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Summary: English dhampir Angelica Faye Night moves to Forks, Washington with her twenty-six-year-old White Witch mother, Lilly-Anne Night, and four-hundred-year-old Vampire father, D'Angelo James Night. But that's not normal (Heck, it isn't even possible), right? Sadly, it is for Angel.

And, as if to make things worst - one of the Cullens just might love her.


Prologue

Angel P.O.V

Rock music flowed violently through the club, and I watched as my mother and father drank shots at the bar. I sat near the back, in a booth by myself, a small smile on my full, pink lips. I pushed one of my dark curls out of my face as my parents made their way over to me.

"Angel, do you want to get going?" D'Angelo J. Night, my father, asked me. His stunning golden hair was in his usual shaggy, relaxed style, and his pale skin complimented his bright, butterscotch eyes. A kind – almost human – smile adorned his handsome face, as his gaze flickered to his wife. Lilly-Anne smiled back, her slightly tanned skin matching her wavy brown hair. I grinned at my love-struck parents.

"Sure. Last night in London, might as well get out while we can." I told him, standing up with my normal, cocky smirk plastered across my face. With unnatural grace, the three of us left the over-crowded, alcohol-scented club. As a vampire, a witch and a dhampir, gaining lustful looks was common. Something about our kinds gave us awesome features, but I still blushed as I saw a boy – only a year or so older than myself – checking me out. He was, like I, too young to be in the club anyway, and I breezed passed him without a second glance. My father helped mother and me his red 650i BMW convertible, and we sped off, our last night in England coming to an end.

Forks, Washington - here we bloody come.

Chapter 1 – Forks, Washington

Angel P.O.V

"Angelica Faye Night get up and get ready! We're leaving in two hours!" Dad yelled. I groaned. Son of a bitch, he didn't have to freaking sleep, but some of us bloody do! I rolled over, burying my face in my pillow. "Angelica!" His voice barked. I jumped and rolled out of my bed, hitting the floor painfully.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-"

"Don't swear." My mother sang, dancing into the room, and interrupting my yell. I growled and jumped to my feet. I flashed over to my wardrobe, and pulled out a pair of jeans, studded boots, and a black X-Ray Spex band shirt. "Angel, I would appreciate it if you moved at the same speed as the rest of the world." Lilly-Anne muttered. I rolled my eyes and smiled at her. She pulled my last suitcase from by the door, and left the room, shaking her head. I smirked and pulled off my pyjamas, showering quickly before getting dressed. I cleaned my teeth and smiled at my reflection.

I had a heart-shaped face, and wide, odd silvery eyes. My teeth were white, and my canines were slightly sharper than a normal human's. My hair was waist-length, and hung in natural ringlets, the colour a brown so dark it was nearly black. I had thick lashes, high cheek-bones and full lips, but I wasn't nearly as gorgeous as my mother.

With her light brown hair, and shocking green eyes, her face was enchanting, and she – like my hot-as-Hell father – had the tendency to 'dazzle' people. I was the boring one, compared to them. I ran my tongue over my teeth, before retreating from my bathroom. I grabbed my guitar and bolted from my room and into the family room. We didn't call it a 'living room' as one of us is undead, and another one is half-way-there. D'Angelo grinned when he saw me and held the front door of our flat open. I slowly shuffled passed him, at a very slow human pace. He rolled his eyes, picked me up effortlessly and carried me to the lift. Lilly was standing there, a brilliant smile on her face as she watched us. I laughed as my father set me down and went back to get the last of his bags. Today was moving day. Not just any moving day, though. No, my smart-arse father decided to freaking move to Forks Washington, America. Well, rainy place to the next, right?

"You ok, sweetheart?" My mother asked me, running a hand through my hair.

"I'm fine, stop treating me like a child." I grumbled. She laughed.

"Angel, your six-years-old." Oh yeah, I forgot about that. As a dhampir I, for some, ungodly reason (Irony not intended), grow faster than just about anyone. So, I look sixteen, and I actually just turned six. It can be depressing. Once I reached six, I luckily stopped growing so fast , and now I will grow slower than everyone. It's confusing and annoying.

"But I look sixteen, and I act it." I told her. She didn't reply. D'Angelo joined us and we descended into the lobby. As we left the building, Lilly turned in our flat keys, and D'Angelo put the last of our bags in the truck. We climbed into the front – me squashed against the window as my parents held hands (Yuck!).

"America, here we come." D'Angelo grinned.

"Yeah, watch out. We bite." I joked. Lilly chuckled next to me.

To say the airport was packed, would be an understatement. D'Angelo forcefully pushed through the crowd, creating a sort of path for me and my mother, Lilly. We eventually got out onto the street, where a cherry-red Mercedes SLSwas waiting for us. The speed was modified, so that it would go a lot faster than it should. What is the point in driving something you can run faster than? The ride was short, and as raced through the city, I gaped at the large buildings, and smiled at the sight of many fit American boys. After a while, the city faded into a mix of trees and bushes. We entered a small town, that looked homely and not too different from my grandma's old village.

"Angelica, look, that's the new school you're going to attend." My mother chirped excitedly. I looked at the window, and groaned. The school was a rather small group of buildings, built in an old brick fashion. A large student carp park was out front, and it didn't look as bad as I thought it would. But - it was still school. Something I haven't properly been to yet.

"Don't worry; I got you a motorbike to make up for it." D'Angelo – God bless is immortal soul – said, grinning at me. When I was physically fourteen, my dad had kindly (And against mother's best wishes) taught me how to ride a motorbike. She had seethed for weeks, before giving in to his begs for forgiveness. As a Witch, once you find your 'mate' or 'true love' you don't age. Of course, D'Angelo wasn't aging anyway, but my mother was. And, as part of the magic, they literally can't stay mad at each other. It's freaking hilarious when they argue.

"I knew there was a reason I loved you." I joked in reply. He stuck is tongue out at me. I ignored his childish reaction. "See, I'm like three-hundred and ninety-four years younger than you, and I'm still more mature." I laughed.

"She has a point there, D'Lo." Lilly agreed, using my dad's nickname. I snickered. In our family, it's; D'lo, L.A and Angel. What? Normal family's have nicknames for each other. Ish.

"Fine, my own wife sides with the ironically named Angel sitting in the back seat." D'Angelo muttered. I giggled, and resumed my watch of the dreary town. We pulled up outside of a tall, expensive-looking house. As we stepped out of our car, a couple of people turned to look. I smirked and grabbed my guitar and one of my suitcases. Most our stuff was already here, from a trip dad had made beforehand. I caught a group of tall, older-looking boys gawking at me, and I blushed furiously. D'Angelo – being an over-protective father – stood in front of me and glared at the group of baggy-clothed males. They quickly found an interest in the floor.

"Let's go." I insisted, pushing D'Angelo towards the door slightly. He sighed, nodded and grabbed his bag. Pulled me along, up to the front porch of the hosue. She didn't question his mood, but seemed to pick up on it. Shit, it was just some boys. The door opened, and we stepped across a small hall way. There was only one door, and Lilly slipped the key she had in her hand into the lock. The door swung open, to reveal a large, modern family room. I ran in, dropped my bags, and collapsed onto the silver-coloured sofa. I buried my face in one of the soft, blue pillows for a moment, before looking at the rest of the room. Three of the tall walls were painted blue, and the fourth was painted a pretty silver. Apart from the three-seat sofa I had dive-bombed; there were two matching arm chairs either side, turned slightly to face a large plasma screen TV. A kitchenette was to the right corner of the room, a steal fridge and various other metal appliances already in place on the white granite countertops. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined one part of the east wall, where floor-sweeping blue curtains hung there. My eyes zoned in on the spirally stair case. D'Angelo chuckled, coming over to me.

"Your mother and I have a room on the first floor; the top floor is all yours." He told me, grabbing my mothers hand and exiting swiftly – almost impatiently - into their room. I decided I didn't want know, and suddenly hoped the upstairs was sound proof. I jumped up, grabbed my guitar case and other bag, before flitting up the stairs. There was a door at the top – which I nearly ran into – that had a black plaque on the front. Written in blood-red Victorian script, it had 'The Demon Angel's Room' etched onto it. I smirked at the joke, and opened the dark-wooded door.

I stepped in, and my jaw hit the floor. One of the four walls was all windows, with black curtains to the side; another was painted black with white detailed skulls all over it, and the rest were a plain white. A four-poster bed was against the skull wall, with black and white sheets, and a dark grey cloth hanging down from it. A matching bed-side table had a touch lamp and a small alarm clock on it, and a similar coloured dressing table was pushed against the west wall, with a large, gothic looking mirror above it. A soft black rug was spread out across the wooden floor. A massive wardrobe was positioned against the south wall, next to a TV and small white arm-chair. A fury black cushion was rested on the chair. I smiled, but then frowned slightly. Where could I put my guitar? And what had my father done with my piano? The two things I loved most, I couldn't see a single place to put them. I noticed a note was stuck my mirror, so I flitted over, and grabbed it. It was in my father's perfect old-fashioned scrawl.

I know your about to kill me, Angel, but your Piano is here.

Look for the music note, and things will become clear.

"Stupid cryptic arsehole." I muttered. I looked around the room restlessly, until my gaze fell on a well-hidden door. A piece of silver cloth was draped from the ceiling to the floor, hiding the entrance. I could tell it would be totally invisible to human eyes, and I knew that was the point. I eagerly ran over to it. Sure enough, on the door was a silver music note. I opened the door, to find a room with white walls, and a white floor. A two-seat sofa was shoved against a wall, decorated with black cushions, facing a wall lined with books. Three steps lead up to a stage-like area, where my beautiful black piano was, looking flawless as the light reflected against it from a window to the right of me. An empty guitar stand was to the left of the stage, and I raced back into my bedroom, grabbing my guitar and running back, before gently placing it on the stand. I grinned, and slid onto the piano bench. I rested my fingers gently on the keys, before I started to play. I decided on Someone Like You by Adele, and I sang the lyrics at a slightly deeper key, closer to my own ability. I finished the song, and was immediately bored. What else could I do? I left my Music Room and ran through my bedroom, jogging down the spiral stairs. Lilly was humming to herself, making a cup of coffee in a daze.

"Hey mum." I chirped, making her jump.

"Hello, sweetie. What can I do for you?" She smiled.

"Have… We got any blank music sheets?" I asked. Maybe I could compose something.

"I don't know… Ask your father, he brought that sort of stuff over here." I nodded and skipped over to their bedroom door. I knocked.

"Yes, Angel?"

"Damn, how the Hell did you know it was me?" I grumbled.

"I could smell you. The music paper is under your piano." He called.

"How the fuck?"

"Super Vamp Hearing." Lilly said. Dammit!

"Thanks." I yelled, before skipping back up the stairs and up to my beloved piano. Sure enough, there were blank sheets underneath, with the bars on for writing music. I grabbed a pencil, and put a couple of the sheets on the top of the piano. I let my fingers glide across the keys, and now and then I would stop, just to write notes down.

Hey, maybe Forks wouldn't be as bad as I thought it would be.


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