A/N: Chapter 25!

Here is the final chapter from Jasper's POV! As far as I know, Angela will be taking the rest of the story. Hope you like it!

Thank you to idealskeptic and those who reviewed - sorry I couldn't send the Esme outtake to those who used anon/guest, but you can now find it on my blog. Something I forgot to mention - one of the anon reviewers asked if Angela would have an ability. I thought about it, but decided against she wouldn't.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Chapter Twenty-Five: A Lesson in Control

"How did this happen?" Emmett asked, alternating between staring at Angela and looking at me. "Who changed her?"

My jaw clenched at the thought of saying his name aloud. "Aro."

He let out a low whistle. "I bet there are some nut jobs out there who would call that an honour. So how did you two get out?"

I glanced at Angela. During the last two days, I'd talked to her about what she'd missed while under Alec's ability. I didn't want there to be any secrets between us, so I told her everything. Including the fact Aro had let her go because he wanted to punish me. Given the factshe tended not to believe it was my fault, it only seemed to make her angrier with Aro.

We agreed that we would leave the twisted dream Aro had of seeing me, Emmett and Edward join his coven until the family was back together. The last thing I wanted was for them to return home and have the discussion it would bring forth without me. After all, it included me and Angela just as much, and I wanted to make sure no one was left out when we talked about it.

Angela was mostly unsure of telling them under what circumstance we were let go. She thought they would judge her, scared they wouldn't want to help after finding out she had killed four people. I assured her they would, but I could feel how scared she was now.

It was the single reason I was looking at her and not answering Emmett's question. I wanted some kind of confirmation from her.

She went one better.

"Aro let us go one at a time," she said, her eyes downcast. "I was the first to go."

"Is he crazy?" Rosalie demanded. "You could have slaughtered the whole town!"

I let out a low warning as Angela flinched.

"Rose," Emmett snapped. She fell back, looking displeased. Emmett met my eye and silently asked what I could only assume was whether she did kill anyone. I offered the smallest of nods and instantly he reached out to Angela.

"Listen, that man is a manipulative son of a bitch. If he wanted something to happen, you can bet he'd find a way. None of us would stand a chance against him."

She looked at him for the first time. "But, I still...killed them."

"That's on him, not you," he said, firm, but gentle enough to soothe her a little. Then he surprised me by telling her something even I didn't know about.

"When I first slipped up, I'd been a vampire for just under three weeks. Carlisle had taken me out to hunt, when I came across a human scent." He paused then; whatever this memory was, it still felt bitter. "I broke his arm in three places when he tried to hold me back."

I watched as Angela disappeared into herself for a moment or two. When she came back, I could tell she was thinking about her own similar situation.

"How did you get over it?"

"I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn't me. The person that killed all those people was someone else inside." He shrugged and flashed a quick smile. "It's the same for you. The person you are and the person you were are not the same. It's just a little harder to distinguish right now."

I knew there and then I'd made the right choice. It was only now as I watched him do something I couldn't that I knew Emmett would most probably be more help than anyone. He may not have had firsthand experience with newborns, but he was one of the few people who could lighten even the darkest of situations. It was clear from the way Angela's mood picked up that he was doing just that.

"So I'm assuming this is what you need help with?" Rosalie said, taking her attention off Emmett and Angela and tuning it to me.

"Yes, and I'm sorry I waited so long to show you what I needed help with," I told them honestly.

It was Emmett who knocked my apology back. "I can see why you couldn't tell me over the phone."

I nodded and continued. "I know what I'm asking of you, here of all places. You brought me what I asked for, so I wouldn't blame you for leaving."

The pair looked at each other. They were as much a united front as Carlisle and Esme were. If they were going to make a decision, they would do it together.

"We haven't seen you in two years," Rosalie said. "We're staying to help you."

"Let's face it," Emmett interjected. "If we go home now, I'd bet anything Esme would be waiting at the airport to send us right back."

"We can't stay here, though," Rosalie went on. "I don't know if you are trying to sugar coat things on purpose, but it would take maybe two minutes to get to that village and we all know it."

Rosalie's bluntness was as forward as ever. She didn't exactly care if she upset anyone, it wasn't in her nature, but a lot of the time, she was exactly right. We couldn't stay here, and I'd never planned for us to, either. I'd been thinking of places for us to go every day, and there was really only one place I could think of.

"The Alps should provide the cover we need," I said. "We just have to find somewhere suitable that humans can't reach."

"I'm on it," Emmett said and started tapping away at his phone.

"We could use the car to travel," Angela said, joining us. "At least as far as we could take it."

Rosalie and I nodded simultaneously. "There must be some place we could leave it until Emmett and I drive back," she added. "There will be a fine, but it's not like we can't afford it."

She smirked and went over to Emmett to peer over his shoulder. I felt marginally better now we had something of a plan. I didn't care where we went, so long as Angela felt safe and there was a suitable hunting ground.

"I think I found somewhere," Emmett announced a few minutes later. From the intrigue I was getting from the two of them, I knew it was good. "Parco Naturale Regionale Adamello. According to the website, it sits on land stretching 51,000 hectares. I had a look at some maps and there are a few places surrounded by mountains. Any human would have to be insane to even attempt it."

"It sounds good to me." Angela answered for the both of us. Now we had a name, she wanted to leave, and so did I.

"Emmett, you can keep searching to see what animals we might find up there." I looked at Rosalie. "For now, we should get moving. It's at least a three hour drive, and I'd rather search for this place in the dark than risk being seen in the daylight."

"Let's get moving, then," she said and nudged her husband into action. "We'll bring the car as close as we can."

We agreed, and a moment later they were gone as quickly as they came.

"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," Angela admitted. "You know, people were scared of Emmett at school. He's nothing like my first impression of him."

"Rosalie isn't as bad as she tries to make out, either," I said, picking up on the words left unspoken. "She just takes a little longer to come around to new people."

Angela thought it over for a moment. "Do you think she will come around soon?"

"She will," I assured her. "It took nearly a month to let her guard down around me, but Alice? It was only a few days. I think she trusts females far quicker than she does men, especially ones covered in battle scars."

I knew where that originated from, of course, but like Esme's story, it wasn't mine to share. My phone went off, signifying they were ready. I checked the direction, and once our hands were joined, we were off.

"So, what about Emmett? When did he let his guard down?"

"About twenty minutes after I arrived," I told her. The memory elicited a smile. "He introduced himself and asked if I wanted to wrestle."

"Wrestle?" she echoed, amused.

I inclined my head. "Apparently no one else was willing. Honestly, I think he was just trying to put me at ease."

"He's good at that," she replied thoughtfully. We walked at a human pace for a while, only speaking when I told her we were getting close.

"You don't have to hold my hand when we're with them." She held back, making me face her. "It's not that I don't want them to know, I just...I want it to be between the two of us a little while longer. You don't mind, do you?"

I shook my head; in all honesty, what we had together was so new that I didn't want to share it with anyone else, anyway. I liked that we were the only ones who knew about us, so I told her exactly that. It was only a minute later that we came across their scent, and Angela duly let go of my hand. The road they'd parked on was relatively quiet in terms of nearby houses, and we were able to get in the car with ease.

It struck me as I settled that I could still smell Angela's human scent lingering in the air. The rush of nostalgia was surprising, but Angela's reaction was far bigger. She suddenly held her breath, her knuckles turning white as she fisted her hands.

I leaned across the chair to see her better. "You can smell that, can't you?"

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Emmett asked me as Angela nodded.

"That she's thirsty because of her own human scent?" I gave him a pointed look. "Yeah."

Angela's eyes widened a fraction. "This is what I smelt like to you?" she asked weakly, and soon enough she was lost in her own thoughts, leaving Emmett and I to continue on the subject.

"Is that possible? To actually make yourself thirsty?"

"It's possible," Rosalie said, and for a long time, she didn't elaborate. "I never came in contact with my human scent, but I imagine I would have had a similar reaction. Emmett's the same as I am, but, Jasper, you remained in the clothes you were turned in. You were in contact with it straight away, which could be a factor as to why newborns are so thirsty the moment they open their eyes."

It was certainly a theory, but from the tone of Rosalie's voice, it was clear she didn't want us to explore it any further. The clothes Carlisle found her in were destroyed, and the subject only reminded her. My ability clarified it. I chose not to make it obvious, and simply didn't reply. Emmett understood, even more than I did, and was soon focusing on his phone once again.

So I took to staring out the window. The drive was going to be long - a couple of hours more at the least. I studied Angela's emotions when I wasn't able to look at her. She was mostly just confused, and I pondered whether she was still thinking about her human scent. Even in its weak form, it was still intoxicating, yet as hard as it had been in the past month, there was a small part of me that would miss it.

Or was I simply going to miss Angela's human self? I couldn't be sure which, though I knew I wouldn't trade between the two. Now that Angela was a vampire, it made things easier in terms of being around her, and in a safe world, our time together would be unlimited. It was strange that it hadn't occurred to me how much I wanted it until it suddenly became possible.

"You're in for some luck, newbie," Emmett exclaimed, interrupting my thoughts. "You'll be hunting bear. They're the best kind."

"I'm going to hunt bear?" she asked, clearly distracted. "Do they taste better?"

"Marginally," Rosalie replied dryly before Emmett could respond. She and I both knew Emmett had the proclivity to make hunting bear far better than it really was. The last thing I wanted was for Angela's hopes to rise, thinking she'd find something better to hunt. Rosalie wasn't far off when she said the difference was marginal. If the bear hadn't fed on meat in a while, you could barely taste the difference.

"So why am I in luck?"

"Because they will be extra irritable this time of year," he replied as though it explained everything. I smirked slightly as Rosalie looked at Angela in the rear view mirror.

"You'll have to excuse my oaf of a husband, Angela. He likes to play with his food."

"Don't listen to her," he mock whispered, then went on to roll his eyes. Angela grinned, her confusion dispersing. "She doesn't like bears the way I do."

"That would be because you were nearly mauled to death by one," she shot back, exasperated. It was an argument they'd had many times before. Rosalie hated them, and though she didn't say it, the thought of him dying back then scared her to death. It was a conclusion I'd come to myself, that she couldn't watch him aggravate a bear in front of her. The fear was irrational - no animal could ever do him harm, but love made even the impossible something to worry about.

"Was that why you became a vampire?" Angela inquired, shocked, I supposed, as anyone who had never come in contract with a bear would be.

For the next hour, Emmett told her everything he could remember about his human life, explaining the bear attack and how, back then, it wasn't all that uncommon. Angela was completely enthralled, asking questions when the opportunity arose. He was, I soon realised, the only vampire in the car who could willingly talk about any aspect of his past.

He kept the atmosphere light, right up until we reached the Alps. By that point, the list of things to thank him for had grown even longer.

Rosalie circled the area until a suitable place to park came up. We took everything with us, leaving nothing in case anything happened to the car while we were gone. The night sky was as dark as ever as we rushed towards the mountains. Angela stuck close to me, holding her breath even when we were so far in there was no chance we'd come in contact with a human.

We came across it maybe an hour or so later. Being so deep in the mountains, it was the most astounding natural beauty I'd ever come across. On all sides, mountains rose up, the valley in the middle stretching far and wide. Trees filled the centre, with a large lake dividing it into two halves. Even in the dark and without a proper scout of the area, I knew this would become our home for the coming year.

The four of us travelled together for a while longer until we reached level ground. We split up then, Rosalie and Emmett taking the outside route, while Angela and I made our way to the lake. It was our designated place to meet once they'd decided whether or not it was a suitable place for us to stay.

Angela took my hand the first chance she got, and we remained hand in hand all the way to our destination. I only let go to leave the bags by a nearby tree, then joined her at the edge of the lake.

"What do you think?" I asked, slipping an arm around her shoulder.

"It's perfect," she said, taking it all in. "Can we stay here?"

I pulled her closer, burying my face in her hair and closing my eyes. "I hope so."

Emmett and Rosalie had been with us nearly a week. In that time, we'd set up a kind of base, distinguished where we would find the best hunt, and worked out what our hunting process was going to be. Only three people would hunt at any one time – or alone, if Angela weren't with us.

Angela, on the other hand, always had a hunting partner. Even though it was almost impossible to come across humans, she still asked one of us to stay close. More often than not, I was the one who remained on watch while she hunted.

In between hunts, Rosalie introduced a series of activities I would never have associated with newborn vampires. She helped Angela to determine her speed, and work out what was a human speed and what wasn't. Angela's definition was still too fast.

The most productive was a throw and catch game. Angela would pair up with someone, and throw and catch rocks. It was a simple and harmless way for her to grow accustomed to her own strength and work out how much force to exert. More often than not, the rock would end up crumbling in her hand, but with an unlimited supply, the game continued.

When they started distancing themselves and throwing the rocks further, it soon turned into a competition. At least, it did for them. Emmett was always joking around and making Angela laugh. Even Rosalie was enjoying herself, yet my mind was too preoccupied to join in.

I'd spent the last two and a half years in a dark place, and the switch between that and suddenly having fun was a hard one, especially when there was so much else to think about.

It was on their fourth day with us they dropped the news. I noticed the hints in their behaviour, and concluded there was something they weren't telling me. I didn't press them because there were things Angela and I hadn't told them.

I never expected their secret to be the Volturi visiting them in America.

As they told us, Angela and I merely stared at them, frozen with undoubtedly hundreds of thoughts racing through our minds.

"They came a little over a month ago." Emmett spoke first. "There were five of them - the tracker, Felix, the witch twins and some kid Carlisle or Eleazar didn't recognise."

Angela picked up on the name she didn't recognise. "Who's Eleazar?"

"He's part of a coven similar to ours," Rosalie clarified. "They were visiting with us at the time, which could be why the Volturi left without causing too much drama. Eleazar seemed to think they were checking up on us."

The two of them then looked at me, but I couldn't find the words. My voice had deserted me completely. Though I didn't want to confirm it, I had a feeling Eleazar was right. They wouldn't have attacked, not after the way Aro spoke of his dreams. They were there to investigate what Aro had seem in my memories. The fact we were a big coven was quite an anomaly in the vampire world, not forgetting the fact Bella had been pregnant with Edward's child. There was no telling if that had ever happened before.

If there was one thing the Volturi liked, it was to see something firsthand.

"That's not all." I looked at Emmett sharply, who glanced at Rosalie with a cautious approach. "The new kid seemed to have an ability to cut off other abilities. It wasn't much, but Edward was able to catch a few glimpses..."

Emmett didn't continue, yet the look on his face made it clear this was something I'd wanted to hear. Or maybe I didn't, but I had to, anyway.

"What did he see?" I demanded evenly.

Rosalie let out a low breath. "He saw them destroying Maria's army."

I took a step back; what little oxygen I had left now forced from my body. They went after Maria, too? Everything I'd been a part of...he'd targeted them all. I only had to hope that Peter and Charlotte were safe from his reach. Like Maria, neither of them had anything Aro wanted.

Rosalie was trying to say something, but I didn't stick around to listen. Some people would have sought more answers, but I'd heard everything I needed to. I went far enough so they wouldn't hear me, then sat down and buried my face in open palms.

A month ago I was still travelling to see Angela, which meant he'd decided to do this before I even returned. Had we passed by them unaware? All that time, my family had no clue why the Volturi were visiting them. Having seen them destroying Maria's army, their visit must have been terrifying - and what of Maria? Was she even alive? Or had I sentenced my creator to death?

I felt every new consequence being added to the list, one after another with each new person it involved. Emmett and Edward still didn't know that Aro wanted them, too. What would that do to them? To know a price tag was placed on their heads.

I sat for another few minutes, hating the Volturi more and more, and hating my own decisions just as much. I sat until I wasn't alone any longer. I looked up to see Rosalie standing before me.

"Snap out of it," she said brusquely. I recognised her approach all too well, and this time, it only seemed to incense me.

"I'm not after a pity party, Rose," I snapped. "These problems are real; I can't just snap out of it because you say so."

"They're also in the past," she shot back. "Regardless of how real they are, you need to get over it and focus on what's right in front of you. If you blame yourself for what happened to Angela, then do something to balance it out."

After a moment of held gaze, I was the first to look away. Edward always had a problem with the way Rosalie dealt with things, whereas I used to side with her because in the end, she was most always on the right path. This was no exception, except it wasn't so easy to admit now it was directed at me.

The first sign of getting better was to acknowledge you had a problem. The only issue with that was I'd been telling myself the same thing for years. I knew I dwelled on what I'd done to others too much sometimes, but after all this time, I was stuck in my ways.

Rosalie sighed, and soon after, she took the spot beside me. "I'm sorry."

I glanced at her. "Sorry for what?"

I knew she wasn't apologising for what she said - Rosalie didn't say sorry when she knew she was right, and this instance was no different.

"I'm sorry for the fact, despite everything I said, I know you won't let this go," she replied simply. "You need to try, though, Jasper. She knows where your head's at, and it isn't helping her improve."

"How do I change?" I said, noticing how the tables had so suddenly turned. "It's all I can think about sometimes."

"You need to focus on the present." She looked ahead of us distantly. "You know, I let him darken my thoughts for nearly a decade. I let him come between Emmett and me. Don't make the same mistake I did."

It wasn't often she mentioned Royce, not so openly like this. She only ever brought him up when she had something important to get across. So I used her pause to think about what she said. I hadn't been around when she dealt with the aftermath of what happened, but there was no denying the similarities.

The Volturi were weighing on nearly all of my thoughts, and there were times when I'd allowed them to taint the way I was around Angela. That was plain to see. What Rosalie hadn't said was it hurt Angela whenever she saw me like that.

"There will come a point when it won't be so hard," she said, getting to her feet. It was clear our talk was over.

"When's that?" I asked, not expecting a definite answer.

Yet she had one. "When she makes you happy," she replied, and then she walked away without saying another word.

As each new day came, I tried to do as Rosalie suggested and focus on the present. It wasn't easy. The vampire mind was vast and complex, meaning you could be thinking about a number of different things at any one time, and that only made it harder for me to concentrate on just the one. It was clear both Rosalie and Emmett knew of my attempts, and did their best to subtly include me in their games.

There were times when I got the impression Rosalie was giving Angela and I time alone. Her hints weren't obvious enough to indicate she knew we were together. I didn't feel it in her emotions, either, and that was always the first place to look if I thought she was catching on. It was as though she simply thought it was what we needed - and it was, of course.

When we were alone, it was far easier to focus on her and not think about the bad things that plagued my thoughts.

"A penny for them," Angela said while she draped her wet shirt over a tree branch. She'd been down by the lake washing out various stains she'd come across. Apparently I hadn't moved or responded since she'd started.

"I'm just thinking about the way they keep giving us time alone."

Her eyebrows rose. "Do you think they know?"

I shook my head, swiftly pulling her into my lap when she wandered over. "Emmett would have said something by now," I assured her. "I think they know I find it easier not to dwell on things when I'm with you."

I tightened my arms around her, resting my chin on her shoulder. We sat quietly, her fingers slipping under my sleeve to trace circles across my arm.

"I'm trying," I said a while later. "I want to focus on right now instead of constantly worrying how I will keep you and my family safe."

She shifted a little so she could face me. "You are keeping me safe, Jasper."

When she finished, I reached up and cupped her cheek. We were both so tentative around each other, considering how new our relationship was, but it was slowly starting to evolve. Every moment alone was spent close together, hand in hand of pressed against skin. Whenever I kissed her, it awoke feelings I'd assumed were long forgotten, and slowly we started to deepen our embraces.

We never went far, and I suppose we never could while Rosalie and Emmett were close by. A lesson in control, Angela called it. A very different one to all the others, but one we could both take part in nonetheless.

"I like this place," Angela said idly just as dawn was breaking. "It's nice and quiet; just how I like it."

My eyes flickered open at the sound of her voice. For the last few hours, we hadn't felt the need to talk. With Angela on my lap, one arm around her while the other sat loosely across her thigh, I hadn't needed anything more.

"You'll like it with the Cullens, then," I told her, thinking of the various places we lived in the last few decades. "They always find a quiet area to live."

"Even with Emmett around?" she asked, amusement touching her tone.

"Don't let him hear you say that. It'll give him a free pass to tease you," I warned in mock seriousness before sobering again. "Emmett is actually the easiest person to be around. With seven people under the same roof, it could get a little...overwhelming sometimes."

"Because of your ability?" she guessed, sitting up.

I nodded. "It's a little too much, at times. I like my peace and quiet, too."

"Well, it's a good thing you've got me, then," she said with a smile, and leant forward to press a kiss to my cheek.

A little while later, we reluctantly left our spot and waited for the others to return, knowing it wouldn't be long. They arrived not half an hour later, so I took a seat under a shaded tree and watched the morning unfold. There really wasn't much to do in such a remote place as this, and the girls soon headed down to the lake to discuss the things Rosalie would leave behind. When they started talking about clothes, I zoned out and watched Emmett throw stones across the clearing.

Soon enough, the pair returned. "Angela and I are heading out," Rosalie said, making it clear neither Emmet nor I were to come. It was the first time the two of them were going anywhere together, and I was surprised enough not to say a word as Emmett waved them off. I could only watch them going, taking in the gentle shimmer of light coming off Angela's skin.

The first time she'd seen herself in sunlight was our first morning in the valley. The sun had come up early, and for nearly an hour, she stood and marvelled at the changes. I knew then, and even more now that she was mesmerising, and just like Alice, she turned something I avoided into something beautiful.

We'd been alone for maybe a minute when Emmett got up and dropped into the space beside me. "She'll be fine."

"What?" I asked absently, still watching the place they went out of sight.

"Angela," he clarified. "Rose will look after her. Even if we were in that place you holed up when you were waiting for us. She would have kept Angela safe."

I finally focused on Emmett. "I know she will."

There was no way to explain my uneasiness of seeing them leave without us, but I appreciated Emmett's attempts to make me feel better.

"I get it, you know," he said. "Carlisle was the same when I went out with Rose. He always used to come along, so it was hard to let us go alone. Plus he was protective of his girls, and letting her go off with a big newborn like me...you can imagine the rest."

The latter part made me smile. He still was very protective of his girls. It wasn't hard to imagine that the little girl they'd shown me pictures of had soon slipped into the category, too. Carlisle was a father in every sense but one, and nothing would change that.

"I'm guessing you're the one helping her change," he went on unexpectedly. I bristled, half expecting one of his jokes. Instead, he let out a laugh. "Carlisle had to help with mine. Not the kind of help I would have hoped for, but he wouldn't let Rose or Esme near me. But come on, can you blame a guy for enjoying pretty women trying to remove his clothes?"

He nudged me with his shoulder, grinning like a schoolboy. I rolled my eyes in response. "The same pretty woman you now refer to as your mother."

"Semantics," he replied, shrugging. "You can't judge my addled, newborn brain."

"And yet you still find the thought amusing," I said wryly, watching his eyes narrow.

"I see you haven't lost your sarcasm," he muttered, and grumbled something I couldn't decipher. I smirked, knowing he'd see it. Emmett always had a way of eliciting those kinds of remarks out of me. It was probably why, as far as being brothers went, we were the closest. A lot of the time, things like this led to some kind of fight. It was a way for Emmett to come out on top by using his strength.

It rarely worked, of course, but I couldn't sense that happening now. There was something he wanted to discuss; I could feel it. When it came down to talking about something, Emmett was as subtle in his approach as Rosalie was direct. He was also just as obvious.

"You know, I was thinking...Rose and I will be going in just over a week, and you haven't really hunted with Angela yet."

So that was it, I thought.

"I know you want to keep an eye on her, and everything," he continued in his matter of fact voice. "But you can't starve yourself."

"I'm not starving myself," I retorted.

He looked at my dubiously. "It kind of looks like it from here."

"I've gone a lot longer with a lot less," I said - and I had. I certainly wasn't trying to starve myself, regardless of what he might have thought. There wasn't much of a simple answer as to why I wasn't hunting, though. I wasn't as thirsty out here, and I preferred to let Angela have free range. When I was alone with Alice, I hadn't hunted often then, either. I hadn't needed to.

Yet I kept quiet. Anything I did say would sound like an excuse...and maybe it was, but for something I couldn't see.

"You don't need to test your limits..."

I sighed. There was no convincing him. "I told Angela you were the easiest person to spend time with. Are you trying to make me retract that statement?"

Emmett's expression remained resolute, but his emotions said something else. My comment made him happy, like a child at Christmas. I suppressed a smile. It was nice to know a few simple words could make him feel better.

"I'm just saying-" He held up his hands in mock surrender. "-nothing bad will happen while you turn your back to hunt."

There was a pause, and then Emmett added, "If you don't at least say you're going to try, I'll have no choice but to send Rose out here to talk to you."

Having already been on the receiving end of one of her talks, I didn't want another. "Fine," I said begrudgingly. "Next time she goes hunting, I'll go with her."

"And actually feed?" he pressed, to which I raised an incredulous eyebrow. He grinned and settled down, satisfied that I would do as he requested.

With nothing but the natural sounds around us, I was able to close my eyes for a while. I could feel exactly what I told Angela about spending time with Emmett. Right up until he nudged me again. I opened my eyes to his grinning face.

"I like spending time with you, too," he said lightly, and was still smiling to himself when Rosalie and Angela returned an hour later.

A/N: Let me know what you think!

While the location they are staying in is real, the fact that it is inaccessible to humans is something I added myself. For the sake of the story, you'll have to imagine that it is. I'll be adding some pictures I found to my blog soon.

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