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Angel P.O.V

I led Edward up the spiralling stairs, and saw him smirk at the 'The Demon Angel's room' plaque on my door. We walked through my room in silence, and before I opened the door to my heaven, I turned to him, dodging his smoldering eyes.

"Don't laugh, 'k?"

"Of course not - I would never." He said sincerely. I made the mistake of looking into his eyes, and bit my bottom lip as he stared back at me carefully. After a minuet or so, I ducked my head, blood rushing to my cheeks, and pushed open the door.

Without looking at him, I walked over to the set of chairs in the corner. I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard the keys on my piano being plucked delicately. I whirled, to see Edward sitting on bench, playing keys in an elegant order.

"You play?" I assumed. He nodded, his fingers stilling. "Don't stop." I whispered, walking over and sitting down next to him.

"Why don't... You join in?" He suggested, as fingers resumed their gliding. I rested my small hands on the keys, a little lower than himself, and we played in harmony. After a while, I looked up at Edward, to find him watching me. Both of us stopped playing, and we leant forward, his cold lips crashing against mine.

A voice in the back of my head was yelling, insisting that what I was doing was wrong - after all, I was not only six-years-old, but he could be well over one hundred - but it was bliss. Eventually, I found reasoning, and as Edward's hands wrapped around my waist, practically yanking me closer to him, I pulled back abrutly.

His eyes were black with lust.

"We - We should probably work on the homework, n-now." I stuttered. He nodded, seemingly out of unneeded breath.


Edward P.O.V

What was I thinking? I could've lost control. I could've killed her. Not to mention, that I had met her less that three hours ago, and she's human. A human who was entirely mute to me.

No sound.

Nothing.

I. Can't. Read. Her. Mind.

But, I felt a connection with her, and I nearly jumped for joy when we were assigned that homework.

We worked in awkward, almost-silence, and everytime Angel avoided my eyes, I felt my undead heart break a little it more.

We finished the project an hour later, and Angel still wouldn't look at me. She reached out to pick up her science book, but my hand unconsciously reached out and grabbed her wrist delicately.

"Angel, I'm sorry..." I whispered, as if my words could break her.

She giggled quietly, and I raised an eyebrow. "It's fine- just... Weird. I'm not used to that sort of thing. I've been home-schooled until now, and I've not really mixed with boys - especially ones with a face like yours." She confessed.

I was about to respond, but I heard a door open and someone come into the house. "Angelica Faye Night! Please do not tell me your father let you drive that death trap of a motorbike to school!" A female yelled. Angel giggled.

"Maybe he did, mother, maybe he didn't." She responded.

"Well, I also see another car in the drive way. If you've brought a boy back on the first day-"

"Dad will kill me, I know. I'm coming down stairs." Angel interuppted, before she grabbed my wrist and dragged me along. We jogged down the stairs, to see her mother standing there, hands on hips, and a stern expression on her face. She seamed to study me carefully, before sending a glare towards Angel.

"Who's this?"

"Edward Cullen. My lab partner we've got homework, and we were just working on it. Edward, this is my mother, Lilly." Angel insisted. I resisted the urge to grin, and ran a hand through my hair.

"Nice to meet you." I offered politely.

Lilly looked at the two of us, before something knowing sparked in her eyes, and I came across another annoying fact.

Lilly was, just like her daughter, unreadable.

"Well, if your done, he better get going before your father gets home. As kind as he is, your still his little girl." Lilly hummed, before dissapearing into a room to the side. I could hear her tidying things up.

"C'mon, I'll show you out. Sorry about that, by the way." Angelica said, as I followed her to the door.

"No, it's fine." I reassured her, steppig outside. I was about to leave, but I turned around, and (I swear to whatever God their is I didn't have control of my limbs) gave Angel a sweet peck on the lips.

It was officially my duty, I decided, to make Angel Night, my Angel.


D'Angelo P.O.V

Later That Night

Just as I was about to attack a fleeting deer, something slammed into to me from the right. From the scent, I instantly recognised it as another vampire, and I wrestled with him, trying to get away, until' another pair of hands grabbed my right arm, yanking me back and holding me still. I didn't struggle, but did look around at my captors. Seven vampire, five of which looked like teenagers, surrounded me. A tall, muscular one held my left arm, and a smaller, blonde boy had my other.

"Boys, let him go." A blonde male instructed. He must be the leader of the coven. The two vampires let go of my arms, but stayed close. "I am Carlisle Cullen. This is my family. Please, tell me what your buisness here is?" Was this guy for real?

"... I came here to live... With my wife and daughter. I'm D'Angelo James Night." I noticed a bronze haired boy stiffen at the mention of my last name.

"Are your family vampires, also?" Carlisle asked.

"Whats it to you?" I snapped. I didn't want to tell them this - it could endanger Lilly and Angel.

"We won't hurt them - We just need to know. We have a treaty with a local pack of wolves. You being here could start a war."

"I am the only vampire - my wife is a Witch, and my daughter a hybrid." I told them after a minuet or so of silence.

"Your - Your Angelica's father." The bronze haired one assumed.

I stiffened. "Yes. How do you know this?" He stayed quiet, and I growled.

"Hey, it's not like that! We're lab partners. I've met your wife - I had to work with Angel after school, on a project." He said in defence.

A narrowed my eyes. "Why don't I believe that it's 'Not like that'?"

"Would she... Know that I'm a vampire by meeting me?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Of course she would. She's half vampire herself." I said. "She's also only been alive for six years." I said casually. His eyes grew wide.

"What?"

"As a dhampir, she grew up and matured quicker than a normal human."

"Why wouldn't she tell me..." He whispered.

"The same reason you didn't tell her we're vampires." Carlisle said, joining the conversation. Then I realised something...

"You would not have acted like that around her unless..." I paused, my eyes narrowing, "You mated with my daughter." I growled. Now we had everyones attention.

"Look - Your daughter's beautiful, she's amazing, and I would never do anything to hurt her."

"You know... I don't even know your name."

"Sorry sir, I'm Edward."

"D'Angelo, would you mind if we met your family, just so that we can maybe... call a truce. After all, if what you say about Edward and your daughter is true, we can't just hate eachother." Carlisle said. I nodded reluctantly.

"Angel's probably asleep. I'll give them a call." I told them, before I pulled my phone from my pocket and speed dialed Lilly-Anne.

"D'Lo, I thought you were hunting? What happened?" I glanced around at the coven surrounding me.

"I ran into trouble." I told her.

"It must be trouble, your not acting younger than Angel." I rolled my eyes.

"It seems I'm not the only vampire here. The coven want to talk. Aparently, you met one of them." I said. Lilly was quiet.

"Possibly two. Doctor Carlisle Cullen works with me at the hospital. I also met Edward Cullen earlier."

I covered the phone speaker with my hand. "Your a bloody doctor?" I asked, impressed. Carlisle smiled smugly.

"It seems I work with your wife. Lilly-Anne, I presume." I nodded, and returned to my call.

"Look, we're coming back to our place. Get Angel up. I love you." I told her.

"I love you too. Why must you make me get her up. She's just gonna yell and then ignore me."

"Yeah, that's one of the reasons I am always wondering why we called her Angel." I grumbled, hanging up.

"How about only me, Esme and Edward come, It'll me easier." Carlisle said. I nodded, and watched as the rest of the coven reluctantly left.

"Well, follow me, and you can meet the family." I muttered, and ran off. I could hear them runn ng at a near-silent pace, slightly behind me. When we arrived, a chuckled upon hearing profanties.

"Angel, come on!"

"No, I'm fucking tired!" My daughter yelled.

"Angelica! Don't swear!" Lilly shouted back.

"Let me sleep!" Angel growled. I opened the door, and walked in, the vampires following me. My wife was stood at the foot of the stairs, hands on hips, and hair up in a messy bun. She was wearing a tight, short-sleeed white top with baggy purple trousers.

"D'Angelo, can you try to get her down here?" She breathed, turning to face me. She was totally unphased by the people behind me. I hesitated, but then nodded.

"Angel, if you don't come down, I will take away your Ducati for three months." I threatened.

"Nope." She yelled, her voice thick with sleep.

"Some Angel you are." I muttered, making Lilly laugh.

"Just go and get her." She told me, sighing. I ran up the staircase and kicked open her door. Angel yelped, and I grinned, swinging her over my shoulder and carrying her downstairs.

She kicked and punched, but I just chuckled and dumped her onto the sofa. She landed upside down, and glared at me.

Then she pouted.

And I melted.

I could hear my wife introducing herself to the three vampires, but I watched as my daughter pulled her best puppy dog face, slowly feeling a Hell of lot more guilty for getting her up.

Just as I was about to let her go back to bed, Lilly came over.

"Don't do that to your father, Angel. Oh, and by the way, Edward's over there." The reaction was priceless. In less that a second, Angel was sitting upright on the sofa, hands in her lap, and her face the picture of innocence.

"Do what, mother?" She asked, her Londoner's accent strong and polite.

"Oh for the love of God..." I moaned.

I could hear the Cullen's chuckling.

Stupid, Demonotic Angel.


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