Betrayal of the Vampire Kind Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Emmet's POV

"God what a douche." I affirmed only half caring whether or not Edward was even in the room. I was lounging on the white way too comfortable couch that Esme ordered special so that my tall ass could fit on it, unabashedly eavesdropping on Bella and Edwards conversation. Well actually it was Bella saying that she was going to go play with her puppy, Jake and the pack. Cliff diving. HA! who would have thought the little mouse had it in her! Of course Edward, law-man in Cullen Town, came to end that errant impulse.

"I do read minds," He drawled in his oh-so-superior tone. "You really didn't need to share that out loud. Bella is right here Emmet, geez, have some grace."

I snorted, looking over at my sister-in-law who had the cheery face that I took a certain pride in producing. "Bro, you do realize what year it is and that your little baby Bella is a big girl?"

He just glared at me. Really what was he going to say? I'd beat the prude out of him, wait, maybe that would be a fucking improvement. Go ahead, Eddy, try me. Maybe you'll actually give Bella the fucking she beggs you for every night. Yeah that's right, I know you're listening, because lord knows I was.

I love going on my little mental tangents near Edward, watching him get all shifty and uncomfortable. "Seriously. She can pee all by herself too."

I laughed heard at my own joke, why the fuck not? He never laughed, might as well do it for the both of us. Oh but wait, was that Bella hiding her face with suspiciously shaking shoulders? Edward's head snapped to look at Bella, who quickly straightened up, all except the twitching of her lips.

"What?" She asked with the picture of innocents, making me bark out laughing again. HA! Yeah right, I can see how helpless she is.

"Quit being such a girl." I snapped when he walked away sulking. Bella obediently ran after him like usual. I hate that! I would like to know what fucking spell he uses on her to keep her suck a puppy. Maybe I'll use it on my wife.

Speaking of wife. "Have fun being an idiot today?" she asked breezing into the room.

"Hey rose," I said putting as much excitement as I could fake. "Fuck off."

We were not getting along, if you hadn't noticed and well you might not have because she is always a bitch, but really it was just because she's been WAY bitchy I mean, even for Rose. I got her to admit that she didn't like Bella staying over so much, but I honestly believe that she is still hung up on Edward. You would think that a hundred plus years would have cured her of any infatuations, but no. She was rejected by the person that she was made to be mated to and yet, here he is, with a little human.

"Awe what's wrong?" She said using a voice that you would talking to a baby. "Someone using big words around you again?"

I stood up to my full 6'5" and walked to where she was standing in her usual bitch-pose, I liked to call it. Hands on the hips legs slightly apart and for some reason, though I towered over her, she still seemed to look down at me. "I am not doing this with you today, Rose." I growled. I had to give her credit, she didn't even flinch. "So you can take the act and go slither in someone elses cheerios, because I'm not listening anymore."

She was unfazed by my announcement, which shouldn't had surprised me as much as it did. She just rolled her eyes and went up the stairs, probably to lock me out of our room again. Not that it had stopped me from breaking the last three doors. Esme is just going to have to realize that she either doesn't replace it next time or buy creeper doors.

I walked out of the house aimlessly walking. Normally I would have jumped into a car and took off to the hiking trail I liked to hunt off of, but today, even that didn't sound appealing. Fuck I hated her sometimes. If she was so hung up on Edward, who I am thoroughly convinced is a fag, why did she bother saving me? If she was just being nice, why put so much effort into being such a bitch to me afterward.

Yeah okay, I am not heartless, I know her story, but still. Maybe I'll just have a real serious sit down talk with her tonight, maybe have some nice hard angry make up sex. That always made it better for at least a few days. I was almost half a mile, which was like two steps at my speed, into the woods and I smelt Bella. Bella? I looked around and saw her Mohagany curls bouncing as she ran through threw forest. What the fuck was she up to? No Edward? Interesting.

I ran up to to her side and of course she was oblivious. "Running away little girl?" I whispered right into her ear, making her jump a good three feet, before stumbling and landing right on her butt. I of course, laughed.

She glared at me, doing her little kitty growl thing, that wouldn't intimidate an ant. "You just going to laugh at me or are you going to help me up, damnit!" she snapped, holding her muddy palmed hand out expectantly.

I grabbed her up, hurtling her to her feet, the momentum almost forcing her to fall again, but I steadied her this time. I know so nice, right? "So what are you doing out here?"

She hung her head like a child caught eating the cookies. "Sneaking out."

I boomed with laughter again making that blush I loved to see creep into her cheeks. "You are seriously trying to sneak out of a house full of vampires and your plan was to what? Out run him?"

Her blush was deeper, but she faceted the glare back on and crossed her hands in front of her defiantly. "Edward left the house, Alice wanted to take him somewhere. I was hoping to be well enough gone before he got back."

I rolled my eyes at her, but really it was kinda sad that she had to sneak away from her own husband in order to see her friends. I may not like the smell of them, but the dog were pretty entertaining. Especially that Quill. Jake had his moments too, I'll tell you, Edward would shit himself if he knew the mouth that kid had on him. Also, he had the funniest names for Edward! Yeah, visiting the puppies did sound pretty fun.

I held out my hand and she looked at it questioningly. "Come on, you want to get away right? Just remember, close your eyes, I don't want to get puked on." I said only half joking. Seriously, yuck. She tentatively took my hand and I swung it her on my back, flying through the forest in a blur of green and brown.

When we finally reached the LaPush border, I set her down, but held her arms. I knew from experience that she would just drop to the ground if I let her go. After a few minutes she assured me she could stand and we waited, knowing whoever was patrolling would be there soon, smelling me.

Sure enough, we only waited maybe ten minutes and the gray one showed up barking up at us, a while for Bella and a nod in my direction.

"Hey, Paul." Bella chirped cheerfully, reaching a hand out to rub the large wolfs fur. He nudged his head into her hand and mad her giggle. "Do you think you could get Jake for me?"

He barked licking her sloppily on the cheek and darted into the forest. "YOUR NASTY PAUL!" She shouted after him, knowing he would hear her. She lifted the hem of her shirt up and used t to wipe where the dog had licked her and my eyes betrayed me.

Not that I hadn't noticed before that Bella smoking hot, I mean she didn't even know or believe it, which made her even hotter. In that few seconds, though my eyes were making my brain do more then just look at the pale stomach underneath, toned and still fleshy, with just the tiniest bit of a baby blue bra peeping from where she tried to reach her face. Yes ma'am, I was indeed, thoroughly eye-fucking my sister-in-law.

I heard a snort to my left and a deep voice rumble in laughter. "Don't bother, been barking up that tree for years." Jake said, laughing at his own joke. Barking! Ha! See he did have his moments. Bella swiftly realized what we were referring to and dropped her shirt, tugging it down even further then it's natural length for good measure.

"Jake!" She jumped at him,hugging him tight and berried her face into him neck. Such casualness struck me with an unwarranted pang of jealousy. Most likely do to Rosalie being such a bitch.

"I'll be around Bella, I have my cell." I told her trying to look protective, but couldn't help but grin because I was an accessory to pissing Edward off. Always fun. "Call me when you want to go back."

I started on my way, but was stopped by warm hands and a familiar scent. "We aren't going to be on the pack's land." Bella said, gesturing in an Eastern direction. "Would you like to come?" Hmmm. not the way to the cliffs, what were they up to?

"I don't want to make the puppy uncomfortable." I said flashing a grin at Jake who rolled his eyes at me. It's not like we are really all that different actually, if I was tan and turned all doggy I'd blend right in, I was just as big as the guys in the pack.

"I need someone to help me come up with new names for Fagward." He said, ignoring the glare that Bella shot him.

"HA! Fagward! That's great, I am totally using that one!" I bellowed, heading back toward Jake.

"Emmett McCarty you will not! This is my husband we are talking about!" She said, looking indignant, though her twitching lips betrayed her.

Chapter 2

Sweet Animosity Chapter 1

Sweet Animosity

BELLA'S POINT OF VIEW

"Oh god! what happened to you?" I gasped lightly as I touched the split on his lip and mark on his cheek. Even with the beautiful russet color of his skin it was getting darker by the minute. My touch caused him to pull away wincing.

"It's nothing Bella, relax," he sad as he stood up and walked into the small kitchen at his dads house."Just another run in with Sam's creepy cult."

"What?!" I exploded, this was the second time this week that Jake had come home with evidence of those psychos beating on him. I, for one, was pretty sick of this shit. "Can't you talk to the council about this or something?" I questioned, following him into the tiny kitchen.

"Bella, you know that the council completely stand beside the 'Protectors'," he said taking out the OJ container from the fridge and drinking straight from it. "Plus, it's not all of them, it's just Paul and Quil really."

I stomped my foot and crossed my arms in front of me. Yep I stomped my foot, but I'm small, and there aren't too many things I can do to get my point across. "Quil? Quil did this?" I seethed pointing at his injury's, pacing the span of the tiny kitchen. "Fucking Quil! You just wait until I see him again. I'm gunna kick his over grown man-boy ass!" I stopped my pacing only long enough to go back into the living room and search for my jacket. I was going to find that little cock-smuggler, I don't care if he is three feet taller then me.

"Bella, Don't!" Jake called after me. "They'll just beat me harder the next time" he pleaded with me, but I wasn't hearing it.

"Not if they are under the wheels of my truck!" I snapped, finally locating my jacket and heading for the door.

"BELLA!" It wasn't Jake whining after me, it was the booming voice of my Uncle Billy. He may be in a wheelchair, but he still had that don't-you-even-think-about-it Dad voice.

"Goddammit!" I shouted, going back to the living room and throwing my jacket back into the corner.

"Bella," he said rolling in next to me. I turned away, pouting at the wall. "This is a boy thing. Jake will eventually be able to fight back equally if not better. Until that happens, however, you cannot go out and fight his battles for him every time that he gets into a scrap."

"Look at his face!" I screamed at him. I was never this disrespectful to my Uncle and guardian, but fuck! I was protecting this family dammit! "You cannot let this go on!"

He sighed heavily and put his hand on my knee. "Bella, please put my mind at ease and promise me no more fighting. You're father, rest his soul, would be having a fit with me right now if he knew what a scrapper I've let you become."

I rolled my eyes, smiling. I knew he really would have. I also knew in someways he would also be proud. Dad had died right after I moved to Forks to live with him when I was 16. No one knows who did it. I came home one day from school and all his buddies from the station were in my living room, along with , to greet me. It was murder plain and simple, a slit of the throat, and the killer was never found. "Yeah dad would shit himself!"

Charlie Swan was the Chief of Police in the little town of Forks. That's where I have been going to school for all of a week before he was murdered. The courts sent me to all kinds of people to see if I'd go crazy shooting up the town or something before trying to ship me off to some obscure relative's house. My uncle Billy, Charlie's Half-Brother stepped in, he didn't have to fight hard since him and my step-dad's mom were the last remaining relative's I have. Mom and Phil died the year before in a tour bus accident while traveling with Phil's team. I stayed with a friend and in the 'system' until everything was cleared up and Charlie could come and take me back to Forks with him.

"Jacob Anthony Black!" Billy boomed, eyeballing Jake as he came into to the room. "Why are you teaching your cousin such bad language? don't you give me those innocent eyes! I know how you talk and my niece did not talk like this three years ago!"

"Pppffftt. She picked that shit up all by herself!" he scoffed, smacking his dad on the back lightly.

"Jacob, please for Bella's sake, try to avoid those guys. It's your senior year and I don't want you to be kicked out for fighting," Billy said in a serious tone. He whipped his chair around to face me again. "And you, girly, please for the love of your father's soul, please stop starting fights."

I nodded noncommittally. "Look, I'm not going to run anyone over, but I really need to go for a drive," I said standing up, grabbing my jacket again and heading for the door.

"Bella," Billy's voice shot me a warning.

I waved my hand dismissively. I was not stopping this time. "I will not be committing vehicular manslaughter today, Billy, no worries."

I walked out the door, ignoring Jake as he called for me. I could not handle those fucking whipped puppy eyes he gives me when he wants his way. No, not doing it! I jumped into the truck that Jake built for me. It wasn't the greatest, but it was an A-B truck, so I was not complaining.

I drove around for only about twenty minutes before deciding to head to the beach. I parked my truck and walked about three steps before seeing him. Paul, the one I hated the fucking most. Perfect! He was standing knee deep in the water, staring. Like he was in a trance or something. Soft rain was rolling down his muscular naked torso, soaking into his dark sweats as the angry gray ocean lapped at the cut-off ends. God, he was so much bigger in person then in my own happy fantasies of beating his ass. I looked around for a weapon, just in case his behemoth ass tried to come after me. I also figured it was a bit more intimidating to stand here holding a weapon, then just my little self with big rage. Better to have little self, with big rage and a big weapon.

I spotted a baseball bat sized piece of driftwood and picked it up, walking up behind Paul. You know it's a real shame that he was such a fucking asshole. I would've just sat here and ogled him if he was a decent person, but no. Instead I am working hard at suppressing the urge to silent before whacking him in the back of the head with this log.

"What's up, Dick?" I said low, but I knew he heard me. He probably already knew I was standing behind him. "Or is that how it goes?"

I heard a deep chuckle as he slowly turned to face me, his eyes were dark and menacing, but the fucker didn't scare me. No, he could take his little act and go fuck himself. "Isabella Swan, what do I owe this honor, half-breed?"

"Wow, Paul. Has someone been teaching you big words? That was a whole sentence!" I said with false enthusiasm. I straightened my features as I planted my feet firmly, expecting...wanting a fight. I promised not to start them, but I didn't say I wouldn't fight back... "So Paul, why is your little dick-tickling boyfriend taking swings at Jake again?"

He smiled at me! SMILED! "I heard he did more then take a few swings." He came to stand right in front of me, making me look up to glare at him. His voice dropped low and husky. "I heard he fucked him up."

I narrowed my eyes at him and look a small step back so that I had enough room to swing my drift-wood bat. He smiled, taking the move as a retreat. "Paul, if I had not just made a promise to my Uncle Billy not to start anymore fights, I would take your fucking head off with this," I said, lifting the piece of wood. "But I will not, NOT, keep that promise if he comes home again with even a hair out of place. You tell your little boyfriend the same thing!" I spat, turning around to head back to my truck. I was soaked, and though I didn't get to give the beating I so desired , yelling at him did make me feel a little better.

Just as I reached for the drivers side door I was shoved hard from behind and a solid mass pressed up hard behind me. "You know," I heard Paul's deep voice right by my ear, breathy and dangerous. "If you weren't a nasty half-breed, I would show you just how gay I really am."

I felt warm fingers on my cold skin, sliding below the waistline of the gray sweatpants that I stole from Jake that he had cut off at the knees to make shorts. They slide slowly over my bare ass. I let out a low growl, which didn't sound the least bit intimidating while his other hand was pressed my head against the glass. "Right, like that double-A you call a dick would prove anything other then a good laugh," I ground out, while trying to ignore the growing heat that suddenly flushed my body. I refused to blush because of that fuck-head.

There was a deep chuckling in my ear again as he slid his hand back out of my pants. "It's out of respect for Billy that I leave you intact!" He growled, his lips pressed against my ear, making me shiver with vibrations.

I felt the weight lift off of me and spun around to deck him hard, but he was already gone. Fucking creeper.

"Why did you have to even say anything?!" Jake screamed at me a week later. Quil and Paul had razzed him all week about having little half-breed Bella Swan stand up for him. I rolled my eyes at him, but took a cautious step back. He looked a little angrier then usual, even shaking a bit . "I don't need you fighting for me, Bella. I am a grown ass man!"

"You're a senior in high school, Jake. It's not like I went looking for him, he was at the beach when I got there!" I yelled right back. Thank god Billy wasn't home, or else I'd be in deep shit just for that, even though there had been no actual fighting. Plus, Jake didn't even know about Paul's little assault afterward. "God forbid I feel the need to look after my family!"

"Don't you give me that shit! You have been looking for a fight since Charlie..." he stopped mid-sentence, but it didn't stop the flood of pain from hitting me like a brick wall. Fuck, I was going to cry. I hate fucking crying...Jake's features softened as he took a small step toward me, but I jumped back glaring at him. "Look, Bells I'm sorry, I just feel helpless and maybe even a little stupid for not being able to stand up for myself. Here you are all of 90lbs, soaking wet and pulling out the sword and shield every time anyone comes near me."

"Jacob Black, I love you. You and Billy are all I have!" I said, turning my back so that he couldn't see the tears flowing down my face. " Losing Renee in the accident with Phil, and then Charlie....I am just a little over protective to keep everyone I love with me." I walked out the back door, hearing him sigh loudly, but he didn't call for me. He knew better. I hated to cry, and losing both of my parents within a few years apart I thought I had been done crying forever. I walked into the woods and just continued to walk, not really caring where I was going. What did it matter? Maybe I'll get lost and die. Yeah okay, dramatic, but I was allowed to be a chick once in a while.

"Aren't you afraid of the big bad wolf?" I heard a familiar husky voice behind me. Good..Paul, Now I can get all that aggression out and he was just the right person to take it out on.

"Big? Oh… are you pretending to have a big dick again? That's so cute." I said with a dry laugh.

"You know, I'd watch saying stuff like that out here, all alone, with no one here to save you," he said menacingly. His eyes were dark . There wasn't any of the tolerated amusement in them that had graced them the last time. For the first time, I was scared of Paul, which only made me even angrier.

"You know, it's a little sick that you get off on tormenting women!" I spat, turning around to head back to the house.

"Get back here!" he ordered in a booming voice.

"Fuck you Paul!" I shouted without turning around.

"Bella! I'm serious, it's about Jake!" he said again sounding a bit more urgent. I stopped, not because of what he was saying, but because in the three years I have lived in LaPush with Billy and Jake, Paul had never called me anything other then Half-Breed.

When I spun around to face him, I was startled by how close he was to me. I didn't even hear him walk up behind me. He's right, you're stupid, alone in the woods and no one can hear you! "What is it Paul? Jake is expecting me home soon." It was a lie, but I was now scared.

"Now, if this wasn't so important I would be calling you out on that lie," he said, smiling a little, as if he could read my mind. Creepy.

"Just spit it out please," I said, backing away a little.

He nodded and hid face grew serious. "Look, he's going through something that is hard for us guys and we are trying to help--"

"Help?!" I spat, forgetting my fear as I stepped forward. "That's what you call help?"

"Look I know that Quil and I play rough, but--" he started again, running a nervous hand through his hair.

"You have been beating the shit out of him for weeks!" I felt my hands shaking.

"We were just trying to piss him off!" he finally spat back, starting to pace in front of me.

"Well you pissed me off, is that good enough for you?" I snapped, grabbing a hold of one of his large arms. Holy Chocolate Cow, his arms are as big as my leg. I shook the thought and fixed my glare back on. "Why are you intentionally tormenting him?"

He glanced down at my hands that held his arm captive and then back up at me. "It's a tribe thing, Billy knows that we are not trying to hurt him, it's sorta like a right of passage thing."

I scoffed. "An right of passage into manhood for Quiluete Tribe is beating the shit out of their members?"

He narrowed his eyes at me and turned to face me fully, making me drop my grip from his arm and once again stepped back. He moved forward until my back hit a large tree and I could no longer move. He placed his hands on the tree, one on each side of my head, and then leaned in close, his voice rough and husky. "You wouldn't know the first thing about it half-breed. It just so happens there is more then just boogy men that go bump in the night." So much for using my name...

I hated my body for shivering, letting him know that he effected me, even in the littlest way. "Is it supposed to surprise me that you're a creeper at night too?" I said snidely, just trying to make him back up a bit before my traitorous body did anything else to rebel against me.

He leaned away from me and that menacing look was back. "Don't you wish? Hmm…You want me creeping around your room at night?"

"Not unless you want to lose the opportunity to have little assholes in the future," I ground out. Fuck the more scared I got, the more mean I got. This was not the way to deal with Paul. I tried to duck under his arm to walk away, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. "LET... ME…. GO!" I said slowly, now in full panic mode.

"I seem to recall an earlier made offer that I suddenly feel like claiming," he whispered, leaning in close to my ear. I felt his warm tongue on my neck. "Beg for me, half-breed."

"Fuck you!" I said, intending it to sound angry, but it came out in a whimper. Now my voice was against me!

"That's the one," he groaned before pressing the length of his body against mine, licking the spot my neck met my collar bone. I went into fight mode, thrashing and bucking against him. I had to get away before I did something horrible, like let out the moan that I had been suppressing.

"PAUL!" I snapped bucking hard, trying to bring my knee up to catch him in the balls, but his heavy body was too much. "Please, don't!"

"LET HER GO!" I heard Jakes voice behind Paul, strong and lethal. I had never heard him sound this way before. Paul gave my neck one more lick, clear up to my ear before a smooth chuckle escaped him. "Show time!" he whispered, slowly getting off of me and turning to Jake.

When I finally saw my cousin, he was beyond furious. It was like nothing I had never seen before. His whole body was shaking, no that's not right. Vibrating. Yes, he was vibrating with the amount of tremors rolling off of his body. He stared at Paul, with murder in his eyes. "Jake! Calm down!"

"No!" Paul hissed, when I tried to walk over to him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him, blocking me with his body. "Let it happen."

"What? What is happening?" Jake seethed, sweating and panting.

"What's happening to him?" I whispered, not even thinking as I held on to Paul's shoulders, digging my nails into his skin from my fear and peeking around him. "Paul can you help him, please!"

"Jake, step back!" Paul said forcing me back a little. I hated this man with a passion, but my fear for Jake was gripping my heart and threatening to rip it clean out of my chest. I held on to his hand, refusing to let go when he gently tried pry me off so that he could walk over to Jake. He turned to me, seeing the fear in my eyes, his features softened for a second. "He's going to be fine. This is what I was telling you would happen. Trust me." He gave my small hand, that was almost lost in his, another squeeze before letting go and walking toward Jake.

"I feel like I'm burning on the inside!" Jake ground out, his breaths coming out in gasps.

"Close your eyes and let it happen," I heard Paul's soft bass voice instruct.

Jake started screaming like someone had lit a match to him and my terror had reached it's limit. I dropped to my knee's and covered my eyes as I listened to a horrible ripping noise that was followed by another. I refused to open my eyes, afraid of what I might see.

Chapter 2

Definition of Affair Synopsis Breakdown

Definition of Affair

1. Something done or to be done; business.

2. Affairs Transactions and other matters of professional or public business: affairs of state.

3. An occurrence, event, or matter. A social function.

4. An object or a contrivance: 

5. A matter of personal concern.

6. Affairs Personal business.

7. A matter causing public scandal and controversy.

8. A romantic and sexual relationship, sometimes one of brief duration, between two people who are not married to each other.

Peter Whitlock and Alistair Baur life was embodiment and word for word, every definition’s of affair. From the already confusing world of sex to a dream of opening their own business and everything in between, the wild ride of just one year of owning their own bar was more then they would have ever dreamed. A small town of friends gets even smaller when the secret’s and affair’s start and the humorous and touching ways they learn about life and love will make it so you have to find out what is going to happen next.

Peter and Alistair have been best friends since the sixth grade and after a tragic accident took Alistair’s parents and Peter’s parents took him in making them real brothers. You would have never thought so if you were to meet them, though, because they couldn’t have been more different.

Peter is a loyal and sweet man. He grew up white collar, but not well off or spoiled. He knows how to work for his money and did, holding a job since he was sixteen. He is dating the very wealthy Charlotte Wentworth that came from very old money making her last name stamped on lots of banks and old train stations. Peter and Charlotte have been dating since high school and have plans one day to settle down and get married and have a few kids together.

Well that is what she thinks and what her parents expect, but if you ask him, Peter Whitlock would say he wasn’t coming close to thinking of anything like that right now while the bar is still in its baby steps.

Alistair Baur is a very wealthy playboy whose parents are taken at a young age leaving him alone and financially set for more then the rest of his life. Peter’s parents took Alistair in, giving him a home and love and a brother. Despite his new parents’ attempts to straighten him out, he still used every opportunity he could to drown his loss and fear in women and a cocky attitude.

Alistair didn’t use his millions in inheritance. He instead opted for working, like Peter, since a young age to show that he was more then just a playboy. Even if he insisted, his only form of high education was going to be Bartending School. As to be more proactive and productive in their bar in the future, he says. Ren was his new side lady that does not limit him to whatever new flavors might in fact come along. With his bad boy persona and quick temper to back it up, he was every woman bad boy that they wished to tame.

Jess Mason was the new flavor, brought in by Lilly, the own of the bar property. She was suggested to help in the bar, bringing it a new fresh face and skills that will be an asset to the bar. Her quick wit and cockiness to match Alistair’s made her intriguing mix amongst the boys in the bar.

Bella Swan was friends with Peter and Alistair since high school where she started dating her long time boyfriend Edward. Edward treats Bella like garbage, cheating on her and using her all the while making her feel like it was her fault.

Reneesme Swan is Bella’s little sister who she had to raise when their father went MIA with grief by throwing himself into work after their mother died. She is spoiled and conniving and very used to getting her own way.

Alistair is engaged to Jess and living with her while sleeping with Reneesme. Jess, who says she loved Alistair, was also sleeping with Peter. Peter who has slept with no one else but Charlotte his whole life is also sleeping with Jess. Edward is sleeping with everyone, including Reneesme, who says she was only doing to get revenge on him for hurting her sister. Bella and Alistair have a teetering friendship / relationship that his comforting but filled with sexual tension that you could cut with a knife.

Bella finally dumps Edward for good finding solid evidence that he has been cheating. The tension between Alistair and Peter become thick as affairs come to light and others are assumed. In order to try and set things right Peter is compelled to ask Charlotte to marry him forcing Jess back to Alistair and Alistair to hopefully straighten up for her.

It didn’t work.

Jess and Peter still can’t stay away from each other, even when Jess gets hurt finding out about Alistair and Reneesme’s affair. Not wanting to be the cause of Peter’s divorce and no longer willing to lead Alistair on, Jess takes off leaving only a note.

Having lost Reneesme and Jess in one sweep and his long time friend Bella’s mad at him about Reneesme, he snaps losing control and almost killing four men. The men live but he’s arrested and a trial is held for his four charges of attempted murder he now had against him.

Bella, Peter and everyone at the bar, including the customers, stand by Alistair as he is sentenced to two to six years of prison being found guilty of one of the charges of attempted murder.

While in prison Alistair and Bella become friends again and write to each other, she even visits him a few times while he is in there. It turns into something close to a relationship, until Alistair finds out that Edward was back in the picture, clamping down the walls for Alistair again.

Bella, who really did love Alistair, was confused. Edward was a dick and controlling but he was familiar and predictable. Alistair was unpredictable and exciting and scary and nothing that Bella was used to allowing in her life. They both fell for each other, but neither wanted to say it so anger and mistrust lead them to fighting.

Alistair out of prison early for good behavior, given probation, and house arrest, not having the will to go back to the house that he and Jess shared, he lived on the pull out bed in his office at the bar. He’s greeted as a hero would by his customers and friends, except Bella. Bella greeted him with uncomfortable small talk and hostility which Alistair was more then apt to return full force.

The day that Alistair got out of prison Peter gets a random phone call from Jess saying that she was back in town and she wanted to see him. Peter, who truly loved Jess, went to meet her announcing that even after she left, he got a divorce and they were free to love each other freely.

Jess came with news of her own and eventually went to Alistair to let him know she was pregnant with his child. Alistair refused to believe that it was his and rejected any suggestion that he was involved putting him and Peter on the outs again.

Bella eventually took the fist step and bridged the gap between them. With a little drama of her still being with Edward but quickly getting rid of him, they started a serious relationship between them. And unexpected complication causes Jessica to lose the baby and Alistair to step up and be a man about his baby. He grieves and they name her together and give her a proper burial.

Everything seems to finally be going on the up until Edward decides he wants revenge for Bella being Alistair. After several creepy texts and a disturbing package being sent to her house, Bella finally pieces it all together finding out that it was Alistair who was the real target. Unfortunately this is discovered too late and Alistair is shot outside the bar, leaving him with a hole in his chest and in a coma.

The characters start to wrap up while he is in the hospital. Jess and Peter are engaged to be married. Reneesme steps up and grows up, helping Bella through this hard time with Alistair in a coma. They move everything out of her old apartment and move in with Bella’s friend Lauren Michaels.

Alistair wakes and is told about the events that took place. They tell him it will take a lot of physical therapy and healing time but eventually he will be close to perfect. With the second chance given Bella and Alistair, make a mutual promise to use it to the fullest with each other.

Definition of Affair

Swan Brother's Chapter 1

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Swan Brothers

Chapter 1

For the longest time, I hated my life. It's not like that was something new for people in their early twenties to hate their life. You were pretty much out growing the 'everyone and everything sucks, I'm going to kill myself' stage from your teenage years, now time to move on to the my life blows huge donkey testicals stage.

So no normal person would think that I am like any different then any other 25 year old woman. I just moved back home from collage, not that I went far. I mean I grew up on the rez, so going to Northwest University wasn't that big of a deal. I was maybe an hour away from home. I now worked on the reservation as a high school English teacher, living at home, single and prospectless.

I don't mean to paint myself so pitiful but this was my life. I assume that other 25 year olds at least go out once in a while or are even asked out on dates, but then again most 25 year old woman don't have my family. I don't get asked out, not because I'm hideous nor have horrible uncontrollable body odor.

No I am dateless and with no hope because I am the daughter of police chief swan of forks police. If that wasn't enough pressure, I have five brothers. Yes five. All of them are older then me. dad tells me he told my mom that they wouldn't stop until they got the girl that he wanted so badly. It took a long time and the last time mom died giving birth to me.

Dad says I look exactly like her.

Sam, Jared, Embry, Quil, and Seth have always taken there role as older brothers very seriously. I usually had one them with me at all times, Sam even walked me to my classroom at the school.

I love my brothers, don't get me wrong. Sam was the oldest, he is strong and clever and he even owned his own his own construction company that all the boys worked at. He was really the sold rock for the family when mom died. He had Embry, Quil, and Seth stay home from school and started home schooling them while Dad, Jared, and himself worked hard to bring in money. That way the younger boys could look after me while being home schooled.

Dad was probably the worst at being over protective and he knew that he was. He said it was because he lost an angel when I was being born, so he intended to hold on to the one he had left with both hands.

Jared was a lot like Sam, but quicker tempered and liked to pick on me some. He said it built character and the sarcasm that I learned made me thick skinned. It really did kind of work because I just laughed when the stuck up bitches at school tried to pick a fight with me, it didn't happen often and it never got physical. Usually word got around real fast that you don't fuck with Isabella Swan, or her brothers will end your life and bury the body in the foundation of a house they were building.

Embry and Quil were twins, but nothing alike. They looked nothing alike and where Embry was sweet, soft and even on the mothering side, Quill was perverted and hard and a known dickhead. He was always getting on Embry's case, saying that he got the straight side of the genes and Embry got the gay. There were often fights between then that ended in emergency room visits.

Seth was the youngest of the boys, but still two years older then me. He was very quiet and kind and understanding, but hyper at the same time. He was very easily talked into doing anything. The boys talked him into cliff diving naked because they said that it would make he balls drop faster and his voice lower. Funny, but it only did the opposite for him.

I did have a few friends, very few. Jacob black was my best friend, the only way he got away with that was because we had been friends since we were four. The well planted friend wall was implanted even then and always reaffirmed, especially after Jake hit the age of liking girls. Not that it mattered. Jake and I were so alike that we would have killed each other, really he just ended up being a sixth brother that protected me against any and all opposite sex threats.

Paul Lahote was a sort of friend. He was more like my brothers friend so he was my friend because he was a permanent fixture in my house. I swear that boy doesn't have a home. Four nights out of seven he is sleeping on my couch. He helped Sam when we added on to the house so that I got my own room, being the only girl; this is something I demanded at the age of 16.

I mean as much as I love Seth, boys are disgusting. Especially when they sleep. How is it they manage to fart more in their sleep then awake?

The only thing I could honestly say all the boys have in common? Horrible terrible tempers that often got them in more trouble then anything else.

Anyways, I digress. So I am not a complete social leper but making new friends, especially ones of the opposite sex is completely out of the question. Not that that was the main thing on my life list of things to do, but looking at the same seven male faces for 25 years, pretty fucking boring.

So why should things change now? I said so, that's why.

I am flipping eggs muttering this to myself when a sharp pinch to my ass make me jump looking around. "Paul you know I am almost positive you have your own house."

He shakes he head smirking while he steals my toast, licking it first so he knows I won't steal it back. "Nah, it's not nearly as accommodating."

"I can see how you would think that about here." I said glaring as I take the toast back anyways, taking a huge bite off of it. What? I have five brothers, there are grosser things he could have done to the toast. I've seen them and if there were rights activists for the abuse and mistreatment of toast before eating it, I would have called them long ago.

"You're a dirty birdy Swan." Paul said, watching me eat his licked toast. "You know have me inside you."

"That's like incest." I said making a face.

"What's like incest?" The deep voice of my father inquired as he breezed through the kitchen, uniformed and ready.

"Daddy!" I kissed his cheek as he walked by handing him a brown bag for his lunch, a plate with a sausage and egg wrapped pancake burrito and his travel mug of coffee. "Paul is incest."

"As long as he is more then just eating my food, I can live with that." I got a hard mustached kiss to the temple before he breezed on out the front door to the police cruiser outside.

"I don't know if I can handle anymore abuse around here." Paul says with out an ounce of seriousness. He came up behind me as I cooked at the stove, reaching around me to take some sausage, popping it into his mouth.

"Yes I can see how things are so unjust for you here." I said looking over my shoulder at his face that rested there. I pat his cheek open palm, harder then what was considered a friendly pat.

Paul flinched making me smile, and retreated to the table, just in time to get a double offered "Morning." From the twins.

"Good morning Quil, Embry. Breakfast?" I offer, knowing what was coming next.

"No, I am late for work." Embry said kissing my cheek as he headed out.

"You work at the same place I do and you're not late." Quil said, kissing my other cheek and following his brother out. I could still hear them arguing as they headed to the car.

"That's because in you're mind, the world stops for you."

"That's because I am so amazing."

"No, its because you're such an incredible douche bag, everyone has to stop and stare."

"Are they every going to get along?" Paul asked pouring himself some coffee from one of the three coffee pots I had set up and brewing on the counter. Don't judge, we are a coffee drinking family and my brothers are freakishly huge.

"I have seen them agree once, but it was to beat up some kid at school that called me porky." I shrugged looking back at the stove.

"Hey I remember that! Mike Newton." Paul said with a laugh. "Did he ever walk again?"

I nodded breaking a fourth egg into the pan. "Yeah but he has a limp now."

"Deserves it too, I don't think they ever found his other testical." Jared said coming in grabbing his travel mug and filling it with coffee.

"That's disgusting and no they didn't." I said handing him a bag for his lunch and a plate of his breakfast. He kissed my forehead and headed out calling out behind him. "The people at the food store call him Uno now." He cackled all the way to his truck.

I shook my head at Paul who was laughing too. Boys can be so cruel sometimes. Ha! Who am I kidding, Uno… that's fucking hilarious.

"Actually it's just Jared that calls him Uno." Seth said grinning hugging me up in his arms hard before setting me to my feet again. He grabbed a travel mug and poured his coffee while I readied his lunch and breakfast. "Bells, don't forget Claire is coming home with you from school today."

"I got it, Seth, relax." I said setting his bag and plate next to him. Claire was Seth's daughter, she was a happy accident but unfortunately the Swan temper that is a trademark in this household got the best of sweet Seth when his girlfriend tried to move to another reservation with the baby and without a word.

There were lots of cops and court dates and in the end, Seth got to see Claire, supervised, one weekend a month and one dinner night every other week.

"I know, I know, but this is our dinner night and I promised her something more then just the Rez diner." He kissed my cheek as he ran out the door. He immediately came back grabbing the bag and plate I was holding out to him.

Paul was watching me grinning. "You're so… trained."

I laughed shaking my head turning the stove off and sitting across from Paul, handing him a plate and setting a plate in front of me. "You do this every day. Just like a robot. Make breakfast, bicker with me as each brother filters in adding comments and heads off with their bag lunches and plates of breakfast and coffee mugs, pre-made by you. Every day."

"Are you saying that you are jealous Paul? Do you want a bag lunch?" I joked shoveling food in my mouth. I do not eat like a lady.

"You're damn right I do!" He said grinning.

I gave him a smug look and nodded to the counter at the paper bag sitting there with 'Paul' neatly written on it. "Seriously?!"

I laughed kissing Sam's cheek as he walked into the kitchen and going to the sink to rinse my plate.

"My little sister can do no wrong." Sam put in winking at me. I grinned and headed for the door with my lunch and school work.

"Damn right, oh and by the way, Paul pinched my ass."

It was like a bull spotted movement the way Sam pinned Paul with a look. I was still laughing as I headed up the road towards the school.

Chapter 2 here!

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