It had been a few days since the duo's pyro showdown. Which was really just Bella trying to murder Peter and yelling at him.

The days had been filled with comfortable silence and a few gentle affectionate touches. Most of which were given to Bella by Peter. Bella, however, was the one setting up the opportunities to be touched by Peter the people eater. She'd find herself subconsciously loitering close to the vampire. He'd be looking over something in his study, and she'd be looking over the books on the surrounding shelves, his arms finding their way around her waist and pulling her into embraces that she could only describe as safe and warm.

Or in some cases, they'd be relaxing in the living room, Peter watching something mindless on TV like Big Brother, or Survivor, Bella reading a book and she'd slowly inch herself closer until their sides were pressed against each other. She'd also been making it a habit for them to share the bed when she slept. Her sleep schedule she found was slowly derailing itself. Which is fair when you're a human who spends all their time with a creature of the night.

Tragically for our duo, Bella is an over thinker, and a snooper. She was snooping through his photo albums while he was out eating people, at least that's what she assumed he was out doing.

There was a slender album, brown, old and leather. The antique look is what caught her attention, when she opened it, she found it was full of pictures of Peter the people eater and a certain Cullen. Her fingers trembled as she looked down at the empath who had attempted to take a bite out of her for her 18th birthday.

Of course Bella never blamed Jasper, he was a vampire, and empathetic vampire at that. Who was in a room with six other vampires when she got that fucking paper cut in the first place. Not to mention that she was Edwards' singer. The amount of bloodlust he must have felt from the mind reader alone was enough to set off any vampire.

Unfortunately if Peter was close to Jasper, that meant he was close to the other Cullens which meant Bella's time with Peter had run out. The thought of even leaving him made her chest ache, and she rubbed it mindlessly while she sat in the middle of the floor surrounded by photo albums, leafing through the one that seemed full of Jasper.

This was how Peter found Bella.

Staring at photos of him and his sire, rubbing her chest while sitting in the middle of the floor.

"You okay, little one?" He spoke softly before he crouched down next to her, his elbows resting on his knees.

"How do you know him?" She pointed to Jasper, not taking her eyes from the picture. He thought her voice sounded smaller than usual.

"The Major?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. "He's my sire, my brother at one point in time."

Bella scoffed before standing in one fluid motion. Abandoning the mess she made she left for the bedroom. Of course her vampire–

No. He could never be my vampire with connections to the Cullens. She chastised herself.

She felt betrayed by Peter even if she hadn't given him a chance to explain his past let alone explain his connection. Or what he meant by 'One point in time'. Unfortunately Bella, having the emotional IQ of a stick, and the stubbornness of a mule, began throwing everything she took out of her bag back into it.

She was already out the door by the time Peter had managed to collect his thoughts. He had fallen into a sense of false security. He had every intention of having this conversation with his psychotic little human but obviously her curiosity got the better of her. He shouldn't have been surprised that she would use this as an excuse to run. And the thought of letting her had crossed his mind. Only to just teach her a lesson on the pain that comes with the pull but he wouldn't bring that pain to her. She had obviously been through enough.

Peter had already materialized in the passenger seat of her truck, when she got in.

"Where are we goin', little bit?" Peter asked in a soft voice, as if talking to a frightened animal.

"Get out," was all Bella responded with.

"I told you, you're stuck with me." Peter crossed his arms over his chest.

Bella pulled out of the driveway and headed west. She'd ignore Peter, she was good at that.

She drove for an hour or two before Peter decided he was bored of the silence and flipped the radio on. Bella was unamused. She flicked it off, which by proxy caused Peter to flick it back on. She felt her eye twitch before flicking off for a second time. Peter could feel the smile tugging at his lips as he flipped it back on. Bella let a hiss escape through her teeth as she reached under the bench seat and pulled out one of Charlie's old butterfly knives and shoved it into the CD player before twisting the blade and yanking the entire radio out.

Peter watched, flabbergasted, as his unhinged human, murdered her expensive radio in her rust bucket of a truck. His mouth was hanging open, staring at her as if she had lost her last marble.

"You're gonna catch flies" Bella said as she pulled over at a gas station, liquor store and tattoo parlor, in one strip mall.

She reached back under her seat, pulling out a couple hundred dollars from an envelope before going into the gas station. Leaving Peter alone into the truck with his mouth still hanging open. He was honestly mildly disturbed, he carefully picked up the radio and pried the knife out. It was an older radio at this point, probably 8 years old, maybe top of the line at the time. It didn't belong in this truck, nor did it match Bellas preference frugality.

He was ripped from his musings when Bella returned with snacks she unceremoniously dropped into the seat between them before pumping her gas. Peter wanted to talk to her but knew it was best if he kept his mouth shut, obviously she didn't want to talk about his brother. Or the reason she knew them even if Peter already had a hunch. He wanted to rip those bunny munchers apart for abandoning his mate. Even if Peter didn't have the full story, he had enough to know they abandoned her with a vengeful vampire after her, and his brother and sire knew better than to leave a mate alive.

He glanced over at his human when she got back into the truck, expecting her to pull out of the strip mall, she did the opposite. Pulling into the parking spot in front of the tattoo shop. He watched her down a gas station hotdog and a bottle of water before getting out of the truck once again. She still hasn't acknowledged him except for the two sentences and murdering her radio.

He watched once again flabbergasted as she disappeared into the tattoo parlor.

"What the absolute fuck.." he muttered to himself.