Home

by bellacullen166

Home, a place where I can't go. The Cullen's left me with a target on my back and shortly after Victoria came back for me. She took Charlie away from me and I began my spiral until a certain red eyed vampire stepped in.

BPOV

Home. A place I cannot go. I have no home. After the Cullen's up and left, taking everything with them Victoria came for me. Mate for a mate. At least that was what was going to happen until Charlie had shown up early from work. I had come home from going to the Rez after spending some time with Jake, Victoria had been waiting for me. Attacking as soon as the door had closed, I was sliced along my arm deeply with blood spilling quickly out of it. Everything happened so fast that I didn't comprehend what was happening until I had seen a flash of bright red hair run past me.

She had planned on draining me without leaving an ounce of blood in my body, she had almost succeeded in her plan after all I had multiple gashes haphazardly all over my body. I'm certain just before Charlie had walked through the door that she was going to finally end it for me. It didn't happen though. Upon walking into the living room where I had been struggling against Victoria, he cocked his handgun finally alerting her of his presence. She snapped his neck within a blink of an eye leaving me screaming. Something in my eyes must have satisfied her because she smiled her evil sinister smile and darted out of the house.

I don't know how I managed to get up from the floor, but I did and I somehow managed to leave the house making it until the end of the driveway before passing out. It had been two weeks later that I woke up in the hospital on the Rez, Jake by my side. He and Sam had informed me that I was believed to be dead after a brutal attack at our house. With the amount of blood I had lost, I can see why the police would think that. I healed up in their hospital before leaving a month later in the cover of darkness.

The Pack had fixed up a car good enough to drive away and never come back. This is exactly what I did. With the money the Rez always had for backup just in case they needed to help a lost soul like me, I drove. I had no one place in mind when I left if I'm honest all I did was hit the highway and just drove until I needed rest or gas. Surviving on bare minimum until I could get someplace where I felt safe enough to get a job with the new identity of Isabella Clark, age eighteen and born in Napa California.

I managed to make it to somewhere in Texas before stopping and finding a job that paid enough to get me by. It's been three years and I have kept to myself the whole time until one night I decided to go to the bar down the street from my small apartment. The first couple of drinks I had to force down but after a few more they got easier to manage. That night it had become an addiction. After that night I had worked to pay for what I needed and spent the rest on alcohol. I had got myself into some sketchy situations, a couple ending up with me waking up in some guy's house literally handcuffed to his bedpost.

Luckily it was a kink of his and when he had woken up, he released me and tossed a stack of money at me. I took it. Money is money. Another night I had made it only to the guy's truck where he choked me until I almost passed out while fucking me. While it had scared the shit out of me, I oddly had gotten off on it too. There was a guy I found myself in the bathroom with at the bar, this one was quiet the charmer with is cock in my mouth telling me what he is going to do with me when he gets me to his place.

That is the same guy that had gotten me in the drug situation. I couldn't seem to get enough after that night. James, his name I figured out later into the first night, had his eye on me for a while, I guess. A perfect worker to pimp out. I let him. At the time I didn't know what was happening, it started slow with just him and then a friend would come by. There was one night that James had left me alone with two of his friends and as soon as he left, they were on me. James had pumped me so full of drugs and alcohol that I couldn't even fight back and as one was taking me from the back, the other the front, James had come back to force himself in my mouth.

From then on, I wasn't his, I was everyone's. But I needed the drugs and the alcohol to forget my life in Forks. Six months had passed by, which landed me begging James for more. More of what I didn't know but I knew I just needed more of something. He gave it to me. More abuse, more drugs and alcohol, more men to fuck for money, more sketchy situations which most I can't remember.

Three more months later, I had enough of it, I wanted to stop and get clean, to start over again. James beat the shit out of me, worse than the damage Victoria had done. A month or so afterwards I had gotten back to his place from a job and I had found him dead with a needle in his arm. I was overjoyed until I realized that someone else was in the room, someone with glowing red eyes. For a moment I had thought it to be Jasper but upon him walking closer to me, I realized it wasn't but damn they could've been brothers.

"We've been looking for you, sug," the vampire had said. "You're lucky I took care of this one," he jabbed his finger towards James, "for you before you came home. It wouldn't have been a pretty sight for you."

I had wished for death plenty of times before this, I welcomed it even. "Just get it over with… would you?"

The vampire smiled and shook his head. "You aren't going to be my meal tonight, sug."

Wait, this vampire said we… God I really need to get clean. I frown. "Who is 'we'?" I question.

"Major and I of course," he states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Major? I'm so confused but before I can come up with a reply, I am hit with an overwhelming amount of lethargy just before I register a small needle prick. The last thing I remember is falling into the strange vampires' arms.

This encounter brings us to the present time, where I am currently detoxing in someone else's home, in the middle of nowhere. It has been almost a month since I had anything good in my system, and I resent the fact that he doesn't allow me just a little taste. I beg and offer anything I can think of; he's a man, and all men like blow jobs and sex. Evidently not this man, who by the way has yet to tell me his name. I even went as far as stripping in front of him just so I could get a fix, it didn't work.

It had started month two when I started to feel like myself again, I was still edgy and snappy at times but nothing like before. The vampire had finally let me come out of the bedroom and even told me his name.

"Peter Whitlock at your service, Ma'am," he had told me.

Call it Stockholm syndrome, but I have grown rather attached to Peter in my short time around him. He's like a breath of fresh air that you didn't know you needed. I had refrained from asking what I had remembered while back at James' house. Honestly, I don't think I want to know the truth and he doesn't offer anything up unless I ask, so I don't. Blissful ignorance I think they call it and I'm okay with that for now. The shower I had been taking finally ran cold, so I finally turned off the water and stepped out to get dressed for bed.

Peter had let me order some clothes from his laptop, so I dress in my new pajamas. I had ordered everything except for my bras and panties in a size bigger for the simple fact that I don't want him to waste more money when I end up needing more new clothes because he fed me too much. Drying and brushing out my long mahogany hair, I step out of the bathroom in my soft cotton plaid shorts and black cotton tank top.

Tonight, Peter is out on a quick hunt, leaving me on my own for a few hours so I grab the blanket from the bed and make my way over to the window where there is a book nook to relax on. This is where I plant myself with my blanket wrapped tightly around me with a book I had been reading earlier in the day. Being only the second time alone, my body is jittery with nerves and my brain seems to be going haywire. Setting the book down an hour later, I try taking deep breaths and looking out the window at the moon and stars. It doesn't help.

I don't know when I had dozed off finally, but I am getting placed into bed which startles me awake to find Peter looking at me intently. Relaxing into the sheets, I let him tuck me in before placing a soft kiss to my temple. With him back home I am out like a light it seems. Peter tries to sneak into the bed without waking me but fails as I almost immediately wake up.

"Go back to sleep, sug," Peter whispers softly tucking my hair behind my ear.

Don't ask me what makes me do it, but my lips cover his in a brief kiss. I shock myself even, but I cover it up by turning over and letting sleep take over my body once more. The next time I wake up I am in Peter's arms, my head resting on his chest with lazy patterns getting traced on my arm. When he registers that I am awake I am sat up and straddling his lap on his own accord. He searches for something in my face, I'm not sure what exactly and as I begin to shift uncomfortably from the unknown, he kisses me.

I am momentarily taken aback before my hands snake into his hair, tugging him closer to me. Peter lets out a small grunt, shifting me slightly all the while pulling me impossibly closer to him. His own hands find their way into my hair, tilting my head up at an angle before sliding his tongue against my bottom lip seeking entrance. I greedily accept his request as a small moan from myself slips out at his taste.

The kiss isn't rushed. The kiss is slow and deep, and it gives me butterflies like no other which is a new pleasant feeling. Eventually the need for proper oxygenation becomes too much and he is forced to pull away, resting his forehead against my own.

"I've been wanting to kiss you for so long," he admits in a whisper. "I don't think I plan on not kissing you anytime I want now."

I laugh, "It was a nice way to wake up."

"Ah, so no objections on your end," he smirks. "Good because I don't plan on going a morning not doing that."

My stomach growls loudly in protest at how long I just realized that it has gone without food. My face flames up as Peter arches an eyebrow towards me in suspicion.

"Don't tell me you forgot to eat again," he says disapprovingly.

I drag my bottom lip between my teeth and shrug. I really need to get better at remembering the simplest of things such as eating regularly, surely it can't be that difficult. Evidently for me it is.

"We're going to have to work on that now, won't we?"

"I don't mean to forget," I tell him defensively as he chuckles.

"Go get cleaned up and I'll make you lunch," he tells me with a peck on the lips which only makes it harder to move away. "I'll kiss you for as long as you want after you are properly fed," Peter continues with promises.

I let myself flop to the side groaning before rolling off the bed and making my way into the bathroom to relieve my bladder and brush my teeth and hair. Walking back into the bedroom, I go to the closet to pull out a comfortable outfit. Picking out a pair of yoga capris and a tank top, I grab my favorite bra before quickly getting dressed. Walking down the stairs I can hear Peter talking on the phone with someone but I'm not sure who. When he senses me, he tells whoever it is that he will call later. Peter has had quite a few phone calls that he shuts down when I come into the room, it makes me feel bad.

"How would you like to go into town for lunch?" Peter offers. "It's cloudy enough today."

I suddenly feel sick at the thought of leaving this house and going around any type of temptation. Immediately my head begins shaking in disapproval at his idea, just because I have been getting better doesn't mean if given the chance at something I wouldn't take it. I'm not ready.

I must have voiced my concern because I am suddenly in his arms with his hands keeping my head still. "Shh, sug. You're doing just fine," he tells me softly. "We won't go into town, but how about a walk around the property? I know you've been cooped up."

The tears that I shed annoy me immensely, I hadn't realized I was even crying either but as his thumbs come to wipe them off, I decide I am overreacting. Now I'm angry at myself for being so damn stupid, can't I just go back to normal? Peter tilts my head and covers my mouth with his own. Everything is forgotten. Even my need for air until he pulls away a few minutes later with my gasping for air.

"I think I found the perfect distraction," Peter smirks until my stomach makes itself known once again. "Let's feed the human, shall we?"

After I manage to eat the package of ramen Peter had made and some fruit, he takes my hand to lead me to the porch where he tries to coax me to go with him for a walk. I know it is irrational of me, possibly even childish as well but I tell him no and plant myself on the steps. Peter relents but tells me that he will eventually get me off this porch one way or another before planting himself right next to me.

Over the course of the next couple of months, we have gotten closer in ways I didn't think possible while only in the emotional department, not the physical aspect which I'm kind of glad about. He's told me all about his life both vampire and what he can remember of his human life as well. I told him about my childhood and Renee and Charlie. The parts I keep to myself are the most painful memories that I still refuse to think about consciously.

Unconsciously however, I am plagued with nightmares almost every night and I have found myself waking up a couple of times somewhere else in the house not remembering how I have gotten there. Peter tells me that I have been sleepwalking which I don't recall ever doing before. He tells me that he follows me to make sure I don't hurt myself or leave by accident but is unwilling to wake me up in fear of making matters worse. From what I understand about people sleepwalking it isn't wise to wake them due to concerns of invoking a nasty response.

With January sixteenth coming just in a week it has gotten worse and at this point Peter hasn't fed for a few weeks now which makes me feel worse. I had to basically shove him out of the front door tonight after he made sure I ate. I point out that he needs to take care of himself if he wants me to do the same. He grumbled on his way out but not before pulling me into a kiss. Now with him out for a few, I make my way to bed after having a long endless day. After covering up with the blanket I don't think my head hit the pillow before I fall fast to sleep.

Blood. So much blood. Some of it not even my own. I look around to find Charlie lifeless on our living room floor. I'm screaming bloody murder but the only thing that shows up is Victoria's vicious self, laughing at me. She sure did know what she was doing when he took his life. This was the most satisfying revenge for her. James shows up next to me and I am forced into another nightmare that I can't shake myself from. Hands, drugs, alcohol, multiple men. On top of me, in me. More blood. Blood on my skin, everywhere I look. Edward leaving me. I'm not good enough, I was foolish to think otherwise.

I wake up from my nightmare to being out in the middle of nowhere alone and not out in the middle of nowhere alone in the house that is home. No. I'm somewhere in the woods and I have no clue how to get back. Panicking, I tried to back track my steps going in the opposite direction of which I was facing. I'm not sure how long I had been walking so I don't know when or even if I should see our house soon or not. Luckily for me though, I hear branches crunching quickly before I hear my name being called.

"Peter!" I cry out and within a second I am in his arms bawling my eyes out like a baby.

"Jesus, Bella," he sighs in relief as he shifts me slightly higher, guiding my legs around his torso which I cross my ankles and cling onto him. "I knew I shouldn't have left you. Do you have any idea how far you got from the house?"

I have my head tucked in the crook of his neck as he begins walking us home, I shake my head as I try to calm my crying. Peter rubs my back up and down gently, whispering his comfort and love gently in my ear. Eventually he begins a quick run to the house where he sets me on the kitchen counter.

"I need to look at your feet, sug," he tells me softly. "You're bleeding." Oh god. Blood. More of my blood. "It's okay, just let me go so I can grab the first aid kit."

Reluctantly I release my hold from around his neck and torso and to my benefit he is gone and back before I can process his movement. Peter cleans up my feet with warm water and a washcloth before applying peroxide to a cotton ball and dapping. He's quiet as he makes sure my feet are okay. I'm now mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted as he begins to make me a cup of tea just how I like it. Drinking half of it, I put the cup down beside me on the counter as he pulls me into his arms once more.

"You scared me," Peter whispers as he buries his face in my hair.

I can't help the strangled laugh that escapes. "At least you are able to find your way home," I tell him. "How far did I get?"

"About four and a half miles out. I came home and I couldn't hear you," he places a soft kiss to my temple. "If I didn't know any better, I would've thought you ran away. Your scent was fading when I went to follow it, you had to have been out there for a while."

"I went to sleep right after you left," I inform him. I don't even know what time of night it is right now.

"Assuming you began walking soon after you were out there for nearly five hours. Maybe I shouldn't hunt so late," he begins to talk to himself.

"No!" I exclaim. "You need to feed and you won't be able to do it without it being a bigger hassle. I'll be fine," I lie to the both of us.

"You're a horrible liar, sug," Peter chuckles. "Let's get you back to bed."

I nod my agreeance and we're in bed under the covers quickly, my head on his chest and his arms wrapped around me securely. Relaxing against him, I let my eyes slip closed but unfortunately, they don't get to stay closed as my mind conjures up Charlie. Now I'm once more worked up and Peter quickly catches onto that fact as he pulls me closer.

"I'm here," he soothes me. "Nothing is going to hurt you, I promise."

Nothing but my dreams. My memories. I hate that I keep remembering more and more of everything that I don't want to remember, everything that the drugs and alcohol covered up for me. Now I am being forced to relive it again when all I want to do is crawl into a hole and not come back out.

"Please?" I beg for him to make me forget. "Just make me forget, I need to forget."

His chilled hands wipe away my falling tears, pain evident in his eyes as he shakes his head. "Tell me what you need, sug."

How am I supposed to know what I need? I just need to forget it all. Suddenly I smash my mouth against his making him still for a second as he registers my attack. And just like that, his mouth moves against mine and my thoughts slowly filter away one by one to the back of my head again. Hands. I need him to touch me. I tug him to get on top of me, the weight of him should be feel suffocating but all it feels like is comfort and air. Peter grabs ahold of my right leg to spread a gap to settle between before running his hand up my side underneath my shirt but stopping just at the side of my breast.

Untangling my hands from Peter's blonde locks, I travel my hands down to the bottom of his t-shirt to shimmy it up his body. Unfortunately for me that means he is now pulling away from my mouth so that we can discard the item at hand. His eyes are impossibly black when I gaze up at him, pure hunger but not for my blood. Butterflies swirl around my stomach as a low rumble filters through his chest.

"Are you sure?" he questions with his voice thick with lust.

"Yes," I answer as I emphasis it with a grind of my hips against his hardened member cause a hiss on his end.

Peter doesn't waste time removing our clothing, soon we are both bare for each other. I don't remember the last time I willingly had sex- let alone remember when the last time I had sex while sober. This brings a round of anxiety, but I squash it down quickly as I crawl on top of Peter. He grabs a hold of me to help me line up with him before looking at me intently searching for something. He finds it.

"We can stop," he whispers. "There's no going back from this."

"Please?"

Peter thrusts up as I slide down, he fills me and stretches me and for the amount of time I have gone without any type of sexual activity, there is some discomfort as well. Slowly Peter helps me with setting a slow pace to adjust to the discomfort goes away quickly. He's whispering in my ear as I work over his body and I need even more as I guide his mouth back to mine to smother my moans. His hands work my breasts and as I shift my hips to change the angle, he hits the sweet spot as his public bone rubs a delicious friction against my clit.

Sweat has formed a thin layer of itself against my skin and Peter makes sure it stays there as he flips us so that I am spread beneath his body. He's rocking his hips so that he hits every sensitive nerve ending everywhere. Oxygen is needed that I didn't realize I was lacking until I am gasping. The flash of heat begins in my feet and travels up my legs to my core.

"Peter!" I moan out loudly as I come undone. My hands get pinned above my head as Peter begins a quicker pace and I can't tell where one orgasm starts and the other ends as it seems to keep coming. "More," I groan.

Ask and you shall receive. "Fuck, sug," he grunts. "You're going to be the death of me." Peter keeps my hands above my head as he leans down to attack my neck and chest with his mouth while his other hand travels down to my sensitive little nub. "God you're so fucking hot and tight around my cock, you like cumming around my cock don't you, sug?" Peter increases the pressure on my center as his teeth graze my nipples. "Cum with me this time." By the sound of his voice, he's hanging by a thread.

I explode around him once more with a sharp pinch to my clit and a bite to my breast. We ride out our waves of ecstasy, panting heavily as our bodies come down from their highs. My hands get released as he carefully rolls off of me but quickly positions us so I am laying in his arms with the blanket tucked around me.

"Sleep now, sug," Peter kisses the top of my head.

Don't mind if I do.

When I wake up, I see blood everywhere. I can't move. I'm paralyzed. I scream. I hear something bang loudly somewhere close by and I scream even louder. Hands. Cold hand, they take me into their arms and are rocking back and forth in hopes of soothing me. Do they not see all the blood? Oh, God! Charlies body is right next to me with his face contorted in pain.

"It's just a dream, sug," I can hear Peter tell me. "Wake up for me," he continues as a dark shadow begins to overtake my vision. "Listen to my voice, take big deep breaths. I'm here for you, Bella. Open those eyes for me." His voice wavers slightly as if he's trying to contain his own emotions.

I don't know how long I am stuck like that with him just rocking me and trying to convince me that I'm dreaming but eventually I feel my hand twitch. My eyes snap open and I am greeted by a worried looking Peter.

"There you are my pretty girl," he smiles softly. "Care to share?"

I have to blink a couple of times to make sure I am not still in my dream state. "I'm sorry," I apologize when I manage to find my voice. "I don't know what that was…"

"I think that was you trying to scare the ever-living shit out of me," he jokes lightly as he soothes my hair down and tucking it behind my ear. "Tell me what happened."

I shift slightly in his arms as he lets me go so I can sit up and stretch. My bones crack loudly in protest. "I thought I woke up," I tell him finally. "I-I couldn't move and there was so much blood."

"You were screaming my name," Peter says gently but it seems like he's holding something back.

"I don't remember that," I whisper. I hadn't thought I was screaming anyone's name; I just knew I was screaming at the sight of all the blood. Of Charlie.

"How about you go get cleaned up and I'll go finish preparing your breakfast," Peter suggests kissing my cheek.

He doesn't leave room for argument which I wasn't about to do anyways. As I go to stand up from the bed, my knees and ankles crack loudly making me groan in pleasure. While I get moving around the bedroom to collect my outfit for the day, I realize how sore my body feels. I find that I don't mind it, in fact I can't wait to make it feel like this again… soon. Today I go with dark wash jean shorts with a dark green V-neck t-shirt and a matching set of simple dark green undergarments.

I decide to take a quick shower today instead of enjoying it like I normally would, I feel the need to be close to Peter. When I am out of the shower and dressed, I opt to let Peter braid my hair for the day. Upon walking down the staircase to the living room I can hear Peter talking on the phone in the kitchen. Before I step foot in the kitchen he is already off the phone and facing the stove.

"For a vampire who doesn't have any friends," I begin as I take a seat at the island, "you sure talk on the phone a lot."

Peter snorts as he turns around and I automatically notice the apron he has tied around him Kiss the Chef. "All in due time, sug," he says with a cocky grin. "Now where's my kiss at?"

I laugh but indulge his request by hopping down from the stool and striding over to place what was meant to be a quick peck but is forced into a full-on kiss by Peter. Not that I'm complaining one damn bit. Any worries I had left over from this morning are wiped away with his kiss. On the bright side it isn't just me that feels the need to be close as he picks me up to place me on the counter deepening the kiss.

I break away panting shortly after, resting my head against his own humming in contentment. Peter peppers soft kisses along my cheek to my nose to the other side before pulling away to tend to the food on the stove. After breakfast is made and ate, Peter pulls me outside to the porch where he shows me that he got three rocking chairs lined up. I arch my eyebrow towards him, why do we need three? He simply just gives me a cheesy smile before motioning me to sit which I do without objection in the one in the middle of the three.

"Are you going to tell me?" I ask him when we have sat rocking for about an hour.

"Well that depends, sug," he replies looking at me. "Are you going to ask?"

At this point I know he knows that I won't or don't want to ask. We continue in silence before my eyes begin to drip close of their own accord and I feel Peter pick me up quickly before placing me back down to rest against his body. With the warm almost muggy air outside his cool body feels good against my warm one. Luckily for me when I end up falling to sleep it is a dreamless short nap, one that I wake up from a half hour later still resting against Peter outside.

"Feel better?" Peter questions softly as he nuzzles the side of my neck. "You didn't even talk."

"Much better," I inform him. "Can we go on that walk now?"

"Thought you'd never ask," he smiles brightly before standing us up and guiding us off the porch for the first time.

I find that he has a huge plot of land which tends to be necessary when you're a vampire I suppose. Eventually with my lack of physical activity outside of the house, I find that my legs tire much quicker than what they used to so Peter swiftly places me onto his back for a piggyback ride. Being so close to Peter relaxes me, much more than I thought I could ever relax, it's refreshing. At a human's pace it takes almost three hours to go round the perimeter of his property and get back to the house.

I stretch my body as soon as I am sat down on my own two feet in the kitchen. While I go to the freezer to pull out a frozen meal to heat up, Peter says he's going to make a phone call and he'll be back shortly. I nod my understanding not questioning who he's calling but proceed in tossing the meal into the microwave for its given heat up time. By the time I finish the food and have cleaned up the small mess I made, Peter is back pulling me against him.

A couple of days pass by, my dreams are getting worse and worse. Peter continues to be there while I sleep and waking me only when he feels necessary. At this point I am only sleeping a couple of hours at most which is taking its toll not only on me, but Peter as well with all the worrying I am putting him through. Depression begins to seep its way through my body once more and unfortunately, I'm powerless to stop it before it completely takes over.

It sets in fully, making itself at home and not bothering with knocking on the front door before barging in to take over. Peter doesn't have to hunt nearly as often as the Cullen's had needed to, but I can tell he's feeling drained. It makes me feel terrible that I am the one doing it to him, it's not fair whatsoever for him.

"Well sort your shit out, Major," Peter shouts from a different room, "because whether you like it or not, she's not your mate. The sooner you come to terms with that the sooner we can help the mate that we do have!"

Dragging myself out of bed, I gather fresh comfortable clothes before going into the bathroom to shower. The very little energy that I did have depletes quickly so I have to finish up faster than what I wanted to. Wrapping myself in a towel I dry off and change before wrapping my hair into the towel to dry. Entering the bedroom again I find Peter sitting at the end of the bed dressed in dark washed jeans and a black t-shirt.

He smiles at me while holding out a hand for me to take. "We're going to go to the pier and enjoy some fresh air," he tells me as he slides me on his lap. "I need to make a couple of errands in town, and I don't want to leave you alone."

Kissing him wipes away all my worries, I don't think I could ever get enough of him. With his tongue sliding against my bottom lip, I grant him access, enjoying the feel of his cool tongue stroking my own. Before I can get carried away Peter retracks himself but peppers kisses all over my face making me laugh softly.

"We need to get going if we're going to make it to the post office before it closes," Peter tells me with a quick kiss.

Walking down to Peters truck hand in hand he helps me inside since I am too short to climb in myself. Pulling me into his side once he hops into the driver's side with ease, we make our way into town for the first time. I grip his hand in mine, playing with his fingers nervously as we listen to a country station on the radio. Today is a cloudy day, the sun nowhere to be seen and I can't lie and say that it doesn't make me feel just a smidge better that I'm out of the house.

"Do you want to go in or stay here?" Peter asks when we pull up to the post office.

With it being crowded in the area we are in I opt to go with him, which he doesn't seem to mind about. We walk up to a lock box where he pulls out an old looking envelope with an address somewhere in Italy. I look out the window and people watch as Peter begins writing his own letter in reply. Is it bad I can pick out the hand full of people that have access to anything I might want. I can also pick out the people who they have under their wing so to speak.

"Come on, sug," Peter tugs my hand gently breaking me of my thoughts.

I blink a few times and let him lead me back to the truck where he helps me back in before stopping at another place. Since it isn't busy, I tell him that I'll stay in the truck and wait for him. Giving me a kiss and leaving the keys in the ignition he makes his way into the building where it only takes about twenty minutes for him to come back out. Opening the back door on his side, he places a small bag in the back seat before going to the driver door.

"Are you ready? I think there's a fair going on," he says pulling me close.

My stomach rumbles as I think about how it's been years since I have had fair fries drenched in vinegar and… oh, God! Hand shaken lemonade!

His laughter pulls me from my thoughts again. "Well if the mention of a fair made you this excited, I would've tried to take you sooner."

"Just the aspect of the fries," I tell him.

"I could've made you fries at home," he says laughing more.

I shake my head. "Not the same! Fair fries taste better AND they need to be smothered in vinegar!"

The amount of people that are out and about makes me uncomfortable so I stick even closer to Peter as we walk through the crowd of people. Peter puts me in front of him, his arms wrapped around my shoulders as we make our way to a food truck that has both my fries and lemonade. Peter doesn't let me go as we wait in line and instead just sticks to keeping our position and talking in my ear. It takes us about fifteen minutes to get through the line but after we do, he leads us up to the pier.

We are able to find a spot that isn't completely surrounded by people and sit down to watch the water. My fries are gone faster than I thought I was capable of eating them. Peter grabs the trash and disposes of it in the trashcan a few feet away before coming back to pull me into his lap.

We leave the pier only after it begins to get chilly out and I can't stop shivering but on the way back to the truck my bladder makes itself known. We stopped at a rundown store that has a rundown bathroom. I try to make it as quick as possible so I can go back to Peter but as I'm finishing up, someone comes in and from all my time with James I can tell that the person who came in is openly doing drugs. I freeze. I can't go out there! I'll be too tempted, even now my mouth waters at the thought and my veins already itches.

"Would you like some? I've got the good stuff," the person says and judging by her voice she's young. Like really young.

YES! "No, thanks," I reply instead swallowing thickly.

"Suit yourself," she tells me before cleaning up her mess. At least she's semi-responsible I roll my eyes.

She walks out but I am still stuck in the stall afraid that she might have left something behind to tempt me. I'm not sure how much time passes but eventually I hear the door open and close and a lock click in place. My heart is pounding, fear running through me, but I still can't move.

"It's just me, sug," Peter says filling the silence after seemingly cleaning up the counter.

Finally my hand reaches up to unlock the stall I stand in and Peter yanks the door to it open quickly and pulls me into his arms. I cry. He soothes me. Minutes goes by and there is a pounding knock at the bathroom door making him growl. Swooping me up in his arms, he pins me to his chest, and I wrap my legs around him as I tuck my face in the crook of his neck hiding my face. Exiting the bathroom Peter walks us through the crowd of people to the truck.

When we get settled in the truck, I lay my head down on his lap curling into myself and let his hand make soothing patterns on my side. Once we get home Peter picks me up and carries me inside to our bedroom where he walks around the room gathering what I assume is clothes before going into the bathroom and starting a bath.

Peter places me on the counter after he gets the water started to begin stripping me of my clothes slowly. Soft kisses here and there make me melt against his body and I let my thoughts and feelings fade away.

"You did good today," he informs me firmly.

I shake my head automatically. "But I wanted it," I admit.

"I know but the fact that you stayed put is something to be proud of. It was right there in front of you the whole time and you didn't take it." Peter lifts my head up, so I am forced to look in his eyes. "Even if you're not proud of yourself; I am proud of you."

I'm not proud of myself because I know the only reason I didn't take the offer was because I couldn't get myself to move. I couldn't move because I didn't want to let Peter down and all the hard work that we had gone through just to get to this point.

"Stop thinking about it," he demands me. "It's an accomplishment, trust me. Now let me help you relax."

Helping me into the large in ground bath, we submerge ourselves into the hot water where he begins to wash my hair massaging my scalp as he does so. I return the favor when he finishes rinsing out the conditioner. A low rumble from his chest lets me know he enjoys my ministrations and when I lean in to kiss him, he yanks me into his lap to show me just how much he enjoys it. I slide carefully onto his hardened member, sighing into the kiss as we set a slow pace.

We give and take from one another, enjoying what the other has to give and only minutes later do we reach our end. Peter's hand travels up under my armpit to clamp down onto the base of my neck, pulling me into a hard kiss as we ride out our high. My own hands are yanking his hair as he smothers my moans with his mouth. As we slow our movements Peter retracts his hand from my neck to help me lift off him as my own legs have turned to mush.

"Better?" he smirks.

I stick my tongue out at him in response before turning on the water to rinse us off so we can get out. Drying ourselves off we get dressed wrapping my hair in the towel to dry before going into the bedroom. The bag from earlier that Peter had shoved into the backseat is sitting on the bed when I enter. Peter motions for me to sit beside him and places the bag in my hands.

"Go on," he urges. "It ain't gonna bite."

Slowly I open the bag to pull out its contents which is a small box that has a picture of a smartphone on the front. I arch my eyebrow at Peter, who do I have to call?

Giving me a sheepish smile, he tells me, "So with your newfound sleepwalking exhibition I figured it might make you feel more comfortable. When I need to go hunt… later tonight, if you end up somewhere not in the house again…"

I can tell he put thought into the phone so to put him out of his small misery I lean over kiss him. "Thank you," I tell him with another kiss. "But you could've saved a lot of money by just getting a small flip phone."

He smiles and kisses me again. "It'll be uncomfortable most likely but I'm hoping it'll keep attached to you while you sleep." Pulling out an armband he hands it over as well before grabbing the box to take out the phone as well. "I've already programmed my number and the Major's. If for whatever reason you can't get ahold of me, you call him."

"Who is Major?" I question. "Why wouldn't I be able to reach you?"

"Major is the one on the other side of my phone calls, sug," he says pulling me onto his lap so I sit sideways. "There's no specific reason why you wouldn't be able to reach me, but if there comes a time when you can't you call him."

"What am I to you, Peter?" I asked quietly looking down into my lap unable to look him in the eye.

"You're my life. You're my life, my friend, my lover, partner, equal, confidant," Peter forces my head up to look at him. I do. "You're my mate." I suck in a deep breath and see the truth in his eyes. "Breathe, sug."

I release my breath. "Who is the Major to you?"

"One in the same except right now he is being a big pain in my ass and not in the good way," he grumbles at the end.

"And what is the Major to me?" I ask not really wanting the answer to be confirmed, but needing to hear it, nonetheless.

"He will eventually be the same as me," he says honestly. "Right now however, he is simply your mate until he can get his head out of his ass and come to terms with the truth."

I shake my head. "But… if he's your mate then why did he leave you?"

"Because I wasn't what he needed at the time," Peter sighs pulling me close. "Now their claws are dug deep into him and it's up to him to get himself out."

"I thought vampires only get one mate," I say confused. It's what Edward had told me, had preached to me even as he dumped me in the woods.

"Typically, yes. It's not as common to be part of a triad but it does happen," he answers kissing my head.

With the long day and being out and about my body and mind begin to feel fatigued. Peter lays the two of us down, wrapping me up tightly in his arms and kissing my temple.

"Peter?" I manage to get out before sleep completely overtakes me.

"Hm?"

"He was stupid to leave you," I mumble as I succumb to exhaustion.

"This is what you deserve for taking my James away from me," Victoria growls. "You took my life from me!" My body is shaking in pain at the damage she continues to inflict upon my human body. "You had to show up and ruin everything, a human! How did a human end my life?!"

"You guys could've left!" I growl out as she lands another blow to my backside.

"Oh look! Daddy is home," her hands grip my head roughly and forces me to look out the front window to see Charlie coming up the driveway. "What do you think he's going to think to come into this mess? Maybe I should just kill him instead," she laughs manically.

"No! You stay away from him! He didn't do anything to you! It was me, kill me!" I shout frantically.

"Come on, Bella," Peter begs me. "You have to get out of bed."

It's been two weeks and I haven't been able to do much other than take a shower and crawl back into bed. My body feels so heavy, everything feels so heavy. Peter picks my limp body up and off the bed, holding me to his rock-hard body.

"I found Victoria, now I need you to snap out of it for me," Peter says roughly. How does he know about Victoria? "You talk in your sleep often enough I was able to figure out what has you like this," he says rolling his eyes. "Now are you with me?" I nod. Completely with you Peter. "Good. Now that I have your attention, I need you to be alert. Can you do that for me?"

"Where are we going?" I question.

"We aren't going anywhere, you're going to stay put while I track her down," he informs me which has me automatically shaking my head. "Yes. Look at me, sug. I'll be gone two days max, she's close by but from my intel she's good at evading." Peter has us down in the living room where he grabs a pad of paper and pen writing down an address and phone number with a name of Garrett. Who is he?

"Garrett and I go way back, one of my longtime friends. If in two and a half days I'm not back, you're to call him tell him who you are and go to the address. The second call you're going to make is to- "

"Major pain in the ass," I finish for him earning me a small, amused smile.

"Yes. Now I need you to keep yourself alert, if you end up sleep walking find the markers we made. Keep your phone on you at all times and charged." Peter pulls me into his chest as he inhales my scent as I do the same to him while wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. "I have to get going," he whispers pulling enough away to look at me. "Two and a half days. I'll call when I'm on my way back."

I want to beg him to stay, to not leave me alone but I know it won't do any good. I nod my understanding instead and kiss him until he is suddenly not there anymore. For the first time in a long time, I am left completely alone with no reassurance of when he will actually be back other than two days.

I can't eat anything; any time I try to I get sick. I can't sleep and I can't seem to do anything to keep my mind occupied. It's been a day and a half and I'm just a bundle of nerves that I can't get under control. It's around midnight when my body gives into sleep, crashing completely on the living room couch.

Crickets are all I hear when I open my eyes, I'm standing in the middle of the woods surrounded by almost complete darkness. The moon shines through the trees, lighting up the area slightly just enough that I can pick out one of the markers Peter and I had set out. I feel for my phone on my arm, but it isn't in the armband like normal. Taking deep breaths, I try not to panic as I walk over to the small flag to begin walking back.

The number on the flag tells me that I got six miles away from the house without waking up. Tears roll down my face as I fall for the umpteenth time while trying to see through the darkness. Stupid human eyes. A large branch breaks from somewhere in front of me making me pause.

"Bella?" I hear my name being called; the voice sounds so familiar, but I can't pick it out with the panic flooding through my body. Something in me makes me keep as quiet as possible but I can't keep my sobs contained. "Come on, darlin," the voice says much closer. "I ain't gonna harm ya."

Looking through my blurry eyes filled with tears I see blonde wavy hair much like Peter's. I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts just as I am lifted into the vampires arms. Mate! This is Major!

"Close your eyes, darlin," Major says soothingly. "I'm going to get you home and cleaned up."

I cling to him, breathing his scent in which is so close to Peter's but not, I let it soothe me as he runs through the woods with no problem. Major slows to a walk as we near the porch and walking inside he sets me down on the couch. I don't realize how cold I was until a blanket gets tucked around me and my feet get placed in a bucket of warm water. When he sits down on the coffee table right in front of me, looking over my hands I finally get a good look at him.

"Jasper?" I rasp out confused.

"Where's Peter at? Hunting? He hasn't answered my calls," he spews out questions. When I say nothing, he pauses his movements to look at me, his face softening at the sight of me. "I'm sorry, Bella."

"You're Major?"

"Not who you expected, huh?" he chuckles softly lifting my left food out of the water and drying it with a towel before checking for cuts. "Sorry to disappoint you."

I shake my head. "Not disappointed, surprised."

"Your feet are surprisingly intact for taking a stroll through the woods. What exactly were you doing walking barefoot at three in the morning?" Jasper picks me up and takes me into the kitchen where he makes a cup of hot tea for me.

"I wasn't," I begin. "Well, I mean I was, obviously. I wasn't walking into the woods willingly, I was sleepwalking. What were you doing taking a stroll through the woods at three in the morning?" I arch an eyebrow.

"Looking for you," he states simply. "Peter must have known I'd show up here while he was away and left me a note to go looking for you if you weren't here especially in the dead of night."

I frown. "How would he know you'd show up?"

Jasper snorts. "Because he just knows shit," he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "He uh- he sent the Volturi actually."

"What? Why?" I question before taking a sip of my tea.

"Alice apparently has a second gift, a lesser-known gift to even Carlisle it seems," he tells me almost bitterly. "She's able to forge bonds."

"That's why you left Peter to begin with," I say as it comes together. "Because she bonded you to her?"

Jasper nods his confirmation. "I'm sorry for not figuring it out on my own, even after Peter warned me."

"I'm not the one you need to apologize to," I tell him matter-of-factly. "It's not me who you hurt, it's Peter. And when he comes home, I expect you to sit down and have an actual conversation with him that doesn't end with him coming to me upset."

"Where is he?"

"Taking care of Victoria, I have six and a half hours before his two days are up and thirteen and a half hours before I have to call someone named Garrett," I inform him of Peter's plan.

"Victoria? Why would he- "

"I'm tired," I cut him off. "Can you help me sleep?"

Moments pass before he nods his consent and carries me up to the bedroom where he tucks me securely in the blanket before going to the chair next to the window.

"Could you- I mean would you mind lying next to me? I-I sleep better with Peter." Embarrassment floods me but is quickly replaced by comfort and calm. Kicking his shoes off Jasper climbs onto the bed with me, resting his arm around my waist before sending relaxation and lethargy my way. "Thanks," I mumble just before darkness overtakes me.

The next time I wake up I not only have one body next to me but two. Peter! My eyes open and my body is in his arms before I can register my own movements. I'm dragged into Peters embrace tightly, a low rumble forming in his chest to let me know he's content.

"I missed you too, sug," Peter whispers in my ear, shifting to kiss my temple. "Did the Major pain in the ass treat you good?"

I laugh. "He even made me tea."

"Good, now let's get you something to eat," he says almost accusingly.

I shake my head, snuggling into his embrace a bit more, "But I'm comfortable."

"Do you still like omelets, Bella?" Jasper asks from beside us where I completely forgot he had been last night.

"Mmhmm," I hum a reply and just like that I can hear his footsteps retreat out of the bedroom. "You didn't call last night like you said," I say sitting up suddenly.

"Yes, I did," Peter kisses me softly. "Major answered the phone, and I told him not to wake you if you were sleeping good."

I frown. "How did you know he'd show up? Jasper said you just know shit, what does that mean?"

"Of course, he rats me out first chance he gets," He grumbles with a roll of his eyes. "Major calls it my gift of sorts. I get feelings about somethings and I'm hardly ever wrong. It's how I found you that night."

"What did your feelers tell you?" I ask interested.

"Where to find you, that if I didn't get to you then the danger you were in would increase tenfold and we wouldn't have you anymore," I whispers cupping my face in his hands. "I don't think you realize how deep up shit creek you had been."

I swallow thickly, leaning into his hands and sighing softly. Jasper must have said something from downstairs because I am lifted and placed into the bathroom before being told to clean up.

"Peter!" I exclaim before he can leave the bathroom making him come right back to my side. "Please?" I request, my voice small and weak.

His mouth covers mine in an instant, working me until I'm breathless and in need of air as everything fades to the background. I smile and kiss his cheek before sending him on his way leaving me to get my human moment over with. Taking my time in washing up and changing into a pair of lime green sweatpants and matching tank top, I make my way down into the kitchen to find Peter and Jasper arguing about something.

"Omelet with spinach and mushroom and toast for the little lady," Jasper smiles while sliding the plate towards me.

"Little lady?" I question with an arched eyebrow. "I'd be offended if I didn't have to double knot these sweatpants just to keep them on," I tell him while sitting down on a stool and pulling the plate towards me.

"She's just about in the same condition I had found her in," Peter says. "Minus the extracurricular."

Jasper glances down at my arms and I find myself suddenly nauseas, but Jasper doesn't let it last long as he pushes out comfort and love and understanding. Peter walks around to my side kissing my head as he places the fork in my hand and to my surprise, my stomach growls and my appetite comes back.

"I think the three of us have a lot to talk about," Peter begins. "How about you eat what you can and meet us in the living room when you're done?"

Nodding my agreement Peter kisses my cheek as Jasper comes around to do the same before they both walk out to wait for me. I'm only able to finish maybe half the omelet and half the toast before my stomach begins to disagree with me. Tossing the leftovers in the trash and cleaning up the small mess, I grab an orange juice out of the fridge before walking to the living room. From the looks of it, Jasper and Peter had some type of discussion as they don't seem to be on edge anymore.

Grabbing the throw blanket from the chair I walk over to Peter where he shifts slightly so I can sit on his lap facing Jasper who is sitting on the other side of the couch. Wrapping his arms around me, he tucks me right under his chin all the while Jasper watches our interaction.

"How did you find our mate, Peter? You said she was in the same condition except for extracurricular?" Jasper questions as I pull the blanket to cover up my exposed skin.

"Luckily I had been close to the town you were in," Peter begins directing his dialog towards me instead of Jasper. He's going to tell me how he found me, he's going to tell me everything that I refused to ask. "I'm not sure where you were when I got to that house initially but, that disgusting man had plans for you when you were due back. He'd planned on selling you to someone who operated in the human trafficking ring for a half a mil. From what I was able to gather, you were becoming reckless and too much trouble for him to deal with." I let my eyes close and lean heavily against his chest. "He had a phonebook with a name and address to take you to when you got back, I think he planned on stringing you out to cooperate with him. Judging by the homemade chloroform that was going to be his second option."

"He'd been antsy when I left that day," I whisper in remembrance. "I was to go and do what he wanted me to and come straight back. I didn't do what he wanted though; I didn't want to do it anymore."

"Well once I heard enough… I had a little fun with tormenting the shit out of him some." I can hear the amusement in his voice. "You came back a couple of hours later… you could hardly keep your eyes open and coherent enough to understand what you were really seeing."

"Oh just the opposite," I interrupt, "I knew he was dead; I just didn't know you killed him."

"I didn't want him to have the satisfaction of getting drained, that would've been too easy for him. Overdose is worse." I nodded my agreement. "Anyways. I had to wait until it was late enough to get you to my truck, too many people were walking up and down the street. I more or less had something to do with you passing out on me, so I didn't have to worry about you putting up a fight. It was when we got here that the real fun started."

"That's when you called about the medication…" Jasper trails off.

Peter nods. "I had to raid a hospital a state over since you weren't willing to be involved," he says to Jasper this time before redirecting to me. "It took you so long to trust me to be within arms-length of you, not as long as you promised sexual favors for but too long for my liking."

I feel ashamed of myself for allowing this for myself, to stoop so low that I had no way out just to forget. I had to forget though; it was deteriorating me. It still is. These two deserve a much better mate than what I could ever be, it's not fair to them to have me as one. I can't give them anything.

"Stop that, Isabella!" Jasper growls lowly making me jump at the sudden intrusive voice breaking through.

"What?" Peter asks. "What is she feeling?"

Jasper is now right next to Peter and me his hands cupping my face to force me to look at him directly. "Look at me, darlin," he says much more gently. I comply. "I don't know what all happened when we left Forks, but whatever it is I know you hurt deeply because of it. You are everything to Peter and me you're worthy of everything and then some. You are exactly what we need and want. We've all done things we're not proud of but that doesn't mean we're not unworthy; does it?" I find myself shaking my head quickly. "Good. Now that we are over that part, you should continue Peter."

"Well, a few months ago we did our first outing in town, and she had fun until we were trying to leave," Peter looks at me with a smile to which I roll my eyes. "Might not have blood but it was close enough for you wasn't it, sug?"

"I still wanted it," I mumble annoyed with Peter. "The only reason I didn't was because I couldn't move."

"But you didn't and that's something to be proud of," Peter objects once again.

"He's right, Bella. If you had temptation right in front of you that you could've easily had what you wanted but didn't take it; it's something to be proud of," Jasper says grabbing my hand to give it a reassuring squeeze.

"It's been pretty quiet until I got word on Victoria," Peter continues. "I had a friend keep his radar open for her and he finally got a solid hit. Why didn't you guys destroy her when you killed the mate?" Peter questions, narrowing his eyes towards Jasper. "You know you always kill a mated pair if you have to kill one of them."

Its Jaspers turn to roll his eyes as he shakes his head disapprovingly. "Edward knows best, and Carlisle just followed what his first born wanted, not what was right. Much like how everything happened following the James thing."

"Pompous ass," I mutter.

"Unfortunately, the age you are turned is the age you will forever act," Jasper explains. "Doesn't excuse anything he did because one can always change and mature. In Edwards case however, he doesn't want to change as he thinks he's perfect."

"If he's so perfect then why'd he leave me out in the middle of the woods for Sam Uley to find me," I shake my head.

I hadn't realized the stiff posture Peter had taken on until I hear Jaspers deep growl making me pay attention. Taking a good look at each of them I notice that their eyes have darkened to just about the same color. I figured Edward would have told his family that he left me, maybe he didn't tell them how he left me though. Obviously judging by Jasper's reaction alone, I'd say that is exactly what he did.

"I thought he would've told you," I say quietly with a shrug of my shoulders. "It's not like it matters anyways, either way the same thing would've happened after everyone fled town."

"Evidently he told us a completely different story," Jasper says almost stiffly.

Peter shifts slightly underneath of me before crushing me impossibly closer to him as I feel him nuzzle my neck. For a normal person, this action would hurt but for me it brings me some comfort.

"What happened after we left you?" Jasper asks, hesitation in his voice.

I shake my head slightly. I'm not ready to talk about the torture that I went through, the torture that repeats in my head daily. I'm not ready to face the pain I put my father through or the pain I put my mother Renee through letting her think I was dead like the whole town.

"I'm tired," I whisper. "I'm going to go lay down for a bit."

Peter helps me stand up and make my way upstairs to the bedroom where I lay down under the covers. I can hear Peter and Jasper talking but can't make up out what they're saying. I'm not sure how much time has passed before I begin to doze off but just as I am about to slip under, two cold bodies slip into bed on either side of me.

When I wake up, I feel refreshed and still have two vampires in bed with me. "Everyone thinks you're dead," Jasper says when I am fully alert. "How did you manage to escape?"

Got to love the internet, it'll tell you all you want to know. "The Pack made sure I was healed, and they had emergency funds for things like this, I guess. They gave me a new name, ID, social and birth certificate. I left during the night so nobody would see me, and I kept driving," I say with a sigh. "It was better that everyone thought I was dead, who would believe me if I said a vampire came for me and I'm the reason my dad is dead."

"You aren't the reason your father is dead," both Peter and Jasper say firmly at the same time. "Your father is dead because he got home early and was in the wrong place at the wrong time," Jasper continues. "There wasn't anything you could have done."

I shake my head vigorously s tears burn my eyes and threaten to take over. "No, he's dead because I gave Victoria a reaction and a reason to kill him instead of me." My face is surely red with a mixture of anger and annoyance. "He died because of me, I might not have killed him, but I might as well have been the one to do it."

"A deranged vampire seeking revenge who killed your father, sug," Peter tells me gently as he lifts my fisted hand up to his cool lips to place a kiss on it. "There isn't anything you can do to change that. For all you know he was always going to die instead of you, she could have planned it that way. I should have asked questions when I went after her, but I didn't."

"You weren't there, Peter." I all but growl out. "You didn't see his face."

"You're right, I wasn't there but aside from Jasper and I who keep telling you it wasn't your fault surely the people on the reservation told you it wasn't."

"I know you can't go back there," Jasper says calmly. "But maybe the reason you keep reliving it isn't because you feel responsible, maybe it's because you haven't had closure."

Closure. Something I will never be able to get.

"How about we just drop it for now?" Peter suggests. "Jasper, you want to help me get some dinner started," he nods as if he's trying to convince Jasper to agree.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure."

The two of them stand up from the bed before quickly making their way down into the kitchen leaving me alone. I take the moment alone to relieve my bladder and change into a set of matching pajamas with black and white polka dots all over. I take my time in going downstairs, the two of them bickering back in forth about what to make amuses me greatly. Instead of interrupting them I decide to make my way out onto the porch and into one of the chairs.

The sun is setting now making the sun a beautiful array of pinks, oranges, and purples. By the time the sun has gone away, and the moon has made its bright appearance, I go back inside closing the front door behind me to be greeted by a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen. Low music plays in the background as I follow the smell of food. I find Jasper and Peter slow dancing just before a timer goes off and they pull away to take out what looks like chicken breast from the oven.

"Smells good," I say softly. "What is it exactly though?"

Jasper slides a plate full of chicken and what looks like apples on the top as I sit down. "Chicken with apples and honey," answers Peter. "I found it on the Pinterest for something new."

The chicken is fork tender and I make sure to stab a couple of diced apples onto the fork to take a bite. It basically melts in my mouth and it's a perfect amount of sweet and savory all mixed into one. I think this has got to be the most glorious tasting food I've ever had.

"You like?" chuckles Peter.

A content moan slips from my lips as I take another bite with a nod. This is the most I've ate in a while and it's still not nearly as much as I should. Peter places all the leftovers in a container to put in the fridge as Jasper comes around to my side. Automatically I am leaning myself against his stone body, breathing in his sweet minty scent and letting my eyes slip closed for a few minutes. I enjoy when his arms slip around me, lifting me up and down onto his lap where he rubs my back soothingly. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I rest my head against his shoulder.

"Bella," murmurs Jasper.

I don't say anything in response, instead I lift my head to look at him. He glances down at my mouth once before leaning in and kissing me gently. I don't want gentle. I apply more pressure, tangling my hands up in his blonde locks and tugging him hard against me. A moan escapes me as his tongue pries my willing mouth open easily, stroking me with confidence.

"You could reign in your projections ya know!" Shouts Peter from somewhere.

We laugh against one another's mouths but make absolutely no move to pull away. Jasper shifts me closer, his hand presses against the small of my back making me arch into him slightly as both of my hands tangle in his soft locks. I have to force myself away so I can breathe properly. Jasper nuzzles my neck breathing in my scent much like Peter does and as calming as it is supposed to be at the moment, my stomach chooses this time to begin churning. Luckily Jasper can get me to the bathroom just in time for the food to come back up.

By the time I am dry heaving, the shower is turned on and I am handed a cup of water to rinse and spit before I slowly stand up to go to the sink where I brush my teeth. As I finish, Jasper comes back with a change of clothes for me and leaves me to clean up. Letting the water soothe my body, I try not to take too long but before I know it, the water is turning cold, and I am out to dry myself off. Afterwards, I grab the basket of clothes to take to the washer to start a load before going into the bedroom.

"Better?" Jasper inquiries from the chair in the corner.

"Much," I reply with a sigh. "Where's Peter?"

"He went to go hunt for the night, so you're stuck with me," he smirks as I crawl into bed.

"Doesn't sound like such a bad thing, Cowboy," I pat the spot next to me which only makes his smile widen.

A couple of weeks have gone by with the three of us getting acquainted with one another as a whole. It's weird. I didn't think I could care about someone as much as I do for the two of them. Jasper told us of his time with the Cullen's, starting from when he had first left Peter years ago. I had told him that I didn't need to know anything, that it had been Peter who needed to know since he is the one who was left. The two of them found it important that I know everything though, so I sat and listened quietly soaking up as much information as I was able to.

Dreams plague me like no other and I am then coaxed to tell Peter and Jasper what happened in Forks. They of course knew the bare minimum from the little I had told them when Jasper first joined us, and from what I say in my sleep. The dreams however real they feel, aren't the real thing keeping me awake at night.

"Yeah, Jake," I say over the phone as I pull into my driveway. "Listen I just pulled up so I gotta go. I'll call you later." I don't wait for his response before hanging up my phone and grabbing my bag from beside me making my way up the porch.

As I close the door behind me there is an eerie feeling in the atmosphere, as if death is near. Low and behold, there is a sharp pain in my arm just moments after I switch on the closest light to find blood beginning to saturate my long-sleeved shirt. Hardly a second later before I can register what happened, I am struck again on the opposite arm. Then I see a flash of red hair. Victoria. When she strikes again, I am forced into the wall roughly as her arm comes across my neck to hold me in place.

I know my eyes must be going wild trying to comprehend what just happened and what will eventually happen as she smiles sinisterly with a tilt of her head. "Oh, sweet Isabella, you really shouldn't have been left alone," she almost coos. "Did the Cullen's finally tire of you? I thought the mind reader was your mate, how did he manage to leave you?"

I swallow thickly as best I can with her arm beginning to press more firmly against my throat. "They'll be back," I lie. "They didn't leave permanently."

Victoria's laugh tells me that she already knows this isn't true but that's okay because either way she's going to kill me. "Isabella, dear, didn't your mommy and daddy ever tell you it isn't nice to lie? Nonetheless, I have come to avenge my James, after all, you are the reason he is dead."

I am forced from the wall quickly being thrown into the kitchen to my right. Trying to catch myself before I fall, I try to think of a way out of this but come up short as I am only one human against a vampire. "James deserved what he got!" I angrily shout instead. If I am going to die, it ain't gonna be without a fight. "If your vampire mind can remember correctly, he is the one who wanted to make me into a meal and began the chase!"

Victoria has made her way into the kitchen where she grabs a big sharp kitchen knife from the counter smiling. "It's our right to feed!" Victoria growls back stalking over to me. "Those things you call a family tried to take that away! You were nothing but a PET to them, something to play with when they were bored!" I am backed up into the kitchen table now, the knife coming up to rest firmly against my cheek. "Really it's a shame," she comes in close, inhaling my scent evoking a hiss from her. "They left you unprotected in a world where they knew they should've killed me when they had the chance. Tsk, tsk, tsk." Just then, the real pain begins as she slices my cheek open.

It was almost seven when I got home and Charlie isn't due in until about midnight, I can only hope she is done with me by then. She goes between berating me for killing James, assaulting me with her body, and slicing me open with the kitchen knife. When the pain got too bad or when she got disinterested in me, she'd let me pass out but even that only lasted a few minutes at a time.

"Uh oh, Isabella," Victoria smiles evilly at me, "daddy dearest is home. What shall we do about this interruption?"

"Don't touch him!" I panic instantly. Charlie doesn't need to walk into this mess, blood is everywhere from the kitchen to the living room. I've been punched, pushed, yanked, kicked, slapped, and stabbed. He can't see this.

Victoria quickly forces me onto the couch where she keeps her hand over my mouth in an effort to silence me. It doesn't work as I begin to scream, trying to tell him that he needs to leave and go to Jacob and Sam. This too, doesn't work as the front door swings open and a few seconds later Charlie is shouting.

"Bella?!" Charlie shouts as Victoria hides in the shadows of the living room.

"Dad, run!" I scream at him but to no avail as he comes running into the room with the sheer look of horror on his face. All of his cop instincts fly out the window as I struggle to sit up and he only gets within arm's reach before Victoria makes herself known. "Dad, you have to go find Jacob!" I shout.

"Yes, daddy dearest," Victoria says with a sinister smile coming out of the shadows, "go find the big bad wolves and see where it gets you. I can promise you won't even get the chance to leave this room." She grabs his helpless human body up shoving him roughly into his recliner.

"Who- "

"It's always the same questions," Victoria cuts him off. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?" She smirks. "Tell daddy why I'm doing this will you, Isabella?" She's got me by my hair as her nose trails up and down my throat. "Tell him why it's going to be your fault he is going to lose his life tonight instead of you."

"He has nothing to do with this!" I cry out as she shoves her fingers into one of my wounds.

"Tell him, Isabella, or I'll drag out his death," she whispers in my ear just before she drags her hand up to her mouth, licking off my blood. "Hmm… so sweet, I wonder if daddy will taste just as good."

By this time, I think Charlie is in some type of shock as his face is white as a ghost and looking as if he's going to be sick. "E- Edward killed her mate a few months ago," I tell him crying. "He was going to kill me, so Edward killed him."

Victoria has come back around to Charlie and leans down to his neck. "You see vampires' mate for life and when you take one's mate away, the other must follow suit but Bella's mate thought it didn't need to happen so atlas, here we are."

"There's no such thing as vampires!" Charlie shouts, trying to stand up from the chair in rage.

"Then watch this," Victoria says sinisterly just before taking him and tossing him across the room and pouncing on top of him digging her teeth into his neck.

"Things get a little blurry after that," I say quietly twisting the blankets fabric between my fingers. "I'm not sure how I ended up outside in the driveway, but that's where Jake found me." A small amount of time passes before I look up to see the pained and angered faces of Peter and Jasper, both looking as if they could cry and if they were capable of it; they would have.

"So that's what you dream about," Peter says softly.

"Variations of it," I confirm, "sometimes though its not real. Sometimes it's even worse than reality. It's why I ran so far," I whisper. "Home wasn't a place that I could go, so what did it really matter if what I was doing was going to kill me in the end?"

I am scooped up into Jaspers arms where he tucks me in between Peter and himself securely, both hugging me so tight it is hard to breathe. I'm sobbing, clinging onto these two men as if they are my only lifeline. Time passes by and I can calm down enough to be able to hear the two of them whispering in each of my ears soothing words and hushes. A dose of foreign calmness and love wash over me slowly, allowing me to settle even more, relaxing into the hold of Jasper and Peter.

"There you go, darlin," Jasper whispers. "We've got you."

Sometime later I am shifted into our king-sized mattress with the blanket covering me to my shoulders. My eyes try to open, but I am shushed quietly, being told to get some rest. Sleep takes over once again however it doesn't last long until I am once more opening my eyes to be met with Jasper's bare chest with Peter nowhere to be seen. The moonlight is shining through just enough to give off the slight shimmer to Jasper's skin, it makes my stomach form butterflies.

"Out with it, darlin," Jasper whispers, opening his inhuman eyes to meet my own. There is a shift in my emotions for Jasper, knowing he can sense them, I proceed to allow everything I feel for him to come out of me and bombard him. He shifts so that I am positioned directly under him with my head on the pillows and his own body between my legs, holding up his body weight so he doesn't crush me. All positive emotions emit from me onto him, showing him my love, my need, my want… even my lust but I save that one for last as even I am still uncertain of myself. "Isabella," Jasper demands my attention as his voice left no room for nonsense, I look at him, my bottom lip between my teeth. "I'm going to make love to you right now," his voice is now thick with husk. "Unless you immediately object to my doing so, of course."

I let out a breath of air I hadn't known I was holding until now and right now with the familiar ache in the pit of my stomach, there is no way in hell I am about to pass this up. Jasper has his hands fisted in the pillow sheets on either side of my head, his eyes now as dark as the night sky as his head descends to the crook of my neck.

I can't help the embarrassing moan that slips through my lips as Jasper trails his tongue in slow patterns down my throat, placing nips and kisses every now and then. My hands tangle up in Jasper's t-shirt before yanking it up to get it off so while he leans up to take off his shirt, I lean up to begin my own assault on his torso with my mouth. Cold hands slip underneath my own shirt, so lifting my arms I allow it to slip off.

"You're gorgeous," he whispers before sliding his left hand between the valley of my exposed breasts, pushing me back down gently to recover me. "I've been waiting for you."

Swallowing thickly, I reply, "then take me."

And just like that he is tracking down my body slowly as he continues to lick, nip, and kiss me until he reaches the top of my shorts where his hands rub my legs slowly up and down. Lifting my hips up, I urge him to continue on his path, I need to feel him. Within a blink of an eye my shorts and underwear are torn from my body making me gasp.

A deep growl sounds from Jasper's chest as he inhales my scent down below. "I wonder if you taste as good as you smell, darlin."

"Find out," I pant heavily as I lock my eyes down to where he is now tearing off his own bottoms making me groan softly.

His mouth is on me now. The moan that I had thought was embarrassing earlier increases tenfold when his tongue flicks out for a taste. My hips jerk towards Jasper's mouth as my hands shoot down to keep him where I want him.

"So responsive, Mate," he purrs out. "You're dripping for me," his finger drags through my soaking wet folds eliciting another moan from me and a groan from him. His eyes flash up to my own as I suck in my bottom lip between my teeth. "You tell me if I hurt you, understood?"

"You won't," I inform him confidently. "Please, Jasper," I continue in a whisper. "I need you."

His fingers slip through my folds, one slowly enters me, pumping slowly and curling when all the ways seethed inside making me sigh contently. Jasper works my body to the brink until he finally gives me a release. Sweat is beading my forehead as Jasper crawls up my body, panting as if he just had his body worked over.

"The answer is yes," he murmurs, dipping his head and kissing me deeply. "You do taste even better than you smell."

I hook my leg up around his hip, forcing him down to where I want him to be which makes Jasper grunt softly. Chuckling softly Jasper kisses me again just before sliding into my heat making me gasp.

"Oh, Jasper!" I moan as a pillow then explodes from beside me. "More," I beg.

He gives it to me. Long, deep, and hard thrusts. Explicit words leave Jasper's mouth as we work together to reach our endings. Catching Jasper off guard, I flip us over so that I am on top straddling him. His hands hook onto my hips to help guide my movements as his mouth makes contact with my left breast. Rocking myself, he hits just the right spot making me gasp and do it again.

"Oh fuck." Jasper grunts. "Cum with me, Bella," his hand reaches down, rubbing circles on my bundle of nerves making me whimper and work harder.

Suddenly, we both come undone shouting one another's names. I can feel his cool seed shoot through me, it creates a whole other sensation that makes me need even more of him. We stay as we are for a few minutes until we both calm down. I lay my head on his chest when we lay down, my heart still trying to slow its speed down even more.

"I love you, Isabella Swan," Jasper states after moments of silence. "You don't have to say anything back, but I know you love me and Pete too."

The following couple of weeks pass by quickly with the boys seeming to be keeping something to themselves- which is completely fine except they shut up whenever I walk into a room. Hushed voices, secret phone calls, going out together- perfectly fine- abruptly at a drop of a pin. I'm getting frustrated because I know if I were to be doing the same- they wouldn't be as okay with it. Currently I am reading a book in the living room waiting for them to come back from their secret operation Don't tell Bella a thing or so help me as I've named it.

I don't have to wait for long as I hear them walking up the porch stairs, so I place my book down on the coffee table crossing my arms over my chest. They come in talking but abruptly stop when they see me.

"What's wrong, sug?" Peter flashes over to me, kneeling on the right side of the chair I reside in.

Jasper walks human speed over to us before taking one of my crossed arms in his hands and bringing my hand up to his mouth, kissing gently as he kneels beside Peter.

"It's because we've been secretive," Jasper answers.

Peter damn near vibrates with excitement in front of me. "Well, we can finally tell you, sug," he smiles brightly making me frown. "We're taking you back home, darlin," Jasper tells me softly which makes me advert my eyes towards him.

It takes a moment for me to process what he has said, taking me home...? "But I- I can't go home…"

"Well, it's not home exactly," Peter begins. "We will be staying in a hotel in Seattle, but we were able to come up with a compromise with the wolf pack- "

"Sam Uley is still alfa," Jasper takes over, "after talking to him and the elders and some bribery for Peter to be able to step foot over the treaty line. We leave tonight."

"But how- I mean," I stammer but can't get any coherent thought out of my mouth.

Peter picks back up, "Don't worry about it, sug. We've got you a few days to be back at Forks and the Reservation."

My heart is pounding in my chest. Home. I can go back home even just for a few days. I'm not sure who is more surprised when I launch myself out of the chair and into Peter's arms- me or him as he doesn't have time to brace himself for my attack. Landing on his back, his hand goes to the top of my head to stop it from hitting the coffee table I pushed the two of us into. I get to go home! Peter shifts us into a sitting position with me straddling his lap, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck in such a vice grip I am sure he'd pass out if he had needed to breathe.

"There are a few things you have to do in order to walk freely," I hear Jasper from behind us making me turn towards him. Releasing the hold I have on Peter; I fling myself towards Jasper who anticipated my movement by only a second or so as I had to shimmy and shift from Peter. He laughs softly in my ear as he positions me in the same position I was with Peter. "As I was saying," Jasper continues, "you'll have to wear a wig and a pair of contacts to change your appearance. You won't have to while we are on the reservation if we don't stray too far from the neighborhood."

"I don't care," I murmur happily. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Ya know," Peter says cheekily from behind us. "I always wondered what it would be like to be with a platinum blonde."

I can hear the smile in his voice as I slowly turn around to arch an eyebrow towards him while Jasper sighs heavily shaking his head. "You do realize Jasper and you are blondes, right?"

Peter rolls his eyes. "Yes," he tells me as if I am slow on catching on, "but Jasper is like a light honeycomb blonde where I am a dirty blonde, and you will be a white platinum blonde. There's a difference," he whispers the end.

I roll my own eyes at him. "When do we leave?"

It's around three in the morning when we land in Seattle, luckily the trip to the hotel isn't far from the airport as no sooner do I lay my head on the pillow in our room, I'm out like a light. Waking up in the morning, I am greeted with no other than the gloomy clouds that live in a near constant state here, accompanied by the drizzle of rain.

"Rise and shine lazy bones," Peter murmurs in my ear as he tucks a piece of hair away. "We have mutts to meet in a couple of hours." I perk up instantly making him chuckle lightly. "Come on, I'll help you get ready to turn into Isabelle Vanhooten."

"Ya'll couldn't come up with something better than Isabelle Vanhooten?" I ask flabbergasted.

Peter snorts but seems to keep whatever comment to himself as he lifts me up off the bed and has us stripped into the shower that I hadn't realized was running before. I'm submerged in the gloriously steaming hot water making me sigh contently as Peter shocks me by his sudden intrusion on my nether regions. One of my knees buckle to which Peter quickly shoots a hand to my hip, catching and holding me up as I let out a groan. His tongue is currently doing wonderful things while I try to keep my balance by holding onto not only the shower railing but his shoulder as well.

A small gasp escapes my lips as Peter plunges two of his fingers deep inside before curling them upwards. He trails his tongue to circle my sensitive nub before nipping it gently and repeating his movements knowing it'll get me to fall over the edge fast.

"Peter!" I moan out as his teeth pull my bottom lips through gently while still fucking me with his fingers. A couple more pumps finds me finally releasing myself into his mouth making him groan and bring me even closer. Peter doesn't let me come down even as he kisses up my stomach as his fingers keep working their magic and his thumb rubs gentle circles around my clit. By the time Peter is at my chest, another orgasm rips through me, causing my body to jerk against his hold as I cry out his name.

"That's it, sug, keep it coming," he groans softly as my body is then pressed against the shower wall with the water hitting the tile to warm it up.

I'm not sure where one orgasm begins and the other ends, all I know is I feel ten times lighter than I did yesterday and last night. Forcing Peter up, I cover his mouth with mine, tasting myself on him. Our tongues fight for dominance against the other but in the end, I let him take over as I can feel yet another orgasm ripple through me starting from my toes and heating up to my stomach. His fingers retract as this time he lets me come down from my high, gently massaging my hip where his hand held me up. When the need for oxygen becomes too much, I force myself to pull away panting.

Peter smirks. "Anymore tension left?"

I let out something between a laugh and a snort shaking my head. "Not that I mind, but what was that about?"

I'm shifted under the stream of water, cool lips gently kissing all over making me sigh contentedly. "You were so wound up in your sleep even Jasper couldn't get you to relax enough for a peaceful sleep. I just figured this would do the trick."

Shampoo is lathered into my hair, soft kisses getting placed randomly every so often. When I try to return the favor, I am quickly rejected and told it's only for me. As we make our way out of the shower to dry and dress in a fluffy white robe, Jasper comes walking back into the room holding a bag of food which makes my stomach rumble loudly.

"Biscuits and gravy with bacon and orange juice," Jasper announces as he places the bag down onto the desk before walking over to pull me into his arms, leaning down to kiss me. "Eat, then we'll be on our way. Sam will be expecting us at his house with his mate."

"Imprint," I automatically correct as I walk over to the desk of food, mouthwatering up at the smell. "Her name is Emily," I continue to supply.

"Damn," blows out Peter, "so they really do mark their property."

I narrow my eyes towards Peter. "Much like you two and any other vampire. And she's not property, she's a human; just like me, or did you forget?"

Peter has the sense of looking at the very least a tidbit ashamed of his comment. I know he didn't mean it but knowing what I know it upset me. Opening the container of food, I take a few bites before opting to be finished so I won't make myself sick. Jasper grabs the bag that has the platinum blonde wig in it before slapping Peter in the back of the head with it and holds his hand out to me.

"Ignore Peter, darlin," Jasper smiles softly kissing my temple. "He's an idiot with no brain to mouth filter at times. You ready to go?"

The rental car is dark tinted so there is no reason for the wig yet luckily. The drive is made in silence with my knee jumping up and down rapidly. By the time we hit the outskirts of Forks I feel like I could run faster than what Jasper could drive this damn car and judging by the looks he keeps giving me, I'm throwing him through a loop with my constant firing of emotions. I close my eyes as we near the street I used to live on. I can't see it yet. Love and comfort flood through my sensing which has me relaxing against the leather seat.

"It's safe now, darlin," Jasper tells me gently.

Safe. I want to snort. I don't. Home. Home is meant to be safe. It wasn't safe though, Edward made sure of that when he left me in those woods behind the house. I open my eyes and we are already getting close to Sam and Emily's house where I am ready to bounce out of the car.

"Don't stare at Emily," I say aloud- mostly to Peter to make sure he knows I haven't forgiven his comment. "Sam hates it if you stare."

We come to a stop in front of the medium sized house where I see Emily, Jacob, Sam, Quil, Embry, and Paul standing as I open the car door. Hoots shout off loudly as the door closes shut and everyone except for Sam and Emily come running off towards me. I can almost feel the tension rolling from Peter as it probably looks as if they are going to attack rather than-

Oof! I'm in the middle of everyone with overlapping greetings and hugs. Naturally my feelings begin to feel again, and my eyes tear up as I hug everyone. Jacob is last of course as he won't wanna let me go for a minute. I was right, he squeezes me to his overly tempered body and keeps me there until there is a tap on his shoulder and a throat clearing. I half expected it to be either Jasper or Peter but when I am released it is Emily who smiles brightly at me with a now pronounced pregnant belly.

"Oh! You're pregnant!" I exclaim excitedly for her and hug her, careful not to press against her belly. "Congratulations, how far along are you?"

Emily takes my hand and leads me into the house as I look to see where everyone else went when I see Peter and Jasper both talking to Sam and Jacob. The house smells amazing, not only of fresh muffins but it smells like the beginning of lasagna maybe.

"I'll be thirty weeks tomorrow," she tells me as she leads me to the couch. "It's a girl, I thought Sam was going to be disappointed, but he was so excited."

"I don't think Sam would care if you birthed a three headed dog named Fluffy as long as she was healthy," I tell her laughing. "Have you guys come up with a name?"

"Lillian. We haven't come up with a middle name yet though."

"I like Lillian," I smile. "I'm happy for you."

"Enough about me, catch me up with you," she arches an eyebrow. "Lay it on me, I miss my girl talk."

So, I tell her the truth, I tell her everything that has happened since I drove off in the middle of the night. I keep the details to a minimum when I know she won't push for more and tell her about how Peter had found me just when I was going to hit the very bottom. I tell her about Jasper and how I don't have to worry about Victoria coming for me anymore because of Peter. I lay it all out for her and by the end everyone else is barreling into the house hooting and hollering about being hungry. Emily wipes her eyes quickly before walking over to where Peter and Jasper have secluded themselves in the corner of the living room.

Peter is taken aback when the slender framed, scar faced, pregnant Emily pulls him into a tight hug, he's uncomfortable but he pats her back gently, nonetheless. Jasper is the next one who is then hugging Emily, rubbing her back softly in comfort and Peter comes walking over to the couch, pulling me into his lap.

"I'm sorry, sugar," he whispers in my ear as he tucks a strand of hair behind said ear.

"I know," I tell him honestly as I rest my forehead against his and wrapping my hand around the base of his neck where I tangle my fingers in his blonde hair.

"Ayo, Bells!" Quil shouts from the back porch. "Come out back, we've got a fire going!"

"Go on, sug," Peter encourages softly. "Have some fun with your friends."

Pecking him on the lips, I make my way out to the back where I am swooped up into a game of football. About a half hour later finds me shivering even though the guys are taking turns with the piggyback rides for the touchdowns. I opt to go back inside to warm up where I find Sam and Emily cuddling on the couch, but Jasper and Peter are nowhere to be seen.

"Don't worry, Bella," Sam says turning to look at me as I walk over to take over the chair. "Part of our deal was they teach our younger ones how to attack if they need to defend our land. They'll be back in an hour or so."

"Thank you," I say softly tangling my fingers together.

"You're our family, Bella. Even if I don't agree with who your imprints are- you're one of us regardless," Sam tells me which makes tears form behind my eyes. "There is something you should know," he shifts towards me and in turn I position my body towards him as well.

"What is it?" I ask worriedly.

Sam smiles. "Your imprints- "

"Mates," I correct him much like I had with Jasper.

"Right. Mates. Well anyways," he clears his throat. "I'm in the understanding that Jasper is no longer a Cullen so therefore he is no longer in the treaty we have with them. That being said, we came up with a treaty for you and yours."

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I follow completely," I say dumbly.

"Oh, just out with it would you Sam?" Emily blurts out with a smile.

Sam rolls his eyes at her excitement. "If you were wanting to have forever with them… well it wouldn't be the worst thing as long as they don't drain you. You guys can also come on our land with notice, so long as the town and our land are safe."

I'm speechless. I don't know what to say as I close the short distance between us to wrap my arms around the Alpha that has saved me once more. We haven't even had that talk yet, most as I haven't been ready yet. Having this blessing and the ability to come…

"Thank you," I cry happy tears.

Sam squeezes me gently before letting me go again. "No more crying, kid."

"Sorry," I mumble as I grab the tissue Emily offers to blow my nose.

"Come on," Emily says as she struggles to get up from the couch so Sam laughs while helping her up. "Shush it. Bella, mind helping me in the kitchen?"

While Emily and I are in the kitchen we work together to make a couple big bowls of side salad to go with the homemade lasagna. Setting the table with plates and forks with a roll of paper towels in the center, I hear the front door open and close. The pull I felt in my chest while they were away eases automatically making me look up and smile as I see them with my own two eyes.

"You might want to get your plate first, Bella," Emily reminds me. "These boys will have everything gone within a blink of an eye."

I heed my warning and grab a plate to begin placing a slice of lasagna on it along with some salad mix and ranch dressing before walking over to Peter and Jasper. They each place a kiss to my temple as I am guided to sit on the chair with the two of them on either side of me. Jacob joins us in the living room along with Emily who places a small pillow on the coffee table, fluffing it up slightly then swinging her feet onto the pillow.

"What have you been up to, Jake?" I question as we eat our dinner.

He looks like a deer caught in the headlights before swallowing down the forkful of salad. "Well, I figured it could be a surprise for tomorrow," he begins with excitement filling his voice. "Tanda should be here around noon tomorrow."

I smile brightly, excited for my long-time childhood friend. "Tanda huh? And uh, who exactly is Tanda?" I enjoy my little prodding and poking fun of Jacob as his face begins to flame up bright red.

"She's moving here from a different reservation with her brother," he informs me as he's unable to keep his goofy grin off his face. "I think you'll like her, Bells."

I laugh. "You can't even say it!"

From the dinner table Paul is the one who shouts, "He's too bashful to say his pickle got tickled before even getting her name! Let alone pay attention to the beginning of the shift."

Jacob throws his fork roughly from the couch all the way to where Paul is sitting however, he misses him by like half an inch. "Shut up about that would ya?"

Trying to hide my amusement, I look at Peter and Jasper who magically are very interested in a speck of dust with smirks on their faces. "Well at least you know her name now," I say when I am composed enough to speak.

Jacob rolls his eyes at me. "Sure, sure," he agrees with a grumble before standing up to go get another fork.

"Do you have the nursery set up?" I question Emily as she balances her plate on her pregnant stomach.

She frowns with a shake of the head. "No, we're trying to save up enough to get everything we need for it. We need to rework the electrical in both the nursery and our room then the flooring needs replacing along with a lot more," Emily explains making me feel bad that I even asked. It should be a happy time for the two of them, not a stressful time worrying about getting enough money to fix everything.

I'm then flooded slowly with mischief, love, and reassurance. I twitch but try not to react as to not tip off anybody else. Jacob comes back, plopping down with his plate of food before digging in again.

"So, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," Jacob muffles with a mouthful, "Tanda is my very own imprint."

"Good," I reply with a smile trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of the boys at the kitchen table making kissy faces in Jacob's direction. "You deserve to be happy." I tell him honestly.

There was a short while that Jacob had tried to get us to become more, it was soon after Edward and the family left me high and dry. I couldn't do it, not only because of my mental state but because I only seen him as a friend- a brother even. It just wouldn't have worked out.

On day two of our visit, we visit the beach which forces me into the platinum blonde wig with a pair of blue contacts that make my eyes itch. I can do it for a little while though if it means I can spend just a little bit more time with everyone. Emily stayed home, not wanting to slow everyone down from the fun so we make the walk without her when Jasper and Peter make themselves scarce. They wanted me to have time to enjoy our day without them interfering whatever that was meant to mean. I think it was just a way of sneaking away with Sam to distract Emily so they can finish the nursery.

"Okay guys," I say when we are in the car on the way back to the hotel. "What do you have planned for Emily?"

Peter chuckles. "What makes you think we have plans, sug?"

I gently flick his head as I know it won't affect him as much as me. "You're getting everything fixed up in the nursery, aren't you?"

"Sam asked for some help," Jasper confirms with a smile. "He was generous with allowing us to come onto their land so," he shrugs as he turns off the highway, "it's the least we can do."

"Emily is going to be so excited," I say with excitement myself. "Thank you."

Leaning up from the back seat of the car I kiss both of my mates' cheeks knowing it isn't easy for them to be around the wolves like me.

Luckily Quil and Embry start up a fire in one of the pits, so I go sit close to stay warm while everyone else starts goofing off. Jacob comes walking up to me with who must be his imprint as she is holding one of his hands while the other wraps around his waist. She's just a smidge taller than me with pin straight black hair down to her shoulders. They look like they fit together, and it makes me so happy that he found someone to spend his forever with.

"You must be, Bella," she says with a bright smile and perfect pearly white teeth. "I'm Tanda," she introduces herself while sitting down with a small gap between us.

"The one and only," I smile back. "Jake told me about you last night, though he wasn't clear on the whole meeting you thing," I laugh as her face heats up.

The day goes without incident, everyone talking and hanging out and we all eventually get up to play a childish game of tag. It's fun. Even with my platinum blonde hair that makes me want to fling it into the ocean. Around three I begin my walk back to Sam and Emily's to see what my two men are up to. As I am walking up the steps Sam is pulling up with Emily in the passenger seat while the front door opens with two smiling vampires. I must've gotten here just in time.

"Back just in time," Jasper confirms my suspicions, taking my hand. "Come in and get warm before you get sick."

Emily and Sam follow behind me with a couple of bags in hand before Emily takes the ones in Sam's hands as well and heads down the hall. A short few seconds later I hear a high-pitched squeal.

"Sam! Oh, Sam come here!" Emily shouts excitedly.

Sam shakes Jasper's and Peter's hands smiling before walking down the hallway to his wife. I smile and kiss the two of them.

"And Edward said you guys were soulless creatures," I say before going to inspect their handy work.

They did a great job; woodland creatures are spread around the bedroom walls with trees and flowers decorating it. There is a brand new crib with a changing table and closet full of diapers in all different sizes and wipes for baby Lillian. Emily is full blown crying when she walks out of the room and back to where Peter and Jasper are at bringing them into a hug and thanking them repeatedly.

"They patrol every two hours," Sam murmurs from beside me. "If you want to go see the house," he clarifies.

"Have you been since…?" I question softly.

"Once. Its… I'm not going to lie, it's not pretty still."

I nod, clearing my throat a little and wiping the loan tear that escaped. "Thanks, Sam," I look at him. "For everything… I wasn't worth the trouble I caused but- "

"I told you," Jasper pulls me into his arms gently, "you're worth it," he kisses me. I lean automatically into his embrace sighing. "We leave here at six, did you want to do anything else before we go?"

I shake my head. "No, I said goodbye to everyone else."

"We should get going then."

I nod before turning to give Sam a tight hug and my best wishes of good luck and when I go to Emily, I see she is still crying on Peter who looks increasingly uncomfortable. I can't help but smile.

"Oh, would you look at that, we're leaving!" Peter exclaims, holding Emily at arm's length making me laugh at him.

"I'm sorry, Peter, it's just the hormones," Emily hiccups.

I smile and pull Emily into a hug, telling her to send me a picture when the baby is born and to let me know what the middle name is when they figure it out. She promises she will. The three of us pile into the rental car and Jasper begins making his way over to small cemetery. Up until this point, I had been fine, or at the very least I had fooled myself into thinking I was fine. I let myself be consumed in everyone else around me and put to the side the real reason I was here. Peter crawls into the back and pulls me into his lap, situating me to straddle him and guides my head down onto his shoulder.

The car comes to a stop ten minutes later however, I make no motion to move just yet. I'm afraid. I hear Jasper get out of the car after a few minutes before the back door opens on our opposite side and he slides in beside me and Peter, closing the door behind him. There is a low rumble of Peter's chest that lets me know he is talking in a tone low enough I can't hear him to Jasper. I sit up looking at the two of the in question.

"Told you it would work," Jasper chuckles lightly.

I quirk an eyebrow. "What would work?" I inquire.

"Exactly what we just did, sug," Peter laughs before sobering up. "Come on, sugar, let's go see your dad. I'm sure he's dying for you to introduce your two handsome mates," he tries to joke. I laugh. For all of five seconds before it quickly turns to crying. Peter panics. "I'm sorry, sug, it's cuz he's the uglier mug ain't it?" I start laughing again.

"Stop it," I cry shoving his chest as Jasper pulls me away from Peter and onto his lap.

"Ignore Peter," Jasper murmurs kissing my temple. "We cleaned up the area and put some flowers out for you. I think there's some people from the police station stopping by to bring flowers every now and again. Folks on the Rez said there's a handful that come by here in their patrol cars."

I nod as I still try to muster up the courage to get out of the car. Sighing, I finally open the door up and quickly scramble out, but I am stuck facing the cemetery. Peter and Jasper follow me, both on either side of me holding my hands in support but I don't think I can do this with them with me. I think this part I need to do on my own. Not being able to say this out loud- in fear of hurting their feelings, I push my need out into the air for Jasper to feel, knowing he's gaging my emotions anyhow.

"How about we go take a walk, Pete?" Jasper says just seconds later which sends me a wave of relief.

Peter, however, looks as if he is going to argue to stay but a pointed look from Jasper does the trick and they both kiss my head before walking away to leave me on my own. Section ten, row eight. Section ten, row eight. My hands are shoved in my coat pockets to warm up a bit as I slowly make my way to Charlie. His headstone isn't massive, isn't small either by any means- I assume the police department covered the cost of it.

When I walk to the front of it, I realize exactly why it is the size that it is, and I let out a straggled cry. My hands shoot up to cover my mouth quickly as I read Here lies Isabella Marie Swan. Beloved daughter and friend, gone too soon but never forgotten. September 13, 1987 – January 16, 2006. Here lies Chief Charlie Swan. Beloved father and friend. Protected and served with his brothers in blue. January 19, 1964 - January 16, 2006.

"I'm so sorry, daddy," I whimper out quietly.

I let myself sit down, closing my eyes as I do so and just begin talking. I tell him everything that happened leading up to that god awful night. I tell him what happened after that night. I tell him everything I've done and what I've been through. I tell him about Peter and how he saved me that night and I tell him about Jasper, about how the three of us are together. I tell him my fears. I tell him everything. By the time I get done talking, I'm a mix of tears, sadness, and anger. This was all my fault.

"It wasn't your fault, Isabella," calls out Jasper making me jump at the sound of his voice.

"He's right, sug," Peter agrees, "it's Eddie boys' fault."

Leaves crunch as the two of them walk over and sit down next to me, overlapping their legs to center me in the middle of them. "It would be way too soon if I ever see him again," I aloud. "Fine," I sigh, "he can take partial credit. Had I have not met him I wouldn't have become a snack to some other demented vampire with a psycho for a mate."

"Edward knew the rules for ridding a mate, he downright refused to go after Victoria," Jasper says softly as he plays with a strand of my hair. "I had no say in the matter unfortunately, Carlisle's firstborn knew best," he scoffs.

I shake my head. "Glad it wasn't just me he disregarded then," I mutter under my breath.

"So, darlin, you feel better for the most part, but there is still something you need," Jasper comments.

"Name it and it's yours," Peter says while picking up my hand to plant soft kisses on it.

"I need to go see it," I whisper reluctantly.

Because they do patrols around the house every couple of hours, we drive outside of town to park the car and Jasper carries me back through the woods while Peter runs beside us. It's dark outside when we arrive back, Jasper makes sure I'm steady on my feet as Peter runs the perimeter.

"We're good, looks like everyone is out for the night too, so no neighbors to worry about," Peter say coming to a halt in front of us. "I broke open the back door by the way."

I nod. I can do this. I must do this. Home. It's what I've wanted for year's now and I'm here because of these two beside me. With it being close to dark out, Jasper and Peter thought it would be okay for me to forego the wig for this trip. I'm Isabella Marie Swan and I've finally come home. Squaring my shoulders, I take one step, then two, then three, four, five, six. I'm now inside. There is a picture hanging on the wall right when you walk in, it's of Charlie and me when I was about two years old. The frame is ruined, but the picture itself is not and I smile a little.

That's when the thought pops up into my head… the most insane thought I could've had at this moment. "Can you guys do me a favor?" I say softly as the door clicks closed.

"Of course," they answer simultaneously.

"Any and all pictures on the walls, room, attic… get them and shove them in a duffle bag. I'm going to get a few things from Charlie's room before I go into the main areas."

They don't question anything and set off through the house while I carefully begin to head towards the kitchen but avoid looking in as I set for the stairs. When I get to Charlie's room with the help of the flashlight on my phone, Peter is shuffling through some boxes. I go to the dresser to pull out a couple of sleep pants and a couple of his Forks PD t-shirts, bringing them up to inhale. It's faint, but I can still smell his detergent. Next, I grab his favorite bottle of cologne- it's one that I had gotten him for Christmas the year previous of moving to Forks. Peter takes the items from me gently, placing them in the duffle on the bed as Jasper walks in with another armful of pictures.

"I think that's it, darlin," he tells me. "Is there anything else you want? Anything from your room?"

I shake my head. "No, thank you for getting the pictures."

I swallow the lump in my throat but continue on with my plan and begin my torturous walk back down the stairs into the kitchen. The back door opens and closes quickly and looking behind me, I see it's just me and Jasper now.

"He went to the car," Jasper murmurs.

Continuing my inspections, I see where the blood had been attempted to get cleaned up but it just seemed to smear it. Splatter is literally everywhere from the ceiling, countertop, walls, cabinets, window blinds. I let out a slow deep breath. Walking slowly into the living room, the damage is worse with not only blood splatter and poor cleanup; but also with broken furniture and décor along with all the trophies Charlie had while growing up and medals he'd gotten while on the force.

This seals the deal for me as something in me snaps and my anger comes back ten-fold all the while flashback images speed past my eyesight. I barely hear Jasper talking- or is he shouting at me? I'm throwing everything I can get my hands on and when Jasper realizes his words aren't getting through to me, I begin feeling the onset of foreign calm trying to penetrate me. Somehow, I push it away, but I stop long enough to look at him where he stands just inches from me.

I'm panting as he closes the distance to pull me into his embrace but right now… I don't want that. "Tell me what's going through your mind then, Bella," he demands looking lost.

"I'm burning this house down," I tell him.

Momentary shock runs through his facial features before he slowly nods. "I can help you with that."

"What and leave me hanging guys?" Peter pipes up making me jump as I hadn't heard him come in. We both look at him in confusion. "Don't ask me, I just know shit," he rolls his eyes all the while holding a small can of what I assume to be gasoline in his hand.

I smile holding out my hand for the can before asking, "Can you make the stove leak gas as well?"

"You were an arsonist in your past life, I just know it," Peter says before walking into the kitchen.

I get to work on pouring the accelerator everywhere in the living room before making my way into the kitchen to find Peter finished. Jasper pulls out his Zippo except I shake my head and grab the lighter that sits just behind the cookie jar on the counter. He shouldn't have to waste his favorite lighter for me.

"We won't have much time between you lighting that and an explosion," Jasper warns.

"Guess it's a good thing I'm mated to two very fast vampires," I reply.

The three of us group together where I take one last look around before flicking the lighter and tossing it, watching it long enough for the flames to shoot up and begin quickly spreading. Jasper was right because just as they get me to the woods, deep enough to see the house on fire, but not close enough to be seen, the windows explode out which sets off a couple of car alarms.

I'm free.

"Let's go home," I tell my mates.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did! Home is something I've been having trouble finding here lately and this was just some of my outlet on it. I'm glad Bella and Jasper both found their home.

Until the next story!

-bellaculen166