The Consequences of Messing With A Whitlock
Not much later, Peter was taking us on a tour of the house. He said casually, "The house is a lodge style set on three levels, with 18,280 square feet between the three floors. There are nine bedrooms; two on the downstairs level, two here on the main level, and 5 on the upstairs level. Each bedroom has its own private bath, plus there is at least one public powder room on each level. There’s also a bar on each level, but the one upstairs in the larger loft is minimally stocked. With the property bein’ as secluded and secure as it is, we may often have crew stop in when we aren't holdin’ parties, which is why the house is so large. Are ya with me so far?"
I grinned, nodding before asking, "Wouldn't this be a good safe house... for if Maria went trying to recollect her treasures? Jasper told me a little about her." Peter smiled while kissing my forehead, "Yes, Isabella, it would. I didn't wanna offer it as that, in case ya weren't comfortable with it." I looked at him questioningly. In response, he chuckled while cupping my cheek, "This is our home, My Sweet Li'l Mate. Not mine, ours. I built this home for us, after ya moved to Forks. I knew it wouldn't be much longer before ya were ready to come to me. I wanted ya to have somewhere comfortable to call home, while still givin' us the room we needed for company."
The thought that he built all of this -this beautiful home- for me, had me so choked up I could barely whisper out as I kissed over his still heart, "Thank you, Peter." He wrapped his arms around me, then whispered into my hair, "Anythin’ for you, Isabella. I just wanna make ya happy." Jasper chose that point to break our moment, saying, "Come on, Love Birds... I wanna see how the downstairs turned out. Did ya ever figure out the technical issue ya had?" Peter nodded, "Yeah... game storage. It's not far fetched, since most of the bottom floor is geared towards entertainment. I'll need to get all three of ya scanned in, once we get down there. Let me just show her the master bedroom and her room, then we'll go down."
He led me to the master bedroom, which was so perfect, then led me passed the elevator to a guest room. "Isabella, I know Jasper and Ali are upstairs. If ya truly want your room to be near theirs, I'll make it happen. I picked this room for ya, because it's the quickest one for me to be able to reach ya if somethin' happens... and, well... I just wanted to be as close to ya as possible without pushin'." I nodded, "I like that idea. It'll make you feel a little more comfortable if I'm close, right?"
He smiled, so I toured the room. I chuckled when I looked at the closet, knowing half of my stuff wouldn't even fit, "Ali, you have a closet dilemma." She shook her head, grinning, "Nope. I've already got it worked out. The clothes you won't be wearing right away will be going into your closet in the master bedroom, along with some of your other things." It made sense, really, so I agreed to let her handle everything.
As soon as we left the room, Peter guided us back to the elevator, where we went down to the basement level. To say I was floored with the space would have been a ridiculous understatement. There was a huge 'U' shaped bar that would comfortably seat 12 people, space enough for two 8-person poker tables in the card area, a multi-level theater room with a snack bar, a lounge on the far side of the u-shaped bar that led outside, as well as a billiard area with enough space for two pool tables, which was separated from the bar by railings. It also had an office and two bedroom suites.
Finally, we reached the last part of the bottom floor, then Peter said, "The open keypad scanner here leads to the blood storage cooler. I've stocked it with donated, since I won't be wantin' to leave ya much, or incase of an emergency where we need to hunker down." He pressed his thumb to the blank spot next to the keypad, then put in a series of numbers before saying, "Jasper, ya need to press your thumb to the scanner, then put in a password for ya to use. Press enter when you're done."
Jasper did as he asked. The keypad made a beep sound when he was done. Peter repeated the process he did before, then had both me and Alice take our turns. When it beeped for Alice, Peter said, "There's over 3000 bags of donated stored in there, so we won't be gettin' low anytime soon. Now for the last but most important feature downstairs."
He took me to the game storage area, then looked at me seriously as he said, "Isabella, if anythin' should ever go down and I tell ya to run or hide, this is where I want ya to go. There's a hidden safe room behind this wall. It has separate air, water, and electric from the rest of the house. It's reinforced, along with bein’ completely soundproof, meanin’ a vampire can't penetrate by punchin' at the wall. There's an entrance to it upstairs on the main floor, too. I'll show ya where that is. Only the four of us will be able to access this room. It'll be the safest place for ya, if I can't be with ya when there’s danger."
I nodded in understanding, then watched as he pressed on a standard piece of the shelf back. A panel opened to reveal a scanner, so Peter put his eye near the scanner. When it made an almost inaudible click, he pressed a series of buttons, "All three of ya will need a password and retinal scan put in. I hope to God we never need this room, but Angel, I'm not bettin' your safety on maybes." I rubbed his back in acknowledgment. Soon we all had our eyes scanned and passwords put in.
Just as we got done, I felt a severe ache and stiffness in my shoulder, then another in my wrist. I whimpered softly as it hit. Instantly Peter was holding me carefully as he purred against my good shoulder. It was the most soothing sound I had ever heard. When he stroked my back in combination with his purr, I melted into him completely. I barely even heard Jasper say that it was past time for my medicine, that I needed a bit more in my stomach before I got my shots.
Before I knew what happened, I was lifted carefully. I automatically wrapped my legs around Peter's hips as my good arm wrapped around his neck. Jasper cooed to me softly as Peter carried me quickly up the stairs, "Hold on, Sugar. Ali's makin' ya a milkshake already. As soon as you drink some, I'll give ya your injections." All I could do was nod slightly and close my eyes, letting the beautiful sound my mate was making fill me completely.
When my injections kicked in, Peter's purr slowed to a stop. I looked up at him from my place on his lap, cupping his cheek as I whispered, "Thank you. Jazz has been keeping me from pain this whole time, so when it hit me, it was really unexpected." He leaned in to kiss my neck, breathing, "I would do anythin' for ya, My Angel. Are ya alright now?" I nodded into his neck, trying to stifle my yawn, "Mmhmm... just hate that this medicine makes me sleepy." He hummed, then said, "Why don'cha let Ali help ya change, then ya can rest as long as ya need."
After curling further into him and kissing his neck lightly, I sat up reluctantly. I followed Alice to my room, where she handed me a white cotton and lace cami boyshort set from my suitcase, saying, "You'll be most comfortable in this right now. Hold this, then I'll help you take your brace off to get changed." I nodded, thinking about everything that's happened since we arrived, then breathed to Alice, "Is this all for real, Ali? This isn't some crazy dream that I'm having in the back seat of the truck, is it?" Alice chuckled, then breathed in my ear, "You're really here, Baby Girl. That sexy piece of manhood out there is really your mate. You get to keep him forever, just like I get to keep my Jazzy. Now let's get you changed and settled under the covers, so that Peter can come wish you sweet dreams."
Just as Alice finished settling me against the pillows ten minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. Alice called for Peter to come in, then kissed my forehead, telling me she and Jasper wouldn't be far away. Peter sat at the edge of the bed, laying his hand palm up as Alice left the room. I slid my hand into his, smiling softly at him, saying, "You don't need to sit at the very edge of the bed, Peter. Granted, I may need a bit of time before I'm ready to be intimate, but I liked you holding me."
He nodded, carefully scooted next to me, then leaned back against the headboard. I laid my head on his chest, then said, "Will you tell me about yourself?" He ran his fingers through my hair as he kissed my forehead. After a second, he started telling me about what he remembered of his human life. It didn't take long at all before his smooth voice and soft touch lulled me to sleep.
I was in a meadow with Peter, but it wasn't a meadow I'd ever seen before. We were laughing and talking, having a picnic with not a care in the world. Soon it started to get dark, so I turned away from Peter to slip my sandals back on, knowing we should be getting back to the house. Only when I turned back around, it wasn't Peter I was faced with, but Edward. The tingle of fear that rose up the back of my neck -at the look of danger in his eyes- made me freeze. "What's wrong, Love?"
The way he said 'Love' made another shot of fear rush through me. I shakily asked, "Why are you here, Edward? You aren't supposed to be here." His face contorted into an evil version of his crooked smirk in response. That's when I finally noticed the true danger. His eyes were vivid red. "I see you've been getting quite cozy with Peter, Isabella. Tell, me... have you fucked him yet?"
I bolted away from him, screaming for Peter, but was suddenly slammed against a tree. The impact against the rough bark tore the skin of my shoulder blade, causing Edward to snarl at my scent as he tore at my clothing, "The way I see it, you'll always be mine, Isabella... it's about time I fully claim what's mine." I was trembling in horror at the dark promise of what he was saying. I screamed, crying out for Peter to help me. "I'm not yours. Not yours, Edward. I'm Peter's. PETER! HELP, PETER! PLEASE, NO!"
Edward had me fully unclothed, the fabric all in shreds around us as he growled, then yanked me around to pin me to the ground. With my arms pinned above my head in one of his, he tore off his jeans with a twisted chuckle. I could barely breathe through my screaming and crying. A sick knock formed in my abdomen, knowing what was about to happen… knowing I couldn’t stop him. Just as Edward was about to push into me...
Suddenly I was in Peter's arms as he purred while cooing to me, "Shhh, My Angel. It was only a dream. Only a dream, Isabella, it wasn't real. I'm right here... shhh. Just listen to my voice, Angel." I clutched at him, sobbing heavily as what he said registered, then he continued to purr while stroking my spine. When my sobs died down a good several minutes later, I stuttered through my gasping breaths, "Do-don't leave. Pl-please. Ca-an't... too real... d-don't go-o." He whispered as he held me tighter, "I'm not goin' anywhere, My Sweet Li'l Mate. I'll lay here holdin’ ya for eternity, if that's what ya need. Just try to rest now, you'll still be in my arms when ya wake."
The dream had shaken me so much, that an hour later, I still was unable to go back to sleep. Peter was still purring to me, holding me as tightly as he dared. I swirled my finger over his heart absently as I whispered, "I need to see Jazz and Ali, please. They need to do something for me." He nodded, kissed my shoulder, then pulled the sheet over my hips. That made me realise I was in only lace boyshorts and a cami, yet Peter had not once made a move on me. He kissed my shoulder again as the sheet settled, then said in a normal voice, "Come in."
They both rushed into the room with concerned looks, then knelt down at the side of the bed. I curled into Peter more, begging, "Please... I need this from you. I need you to call Rose and have her visibly confirm that Edward is there. Don't call Carlisle or Esme. It needs to be Rose, I just know it."
Jasper nodded, then flipped his phone open before pressing a button. "Rose, I need ya to do somethin' for me. I need ya, personally, to check to make sure ya can see Edward... Bella couldn’t tell me why, but her emotions were screamin’ for it to be you. It needs to be an actual visual... Yeah, I think that's why, too... Okay, I'll hold on." Seconds later, he growled, "Mother-fuck-me! Alright, Rose. Let me know if ya find him... Be careful." He snapped his phone shut, then gave Peter a significant look.
I didn't even have to think before I said, "Call the crew here. Now, please. He knows how to get around Ali's visions, plus he knows to feed false emotions to Jasper. I know there's no get-around for your meter, but I think we need back-up. That dream felt too real to ignore. I won't be going on any picnics with you to meadows, Peter. I'm sorry, but it won't happen. He..." My words choked in my throat, but Peter cooed, "Shh, Angel. No meadows. If we want a picnic, we can do it right in the backyard or in front of the fire. We'll stay in the clearing the house is in, plus I'll have Major and Ali check the property and perimeter. As soon as they give me the all clear, we'll go on lockdown."
I nodded, then choked out, "You disappeared, he was there. He fed on... had red eyes... he was going to... he ripped... all my clothes. My shoulder was bleeding... he slammed me into the tree. I tried so hard... he sneered at me... asked if I'd fucked you yet, then he said... the way he saw it... that I was always going... to be his... it was time... he.. fully claimed..."
I let out a choked sob as I trembled, burrowing myself further into Peter’s embrace. He held me carefully to him, purring again as Jasper said, "We’ll go do the check now. Is the phone set for conference calls?" I felt Peter nod into my shoulder, then Jasper said, "I'll give them all notice to be in a safe location for conference in 30." Peter nodded again, still purring into my shoulder, while Jasper and Ali left the room.
Five minutes later, I just really wanted a shower, feeling like the dream had tainted me. I knew I couldn't be away from Peter right now, though. That's when I remembered about him not even making a pass at me in my lace boyshorts. I didn't know if he'd go for it, but I really couldn't stand how dirty that dream made me feel. I whispered in a bare breath, "I need a shower... feel dirty... but I can't be away from you."
Peter kissed my shoulder, then tilted my chin up to have me look at him. When our eyes connected, Peter said seriously, "Then I'll go with ya, and hold ya in my arms. Isabella, I would never do anythin' to make ya distrust me. With the dream ya just had, makin’ any type of move on ya would fall under knowin'ly hurtin' ya emotionally. I just can't do that. My hands and eyes will stay in respectable areas, and my boxers will stay firmly in place." I nodded, kissing over his still heart, then asked softly, "Can we go now? I can still feel his hands on me.” With a shudder, I choked out, “I just want to wash it all away."
Peter picked me up without another word, then carried me directly into the bathroom. He set me down long enough to start the water, placing two towels on the warmer before stripping down to his boxers. Then he looked into my eyes, asking, "Would ya like to get in with what you're wearin'?" I shook my head, so he said, "I can get Ali if you'd feel more comfortable with her helpin' ya remove..." I shook my head again, panic clearly taking hold of me at the thought of him out of my sight. He smiled gently, "Shhh... alright, Angel. Let's getcha ready for your shower."
Once my sling was off, he gently pressed his hands to my shoulder, making me sigh in content. "It doesn't look like there's much swellin'. I'm not pleased about the nasty bruise on your wrist, but there isn't much swellin' there, either." I nodded, then said, "The best way to do this is to slip the straps down my shoulders, so that nothing has to be lifted over my head. I can do the one over my bad shoulder, but you'll need to do the other one, then get everything down from there."
He nodded, then locked eyes with me as I slid the lace strap over my bad shoulder. I nodded when I got it down as far as I could. He grasped the other one without breaking eye contact with me. His fingers ghosted just above my skin as he brought it down, then I took a breath before pulling the top underneath my breasts. His gaze never wavered as I carefully dropped my arms to my sides. After almost a full minute of staring deeply into my eyes, he slowly started kneeling in front of me, never letting his eyes leave mine. His fingers ghosted just above touching me as he knelt bringing my cami down with him, then he stayed there as if he was waiting for permission.
I nodded with another deep breath, so he carefully grasped my boyshorts in his hands with my cami. He brought them both down at the same time, then brought my good hand to his hair so that I wouldn't fall when he helped me step out of them. His eyes still never left mine, his expression never wavering. He dropped them in the hamper next to us before he stood, then guided us both into the shower.
The water felt so good after the dream, that I sighed in relief as Peter tenderly pulled me into his arms. I wrapped my good arm behind him, then up to grasp his shoulder, placing my cheek against his chest while saying, "This feels good. It might have just been a dream, but it felt so real, Peter." He hushed me, then ghosted his fingers along my back as he whispered, "I'll never let him get to ya, Isabella. I promise ya that. Do ya remember how to get into the safe room?" At my nod, he said, "Good. I'm gonna back up for you to wash, now... unless ya need help." I nodded, "I will for some parts, I can't be in here too long. It'll mess with the healing of my tattoo." He nodded, then backed up enough to hand me my sponge.
When he was done helping me get washed, even washing and conditioning my hair for me, he held me close while whispering, "How are ya feelin' now, Angel?" I nodded into his chest, "Better. Still a bit shaky, but definitely better." He turned off the water, then helped dry off before guiding me back into the bedroom. I sat on the side of the bed as he placed my open suitcase next to me, picking out my clothes as he watched with rapt attention.
I chuckled when he whimpered slightly at my Caprice 'Primavera' thong set, "I heard that, Peter. I also know that vampires can see just as well with their peripheral vision as they can with their central vision." He raised an eyebrow at me, so I nodded, "Yeah, I knew that before our shower… just like I know you got an eye full, even if you weren't trying to. I wasn't intentionally testing you, so please don't think that."
He chuckled while cupping my cheek, then placed a kiss on my temple as he said, "I know ya weren't, Isabella. We better getcha dressed though, before ya catch cold... or I lose my will power and really look." He looked at the lace in my hand one more time as if he was in pain, then helped me dress in that, my destroyed dirty wash jeans, my hypnotic top and Volatile slides without a word. The last thing to go on was my sling, then he guided me to the master bedroom so he could get dressed.