Hello readers! I must begin this chapter with another apology for not updating. I was at camp and unable to update, and did, indeed, forget to before I left. These past two weeks must have been AGONY for you. :-P. BUT; I have lots of ideas for this story now, and the updates should be coming faster. As of the last chapter, things will start speeding up and getting a lot more interesting. The last few have been rather boring. Just keep with the story, I promise it will be getting better. Thanks so much for sticking to it! Oh, and one more special note, HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVIE!! It's her birthday today, much love to her. Enjoy the chapter, all of you!

Chapter 12: 10 O' Clock

The moment Mark was out the door, following Becky, I became aware that I was now alone with the Cullens. The first thing I did was dash to the closet to change, both in outfit and physical looks.

The rest of the guard was not allowed to know that Mark had went out with Becky, in order to prevent a commotion about it. Therefore, I had to wear Mark's uniform and change my appearance to look like him. I was not excited in the least. However, I was glad that the shift was only for half an hour when I found out who I would be working with. Jane.

Just thinking of her sent a shudder down my spine. I loathed that girl, I loathed everything about her. Especially her power. I never used it myself, she used it enough to cover for the both of us.

In the closet, I made myself a guy (already, I felt uncomfortable) then put a mental image of Mark in my mind. I gazed into the mirror as my image changed then quickly put on Mark's uniform and cape. As him, I was already feeling my mind losing some intellect. But my head did feel much lighter as him and some of the heavy weights balancing on my shoulders lifted a small bit.

There was a knock on the door of the suite as I walked out of the closet. "Come in," I said in my regular voice. The Cullens turned around, their faces suddenly became perplexed. Marcus glided through the door. Upon seeing me (Mark) his face, too, suddenly showed a confused expression.

"Mark? I though you were out with Becky..." he trailed of, his stuttering voice made it hard not to laugh.

"Marcus, it's me," I explained, quickly changing back to myself then to Mark again. "Bella."

"Oh," Marcus, staring at my appearance up and down. "Nice job," he praised my power use. I smiled the goofy smile Mark usually did.

"Thank you, but what are you doing here?" I asked as I approached the computer and grabbed my cell phone. Marcus answered me in his head.

Aro was afraid that if the Cullens were left alone with you, you might try and break the agreement. I grimaced and gave a stiff nod. Quickly, I sent Mark a text.

Are you out of the building yet? I asked. I couldn't leave the suite until he was out, just incase we came across someone and they realized that there were two Mark's. And, personally, I thought one of them was enough.

Just left. Good luck. He sent back a few moments later.

You too, was the last thing I sent to him. "Alright, I'm out of here," I announced to Marcus. With a quick wink from him, I headed out the door and the rest of the night unfolded itself.

30 Minutes Later

Half and hour later I reentered the suite and pressed my back against the door, relieved it was all over.

"That bad?" Marcus asked, he was leaning against the study door. Glaring at him, I stalked over towards the closet door wordlessly and slammed the door behind me. I'll take that as a yes. He thought.

I changed back into Bella again and put on my clothes, discarding Mark's into a hamper. I left the closet feeling refreshed and a hell of a lot smarter. Checking my watch, I realized it was only eight forty-five. One hour and fifteen minute left until ten, and I was getting more and more impatient.

BPOV (Becky)

Mark was up to something and I was getting suspicious. The entire car ride he seemed... giddy. At the slightest touch he would jump. I touched his arm in the car and he jolted out of his seat for a moment before looking at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly.

"Nothing," he said a little to quickly. I gave him a disbelieving look. He took my hand in his and kissed it. I smiled at the small interaction. Mark had that effect on me.

After being in the car for a good thirty minutes, Mark stopped. We were somewhere in the country where miles and miles of grass and lights in the distance could be seen. "What are we doing here?" I questioned.

He smiled my favorite smile, the one that made him look like a naive little kid. And tugged my hand forward. I followed him.

Mark had pulled the car onto a bank and we started walking up it. When we got to the top, I could slightly see something in the distance. Without warning, Mark scooped me up bridal style and started running. We stopped without moments.

As he put me down, I snapped, "What did you do that for?!"

"I didn't want you to get your dressed ruined," he answered, placing his hand on my cheek.

I smiled and kissed his cheek sweetly. It was nice of him to think of my concerns of my dress.

"Shall we?" he asked, holding out his arm behind him. I finally looked at what was around us and gasped.

There was a wine bottle, full of blood was my guess, sitting on a blanket that was laid out across the ground. A small CD player was sitting there. With a burst of recognition, I realized that this was a repeat of the very first date Mark ever took me on.

I stared up at Mark with a bright grin, tears forming in my topaz eyes. He gave me a soft smile and sat down on the blanket, bringing me down with him.

We laid down and stared up at the sky, I curled up at Mark's side and rested my head on his broad chest.

The stars were glistening ahead, I could see several constellations. There was no moon that night, so the were as clear as ever. In the city, you couldn't really see them but out in the darkness they watched you and twinkled above.

After a while, Mark whispered, "Look at the clock tower."

I propped myself up on my elbow so I could see it. It read nine forty. But right over it, a line of light flew over it. "A shooting star!" I awed, like a little child. I gazed down at Mark excitedly. "Mark, did you see it?!"

He chuckled then nodded, lifting himself up slightly so he could press his lips to mine. I rolled onto my back and he hovered me. Slowly, the kiss ended.

"Dance with me?" he asked. Before I could even answer, he was standing and pulling me up with him. With his foot he pressed the play button smoothly and then wrapped his arms around me. I placed my head on his chest again and put my arms around his neck. A few songs later I finally recognized one and started to giggle. It was our song.

It wasn't a song that was playing when we had our first kiss. As a matter of fact, it was actually a random song that had been playing on at a random time.

It was called The Rose. I guess what really made it ours is that Mark once gave me a bouquet of a dozen roses and told me that he would love me until the very last one died. What I didn't know was that one of the roses was fake, and didn't until a week later when there was one in a vase that still looked perfect. Therefore, our song was created.

We swayed back and forth slowly on a blanket, underneath the stars. As the song ended, the clock donned in the distance. 10 o' clock.

BPOV (Bella)

I was sitting in the study, reading, when the clock tower in the town center chimed ten. I welcomed the darkness of a vision as it surrounded me.

Mark was dancing with Becky. He let out a sigh before stepping back.

"Mark?" Becky asked, perplexed. He looked at her with sparkling, loving, golden eyes. He took her hands in his and then got down on one knee.

"Becky," he proclaimed, "you are a rose in a bush of thorns. You are a shooting star in a dark sky. Your heart is gold and pure. Even though it isn't beating, it isn't dead because you still have the ability to love me."

"Mark..." she breathed, tears forming in her eyes. He squeezed her hands.

"I love you more then anything and would do anything for you. I would give the world to you if I could. I can be stupid and do stupid things sometimes, but I only do what I think is best for you. Becky," he whispered, taking a small, black velvet box out of a tuxedo jacket and opening slowly, "will you marry me?"

The vision ended.