I'm taking a stab at a Peter/Bella fic because I find him so loveable-even more so than Jasper, in a way. I hope you enjoy it and I'd love to hear what you think.

Like my other story, this story will feature twists, turns, swearing, sex, lots of hijinx, and copious amounts of drinking-oh, and Walmart-lots and lots of Walmart.

My first priority will be Life Happens, So Just Roll With It. That being said, I will do my best to update this story weekly.

This story is extremely AU/OOC and over the top.

All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. No copyright infringement intended. I do not own Walmart either, however, I am in possession of a few plastic shopping bags that feature the Walmart name and logo on them.

Mature readers 18+ only.

Peter's POV

Wonderful, just wonderful! I was pulled over and given a ticket because the turn signal light on my truck was blown. Normally, I'd just go to the auto parts store to grab one and throw it in, but no, just as I was about to go in my gift decided to percolate and tell me that I would find what I'm looking for at Walmart. So here I am, in the middle of a Walmart parking lot in Montoursville, Pennsylvania installing a turn signal light at 10pm on a sultry summer evening. My Dodge Ram was parked in between a Toyota Sequoia and a beat up Mercury Sable with bird shit on it's windshield. Suddenly, I was hit with the most mouthwatering scent that I'd ever encountered in my existence as a vampire.

A pretty gal strode up to the Sable with a shopping cart, opened the trunk, and started loading her purchases inside. She rifled through one of the shopping bags and grabbed a pair of windshield wiper blades and some washer fluid, then shut the trunk. She, then, walked up to the front of her vehicle and opened up one of the wiper blade packages. She started reading the instructions on the back of the package. In the meantime, my gift was going into overdrive and it kept telling me, "Help her, fuck her, then change her; she's your mate, Fucker!"

Well, that was pretty rude of my gift calling me a fucker. My gift exists because I exist. Shouldn't it call me the 'exalted one' instead of 'fucker'? I'm a pretty decent dude. Wait a minute, did my gift just tell me that the girl with the Sable is my mate?

"Hey, Gift, are you sure she's my mate?" I asked the depths of my brain.

"Gift? Can't you give me a better name than that? I, at least, had the decency to name you Fucker." Gift replied back.

"Okay, then, Brewmaster, are you sure she's my mate?"

"Brewmaster? Fucker, do I seem like I work at Starbucks?" Gift snapped back.

"Actually, they're called Baristas at Starbucks. Why the fuck am I arguing with you? It's either Brewmaster or Gift, which is it?"

"I'll take Brewmaster, Gift seems so generic and yes she's your mate. Take a look at that spankin' body. She puts your ex that ran off with that piano playing, virgin, veggie vamp to shame. Her tits aren't over the top and huge like Char's either. They're just the right size for you to suck on all night long." Brewmaster said.

I scanned my mate's body and Brewmaster was right. It was fuck hot. She had curves in all the right places and those white denim shorts made her legs appear as if they were endless. Then, there was her ass, I planned on spanking it over and over again. When she leaned over to try to work on trying to remove one of the wiper blades, her tank top rose up and I could see the top of her hot pink thong.

Brewmaster interrupted my eye-fucking session. "Fucker! What are you waiting for? You have three jobs tonight and each one is fairly simple. I'm gonna spell them out for you since you seem to need them broken down, you dumb fuck. You help her change the wiper blades, take her back to your place so you can fuck her, then you sink your teeth into that delicious looking artery pulsating in her neck and change her. It's easy as one, two, three. Now, take this opportunity to help her put in new wiper blades, she's completely clueless—she's singlehandedly dismantling the entire blade."

"How's it going? Can I give you a hand." I offered.

"Um, sure." She said without turning to face me. "I think I've got this one, maybe you can work on the other one."

She handed the second wiper blade to me with her left hand. That's when I caught sight of her wrist. That bite didn't come from no human or animal, that bite came from a vampire. My instincts took over, then. How the hell did my mate survive such an attack? I grabbed her wrist, she gasped at my touch. I felt electricity churning through my veins. I'm pretty sure she did too.

She dropped the wiper blade and turned to look at me with the prettiest eyes I'd ever seen. She scanned me from head to toe, then back up to my face again.

"Are you gonna tell me how you got that bite there, pretty lady?" I asked.

She didn't say a word, just continued staring at me. "Now, sugar, how the hell am I supposed to protect you if you don't tell me how you got that bite?" I questioned.

"From your kind." She whispered.

"And now what exactly is my kind?"

She took a deep breath before speaking. "Vampire."

"I'm not gonna hurt ya, baby."

"Your kind always does." She said.

"No, not me. I can't hurt you without hurting myself." I replied.

The electricity was out of control by now. "Who are you?"



"Aren't you gonna tell me who you are? That's usually how it works, isn't it? I introduce myself, then you introduce yourself."

"Bella." She said.

"The name suits you, you are beautiful." I said. "Now let me get back to changing your wiper blades for you."

In less than a minute, I had both wiper blades in. "Pop that hood open. I'll put the washer fluid in for ya."

She did what I asked. I poured in the liquid and closed the hood. "Um, thank you, Peter." She said.

"You're welcome." I replied.

She hopped into the driver's seat and started her engine or at least tried to. The damn thing wouldn't turn.

"Damn it. Not here, not now!" I heard her mutter. She pulled out her cell phone. It was out of power. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Oh, my mate has a dirty, little mouth. Hehe. I like that. I knocked on her window. She opened her door. "Car trouble?" I asked.

"Um, yeah, it won't start." She said.

"I could take a look at it at my house tomorrow. I live about twenty-five minutes up that hill over in Hillsgrove." I smiled at her, hoping it would ease her conscience.

She scanned the now deserted parking lot. "I guess I don't really have much of a choice, do I? You're not going to drain me, are you?"

"No on both counts." I said.

She grabbed her purse and a large duffle bag from the trunk of her car, then she asked something funny. "Do you have a refrigerator at your house?"

"Uh, yeah. I need to keep up appearances."

"Good." She said and grabbed a case of water from the trunk of her car. "I like my water chilled. Can you stop at the Wendy's drive-thru right there? I'm hungry. You're not gonna tell me that fast food is unhealthy are ya?"

"No, why the fuck would I tell you that?" I asked.

"No reason." She said. I pulled up to the drive-thru and she leaned over me from the passenger side and placed her order—her glorious ass was staring at me right in my face and I felt like giving it a good squeeze and a spank.

"Not yet, fucker." Brewmaster chastised in my mind.

I pulled up to the window to grab her food, she handed me a twenty so I could pay for it. She didn't have to do that, I have a fuckton of cash in the bank, but, hey, I didn't want to appear too forward. I parked the car so she could eat. I don't remember much about my human life, but I do know that it's better to be stationary when you eat. After she finished eating, she threw her trash out and we were on the way to my house. Now, how the fuck am I supposed to get her into my bed?

I drove north up Route 87 and parked in my driveway. My house was located in a secluded, woodsy area of Hillsgrove. There was a creek running in the back and I could hear the soothing water flow. I grabbed the case of water and Bella's duffle bag and invited her into my house. She scanned the outside, then the inside before she stepped in.

"Your house is big. Do you live here alone or do you have a mate?" She asked. She clearly knew a lot about vampires. I led her to the dining table to sit down. I pulled up a chair across from her.

"I used to have a wife, but she ran off with a piano playing, virgin, veggie vamp who happened to be her mate. I suppose he's no longer a virgin seeing as they got married three years ago. You know they had the nerve to send me a wedding invitation. Some grand affair put on by a hyperactive, manipulative elf. Sorry about my verbal diarrhea." I added at the end.

Bella stared at me quizzically with her chin in her hands and her elbows on the table. "So, what you're saying is that your wife ran off with Edward Cullen who finally got his cherry popped after a lavish over-the-top wedding put together by Alice Bitch Cullen. They had the gall to invite you because they were hard-up on guests considering that no one wants to be friends with their fake asses."

My eyes gaped before I collected myself again. "Yeah, so, I see you know the Cullens too." I said, nonchalantly.

"Not by choice." Bella said.

"So, since we're being honest with each other, would you mind telling me how you survived a bite from a vampire?" I asked.

"Eh, why not. You got any whiskey?" Bella asked. Ooh. My mate likes whiskey. Definitely my kind of woman. Char liked gin. Who the fuck drinks gin?

I grabbed a gallon bottle of Jack Daniels and poured it into a tall glass for her. "Whoa there. Slow down. I'll get alcohol poisoning if I drink that much."

Oh, yeah. Human's can't drink as much as we can. I took the glass for myself, grabbed another glass and poured whiskey in it until it was half full.

"It's still too much, but it'll do. You can finish it for me, right?" She asked.

"No problem, pretty lady. Now tell me your story."

"This all started eight and a half years ago, mind you. I was living with my father and attending Forks High School in Washington. I met Edward there. He and I started dating and like a young, naïve idiot, I worshipped the ground he walked on. I was only seventeen at the time. A couple of months later, he and his fucked-up family were playing baseball when we were approached by three nomads: Laurent, James, and Victoria. James was a tracker and when Edward moved to protect me, he saw it as a challenge and decided to pursue me. Alice and Jasper—that's the pixie's depressed mate, drove me to Phoenix, but James had caught up with us, by then. He called me on my cell phone and told me he had my mother so I escaped the two Armani clad assholes and ran to save my mother. It turned out to be a trap, of course, and to make a long story short, James bit me, Edward sucked out the venom, and James was killed."

"Why did he suck out the venom?" I asked.

"Oh, something about wanting to keep me human, blah, blah, blah, yada, yada, yada, and all that bullshit." She said.

"So, what happened to the other two nomads? I'm assuming they were killed too?"

Bella drank about half of the whiskey in her glass before speaking. "Now, we're getting to the deep stuff. At my eighteenth birthday party, I opened a present and Emo Vamp Jasper tried to take a bite out of me. Everyone was able to stop him, but the damage was done. Edward broke up with me in the middle of the forest. He told me how he wanted to keep me human, how he never really loved me, and how my mind was like a sieve and I'd forget about him. He abandoned me there, I tried to follow him, but I couldn't. He was too fast for me. Anyway, I went through a bout of severe depression for a few months until I decided to live again. I took a hike through the forest one day when I ran into one of the nomads, Laurent. He tried to eat me, but was killed by a bunch of shapeshifters."

She paused to take another swig of whiskey. There was only a drop left so I poured another half glass for her. She should have just taken the tall glass that I gave her to begin with.

"Wait a minute? Did you say shapeshifters?" I asked, just realizing what she had said.

"Yeah, the pack from the reservation in La Push. They morph into giant wolves designed to kill vampires. Anyway, they saved me just as the shithead was gonna drain me. In the meantime, I found out that Victoria had a vendetta against me. Apparently, she was James' mate."

I interrupted her. "Are you fucking telling me that the Cullens left you alone to fend for yourself after bringing you into our world?"

"Pretty much. I haven't seen nor heard from them in eight years."

"So, what happened to Victoria?" I asked.

"Oh, she's living with Riley and Bree in Seattle. Turns out that James had lied to her all along about Vicky being his mate."

"You're in touch with this Victoria?" I questioned.

"Oh, yeah, she's my best friend. I wish we lived closer, but you gotta go where the work takes you." She said.

"Exactly how many vampires are you in touch with?" I was curious, this girl was an enigma.

"Just three—only Vicky, Riley, and Bree. Well, four, now that I know you, I suppose."

"I need a cigarette, you want one?" I offered, holding out my pack of Marlboro's.

"I have my own. I don't like Marlboro's. I prefer Camel Lights. Let's sit out on your front porch and smoke. I don't like the smell of smoke in the house." She suggested.

I really like this girl. She was just like me. I never smoked inside the house either. My vampire senses were way too sensitive for the smoke. She stood up and stumbled a bit. "I think I might have had a bit too much Jack. He and I are good buddies, but he can spank me like no other if I have too much of him."

We lit up our smokes and sat outside and relaxed a bit. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. "So, what brings you to Pennsylvania of all places? It's a long way from Washington."

"Actually, I'm on my way back from a job interview in Philadelphia. I was working as a school teacher in Akron, Ohio until June. I was laid off because of budget cuts."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I said.

"It's okay, I didn't like the superintendent anyway. He was a real miser." She said.

I was about to say something when Brewmaster interrupted me. "Kiss her—right the fuck now. Look at the way she's eye-fucking you, man. She wants you in her panties. Kiss her, take her to your bedroom, have your way with her, then change her. Do you understand me, fucker?"

I looked at Bella and she was staring straight at my chest. I put my cigarette out, pulled her into my arms and kissed her. Shit, I can't get enough of this electricity. "Mmm..." She moaned.

I decided to do exactly as Brewmaster said because he's never steered me wrong before. I carried her to my bedroom and started making out with her. Bella was kissing me back without abandon. In no time at all we were both laying naked on my bed.

"Screw foreplay, just fuck me now, Peter." Bella ordered. I plunged into Bella's glistening pussy and started fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Oh God, she's so tight and warm. Not all loose like Char was. I bet ol' Eddie boy just fell in and got his little dick lost in my ex-wife's pussy. Does he even have a dick?

I pounded away at Bella's pussy until she was crying out in ecstasy. I felt her walls clench down like a vise grip around my cock. Three more thrusts and I was there. I inhaled Bella's sweet scent, screamed "mine," and sunk my teeth straight into that throbbing pulse point in her neck. I drank a little of her sweet nectar then pumped her full of my venom—hitting all her major arteries, then waited for the screaming to begin.

Okay, you can start screaming now, baby. Come on. Cry, move, do something. Did I fuck this up? Did I kill my own mate?

"She ain't gonna scream." Brewmaster said. "Your mate's really weird. She's in pain, but she's holding it all in. You'll see her in exactly 72 hours from now. For now, just talk to her. Oh, and you'd better go grab her car from Walmart. You don't need a search party to come knocking on your door."

"Bella, baby, I'll be right back. I'm gonna go see what I can do about your car, okay?"

I grabbed Bella's keys and a few tools, threw them into a backpack, and ran to Walmart. I think it's so fucked up how it takes me five minutes to get to Walmart at vampire speed and twenty-five minutes by driving. I put the key in the ignition and turned it. The car fired up right away. Huh? I guess I'll just drive it home, then. My guess is that she has a faulty starter that's about to kick the bucket. I can fix it for her if she wants to keep this car. I really hope not. She can have my other truck. Still, it might be fun to work on this jallopy.

I walked into my bedroom and Bella was still silently changing. I laid down next to her and held her naked body to me. She was absolutely the most stunning woman that I had ever laid eyes on. None of the Cullen bitches could hold a candle to her.

I thought about what she had told me about her interactions with the Cullens. I was pissed beyond belief that they left her to fend for herself. The fuckers were so humanized that they've lost touch with the reality of our world. The fucker that I was most pissed off at was Jasper. He, of all people, should have known better than to leave Bella alone. I guarantee that he was swayed by his twitchy, little wife. The Jasper I knew would never have left Bella human and alone. He wasn't himself anymore, though. He was brainwashed by the Cullen dogma of living life as a human even though you're a vampire. Ugh. When I thought about it, there was not one Cullen that I liked.

I decided to go through Bella's purse. What a fucked up driver's license picture! "Hey, baby, were you like hungover or something when you got your license photo taken cause you look like shit in it." I chuckled. I looked over her license. Her name was Isabella Marie Swan. She was twenty-six years old and, judging from the address, she lived in an apartment in Akron, Ohio. I'm gonna assume she lives by herself because she was carrying around an unpaid light bill and cable bill. I'll just take care of those for her. There was also a credit card bill—no huge balance really. I'll handle that too.

Now, what to do about her apartment? Akron's only a four and a half hour ride from here driving at human speed. I need to feed anyway. "Hey, Brewmaster, do you think I can take Bella along with me to Akron to clear her apartment out before she wakes up?" I asked my gift.

"Yeah, she'll be fine. Listen to country music on the drive down. It relaxes her." Brewmaster suggested.

I threw Bella into a pair of pajama pants that I found inside her duffle bag and put one of my button down shirts on her. "I really don't want to cover up those glorious tits of yours, but we're gonna be out in public now, baby. Those titties are meant for my eyes only."

I carried her out to my truck and buckled her in. Before I left, I grabbed a whole mess of boxes from the basement that I kept from when I first moved here. I floored the gas pedal all the way there and got there in three hours just before sun-up. I walked into her apartment carrying Bella bridal style. She lived in a studio apartment. I laid her down on the sofa and started gathering her belongings together in the boxes that I brought from home.

Bella was really tidy. She kept everything organized and together. I got to the bathroom and noticed the box of tampons. I think we'll just leave those here. She won't need those anymore. I threw everything else inside. Oops! Don't need those either. My baby ain't gonna be using condoms in the foreseeable future either—well, maybe we can use these ribbed ones. Within an hour, I had her whole apartment packed up.

It was sunny out so I couldn't really go anywhere. I decided to hook the cable and TV back up and watch. Fifteen hours later, at close to nine pm, the sun finally went down. "Baby, I need to go feed. You'll be okay here. I'll be right back." I said.

Twenty minutes after I left, I found a girl being beaten and raped by two guys. Fortunately, she had completely blacked out. I snapped both rapist's necks and drained them both. I threw them in the big rubbish bin and set it alight. I moved the girl to a safe place where she would be found and left the scene.

I got back to Bella's apartment, loaded up my truck with her belongings, and left with my baby strapped safely in the passenger seat. We made it back to my place by three am. Less than two days left until my mate wakes up.

In the morning, I went through her paperwork and found her lease. She only had two months left until she was due to renew it. It looked like she had paid first month's rent and last month's rent as a security deposit when she first moved in. I wrote a check for one month and fired off a letter telling them to use the last month's rent she had paid as a security deposit, threw the key in, and gave them notice that she was canceling the lease. I'd have to go to the post office later to mail it.

The next thing I did was call the cable and electric companies to cancel those services. I gave them my credit card number to pay those bills off. Let's see, what else does she have. Just a credit card bill with a balance of 327 dollars and a student loan bill for twenty-three thousand dollars. I fired off checks for both of those—best not to leave things hanging. She's my mate and I fully intended to care for her every need.

I ran to the post office and mailed everything. While I was there, I filled out a change of address card so all of her mail would be forwarded to my address.

I went back home to lay down alongside my mate. A day and a half later, her heart thumped out it's last beat and her gorgeous crimson eyes met mine. "You just couldn't control yourself, could ya?" She asked.

"That's it? That's all you're going to say to me? How about something like 'Peter, what am I?' or 'Peter, thanks for the best damn sexual experience of my life.'?"

"Now, why the fuck would I say those things? I don't like to tell lies Peter. First of all, I know that I'm a vampire now. Why else would I be knocked out for three fucking days in excruciating pain unable to wake up? Second, if you think you were the best damn sexual experience of my life then you're clearly delusional." She didn't miss a beat, my mate. She was quick.

"Wait a minute! Who the hell did you fuck that was better than me?" I asked.

"You aren't the only supernatural being I've fucked you know. I've fucked a shapeshifter before. He was good, really good. He took his time and made sure I was completely satisfied before fucking me." She said.

"You're the one that told me to screw foreplay and just fuck you!" I argued.

"I know that. I was drunk, horny, and needed to be fucked. I'd been on a bit of a dry spell there." She replied.

What the fuck is my mate? She's less than five minutes old and she's having a perfectly controlled conversation with me. I was sitting there contemplating whether I should take her to feed or fuck her when she attacked my mouth with those gorgeous lips of hers. Fuck it. Sex now, feed later. I need to prove myself. I refuse to be bested by a fucking shape-shifter.

Twenty-two hours later...

"Peterrrr!" Bella screamed as she reached her peak. I sunk my teeth into her neck and marked her. No one and I mean no one is to touch my mate. She is mine and mine alone.

"Shouldn't we talk about the fact that we're mates?" Bella asked.

"Probably, how did you know that we were mates?" This woman confounded me. She knew so much about our world.

"Vicky. She explained how she figured out that Riley and Bree were mates and that James actually wasn't hers. Riley felt electricity and a sudden urge to bite Bree. James never marked Vicky, you see. She also said that I was never Edward Cullen's mate because there's no way in hell he could have left me behind. Anyway, that kind of cancelled out Vicky's vendetta against me. There really was no mate for a mate thing going on and James was just psycho."

"Smart woman. So, when do I get to meet this Vicky person?" I asked.

"Oh, she runs down with Riley and Bree ,every now and then, when they can get time off from work. Speaking of which, what do you do for work?"

"Well, as far as a job is concerned I restore cars for profit and fun, but really, I'm independently wealthy."

"How did you become independently wealthy?" She asked.

"Call it profit sharing, if you will." There was no better time than now so I told her about my past history with Maria and the Major. "So, basically, whatever assets we accumulated whenever we took over territory became ours. We split it three ways, Maria took 40%, the Major received 35%, and I got 25%. It added up after five years. After I left, I invested my assets wisely and accumulated my wealth. Unlike the Major, I didn't have a spendaholic for a wife. She pretty much ran through all his money."

"Wait a minute, is Jasper the Major?" She must have put two and two together.

"That, he is." I replied.

"He's a fucking wuss. No fucking way!" She started giggling. So did I. Ever since he joined the veggie vamp clan, his balls disintegrated like the rest of them.

"I'm pretty sure the men in that family are all hermaphrodites." I stated. "The only one with a set of balls would be the blond bitch married to the big lug."

"You're talking about Rosabitch. I like Emmy Bear, though. He's the only nice one in the family. You're right, though. The rest of them are all androgynous."

"God, I love you." I blurted out and plunged my cock straight in to her pussy. Just one more time and I'll take her to feed.

An hour later, we were both fully sated, sexually, at least, and we had run to Pittsburgh for a meal. I had asked her earlier if she wanted to feed on humans or animals. I thought I should offer her the choice. She chose humans stating that she'd like to stay a woman and not venture on the side of androgyny like the Cullens. "Besides, Vicky said that part of the reason why that coven has such uncontrolled bloodlust is because they feed off of animals so they're never fully satisfied."

"I really need to meet this Vicky woman." I said.

"Oh, you will. Like I said, she's my best friend. She'll be by to visit. I have to call her later anyway."

"Okay, so Bella. I don't like to feed off of just anyone. I only feed off of hard criminals and the terminally ill. Living where we do, we're fortunate enough to have a lot of big cities within running distance. Push comes to shove we can always run to New York City. It's only an hour and a half run from our place." I said.

"Oh, goody. My daddy will be happy. He's a staunch supporter of the death penalty for violent criminals." She stated. "Speaking of whom, I'll have to call him too."

"Um, no Bella, you can't call your daddy." I said.

"Yes I can. My daddy is married to one of the tribal leaders on the La Push reservation where all the shapeshifters are. He knows all about vampires." She replied. "He even knows Vicky, Riley, and Bree."

"Uh, right, I guess you can call your daddy, then."

Shit, I've never had to deal with a daddy before. Well, I had to when I was human, but never as a vampire. What do I say to him? I thought in my mind. "Um, excuse me sir, but I fucked your daughter and changed her into a vampire, then when she woke up I fucked her for almost twenty-four hours straight and claimed her over and over again. By the way, I'm still a respectable kind of dude, sir."

We found a woman being gang raped and I showed Bella what to do. She was a natural. A bit of a messy eater, but that was to be expected. We ran home after that, showered, then Bella made her calls.

The first call was to her daddy—who was, oddly, very understanding. He insisted that he speak to me.

"Hello, Sir." I said.

"Now I know that I can't prevent my little girl from being a vampire considering that you already changed her. I expect you to treat her with the utmost respect and I want to see her twice yearly for visits after her bloodlust is under control. If she tells me that you've harmed her or disrespected her in any way, I'll send the fucking wolves or her vampire friends in Seattle after you. Do you understand me, boy?"

"Yes, sir. I'll always treat her with respect, sir." I patted my balls to make sure they were still there after my dress down from Bella's father.

"Good, you can call me Charlie, Peter."

Thank you, sir...um...Charlie, sir." I said, before handing the phone back to Bella.

Bella's second call was to her friend Victoria.

"Hey, Vicky, how's it hanging?" She asked.

"Hang on a second, Bells. Let me just finish torching this prick and I'm all yours." We heard a big thump and the sound of a fire being set. She casually came back on the line. "So, what's up?"

"I have news." Bella said.

"Who did ya fuck?" Vicky asked.

"Peter." Bella replied.

"Peter who?"

"I don't know, let me ask him." Bella turned to me. "What's your last name, Peter?"

"Whitlock." I informed her.

"Did you hear that?"

"Whitlock, Whitlock, that name sounds familiar. So was he a good lay?"

"Eh, so-so." Bella replied.

"So-so? Woman, what are you talking about? I just spent almost twenty-four hours fucking you into submission and claiming you."

"What the hell does he mean when he says he fucked you into submission and claimed you, Bella? Put the little fucker on the phone, now!" Vicky yelled.

"Hello?" I said. "Is this Vicky? I've heard so much about you."

"Listen mister, I have no idea who you are, but if you're one of those freaky ass men who's into whips and chains and shit, you have another thing coming. None of that over the top kinky shit for my friend. Bella is very important to me and if there's one mark on her I swear to God that I will come down from Seattle and beat the living shit out of you. Trust me, when I say that I'm not just a mere woman. Now, put my friend back on the phone!" She ordered.

"Don't worry about Peter, Vicky. He's a cream puff. He can never hurt me." Bella assured.

"I don't like all that talk about submissiveness and claiming Bella. Sounds a little too kinky for human sex. Anyway, I'm glad you called. Riley, Bree, and I were thinking about running down tomorrow. We took a week off of work so we thought we'd visit our favorite human. Actually, I'm lying. I was fired from work again today. Riley and Bree took a week off. Anyway, now that you've called, I want to make sure that this Peter Whitlock fucker checks out."

What the hell is it with everyone calling me fucker these days. First Brewmaster and now this Vicky chick. Bella looked at me to ask for permission to have visitors. I nodded that it was fine and told her the address.

"You fucking moved in with him?" Vicky asked. "When the hell did you meet this guy?"

"Four days ago." Bella replied.

"That's it. You've obviously gone off your rocker. We're leaving tonight as soon as Bree gets off of work." Vicky said. "Oh, and I'm draining the fucker if there's one mark on you!"

Vicky ended the call. Bella had a mischievous smile on her face.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell her you were changed?" I asked.

"I like getting a rise out of her. Besides, I want to see her reaction when she finds out that she can't drain you." Bella smirked.

Ye gads, this is my type of woman. She's exactly the kind of naughty vixen I was looking for and I found her at Walmart of all places. You really can find anything at Walmart. I looked straight at her and was met with her pitch black eyes.

"Get the hell into that bedroom, take your clothes off, and wait for me with your legs spread wide for me, kitten. I'll be right there." I ordered.

"Hey, Brewmaster, did I score when it came to the mate department, or what?" I thought in my mind.

"Yep, she's definitely one in a million. I'm liking her. I'm liking her a lot. Now get her on her knees and have her suck you off. Trust me, we'll enjoy it." Brewmaster chuckled.

I ran into the bedroom to find my mate in the position that I told her to wait for me in. Hot damn—I'm shooting for the gold!

So, what did you think? Peter and Bella are pretty cool aren't they? What did you think of Vicky? Let me know and I will respond, that's a promise. XOXO