happen again. I wasn't some broken doll, when I fall I get back up. I don't need help and I don't need someone to catch me. I was resilient. My eyes met theirs, a glare in place. They seemed surprised by my reaction.

"Why?" I hissed.

Peter was frowning; I guess his knower hadn't seen this coming. His head tilted to the side, obviously reading my face. I quickly ducked my head, but I could tell that he had already seen it. I wasn't just angry that I didn't know why they were watching me, I was angry that they thought I needed to be watched. I was angry that I was not strong enough to make them leave just like I hadn't been strong enough to make the Cullens stay all those years ago.

I shook my head, those emotions were old and reoccurring but I didn't actually feel them anymore. Actually, I was happy that they had left when they did. Edward's and my relationship had not been a healthy one and I was in far too deep. He had not loved me and I had never been his 'mate'. Quite frankly, I even realized that I hadn't been in love with him. I had been fascinated by someone who I couldn't understand and I had been dazzled to the point of insanity. Edward and I hadn't loved each other; it just took much longer than it should have for me to realize it.

"Well?" I asked, an eyebrow raised as I looked Peter in the eyes.

"Guess we should formally introduce ourselves, huh Char?" His eyes never left mine though he wasn't addressing me. She nodded from beside him. "How much do you know about Jasper's past?" He questioned me.

Well at least that answered why they all seemed to have the same southern twang. I thought back to the short conversation that I had once had with Edward about Jasper.

"I know that his vampire life didn't start out easy," I drew my eyebrows together; it seemed like forever since I had conversed with Edward. I had not allowed myself to think about him for so long that the memory seemed a little fuzzy. Suddenly, it cleared up and I remembered why the idea of a newborn army had felt so familiar. "Something about a newborn army in the south," I finally said, I couldn't elaborate because Edward never had.

"That would be correct," Charlotte said quietly, I noticed that they both stiffened slightly at them mention of an army.

"That's where we met Jasper," Peter supplied; it was odd to see someone who seemed to be so happy all the time so solemn. "He allowed me and Char to escape even though he would be punished for it. We came back for him years later and we've been a family ever since."

I wanted to ask more about Jasper's past, but I knew that I needed it straight from the horse's mouth. I would have to ask him some other time.

"So Jasper asked you to watch me?" I was no longer angry, but he was going to get a piece of my mind the next time I saw him. How dare he send two vampires that I didn't know to watch me without even giving me a heads up.

"Yup," Char said with a grin, popping the p. "But we woulda' anyway, Sugar. You're family."

"That dick," I grumbled under my breath and the two of them busted out laughing. Suddenly something occurred to me; I now knew who had been watching me today, but what about yesterday? I didn't think it was Jasper, when I stopped him from draining that man he had not seemed to expect to see me in the city.

"Were you two watching me yesterday, too?" I asked, a frown adorning my lips.

"No. Why do ya ask, Sweet Pea?" Pete said, a similar frown stealing his smile along with Char's.

"When I was at breakfast today I had felt like someone was watching me. Now I know it was you, but yesterday I went to lunch and I could feel myself being stalked." A small chill ran the course of my spine. "When I looked around, I didn't see anyone but that's not too surprising considering that there are vampires in the area." I paused, looking between the two of them. I could see the fury in their eyes and shifted uncomfortably, a little surprised that I felt no fear of them. "Do you think the newborns are stalking me?" I whispered.

There was a loud crash behind me and I jumped up, spinning around quickly. I noticed that neither of the vampires behind me had moved an inch. The door to my apartment had been torn from its hinges and was lying on the ground surrounded by the dust from the drywall.

Jasper was suddenly standing there, and for the first time since he had left that morning, that small tugging sensation disappeared and I felt content. My eyes met his and I was shocked by the amount of anger in them. They were pitch-black, though no longer with thirst. The flames dancing behind them were those of rage. He came storming forward and grabbed Peter by the collar of his shirt. Both he and Char had taken on submissive positions.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He hissed.

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A/N: Did you like it? Did you hate it? Did you never want it to end? Still no changes.