A/N: I'm terribly sorry about the delay with this chapter but I have been struggling to write this one next to the prologue this chapter has been one of the hardest I have written please read and review. I am also still updating the layout in all the previouse chapters.

I woke up to a new day and hopefully a bit more entertaining.

Deangelo had been very open about his past or at least I hoped he had been open.

I got out into a shower and when I re-entered my room I found a somewhat proud and arrogant Deangelo standing in my doorway.

"What do the masters want now?"

"Nothing." I raised an eyebrow at him and carried on walking to the wardrobe.

"You want to put something hard wearing on." I turned around to look at him.

"Are you planning something?"

"Maybe."

"Am I going to get a proper answer?"

"Maybe." I huffed and grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I walked over to the screen in the corner and got dressed.

"So what's going on?" I walked around the screen and watched said troublesome vampire open the door.

"Lets get to the kitchen first."He pointed at me with a smile. "You need breakfast first."

I stood in the middle of the room and watched as he walked towards the door. Were they letting me out of my room?

"I've not got all day Bella." I smiled and started following Deangelo. We were headed to the kitchen.

When we got to the kitchen I was surprised to find the room empty. I looked at Deangelo confused.

"I told you I was going to see about kitchen access, well here it is. You can cook whatever you like from anything in this room."

He smiled and looked down at me.

"Just don't ask me to tell you things because I don't know anything food related. Sorry." He said as he shrugged his shoulders.

I squealed and threw my arms around him before running to the cupboards and started throwing open the doors as quickly as possible.

I managed to find everything to make a pineapple upside down cake and a chocolate cake. I started measuring and mixing the ingredients together.

"Um. . . . Deangelo?" He had spent the last hour watching me cook never taking his eyes off me.

"What's up Bella?"

"Do you have an electric mixer or a blender?" He looked at me slightly confused.

"A what?"

"Electric Whisk, I can't beat this mix hard enough." I pointed to the bowl of mix in my arm and the hand held whisk in my other arm.

"I don't think so but I could try and whisk it for you, if you want?"

A vampire that bakes? I tried to picture how funny that would be. I chuckled slightly.

"Only if you wear an apron and wash your hands." Deangelo got up and headed to the sink to wash his hands.

He put on an apron and I handed him the bowl.

"I need that mixed till it's a smooth even consistency." I replied as I went and started buttering and flouring the baking tins.

I divided up the chocolate mix first and placed that into cupcake cases in the tray.

I turned around to Deangelo to see him sat back down.

"I thought you were mixing my cake batter." I looked at him annoyed and placed my hands on my hip.

"I did." He pointed to a bowl on the work top. I looked at it and dipped my finger in the mix.

The consistency was perfect and smooth exactly like it should be.

"Show off." I mumbled at myself but going by Deangelo's laughing told me he had heard me. "I just need to keep you in the kitchen then.

Start mixing another mix for me then." I threw a fresh load of ingredients on the table.

"Bella what am I suppose to do with this lot?" I turned to looked at a confused Deangelo.

"Measure up the ingredients and make a cake mix." I had a feeling this was going to be funny.

I stood against the kitchen counter and watched as a lost Deangelo started walking around the kitchen finding then weighing and mixing the ingredients.

I was astonished as he made the cake accurately. He looked at me smugly.

"Now you need to add flavouring or something to make it pretty." He looked thoughtful and went back to the cupboards.

What I saw next made me laugh so hard my sides hurt.

I watched as Deangelo grabbed some scissors and headed to the vase of flowers on the side. He then chopped them up and threw them into the mix.

"What's so funny?" He asked looking innocent and hurt by her laughing.

"Flowers. . . . . . not. . . . . . edible." She got out between laughs. Deangelo picked up the bowl and threw it in the sink.

"Why keep flowers in the damn kitchen then." He grumbled and started pulling fresh ingredients out of the cupboards.

By the time we had finished me and Deangelo had managed to make several dozen cupcakes, cakes and a portion of pancakes for breakfast.

We were wandering down a long corridor slowly nattering till we came to a thick wooden door.

"Behind these doors Bella I have a problem." I looked at him frightened by the vagueness in his words and cryptic use of his words.

"Stop panicking Bella." He looked down at me chuckling gently. "I need to use someone's mad skills to fix something, someone like you."

He opened the door and pushed me into the room.

I stood shocked as I looked around the room the walls are covered in different shapes and types of metal pieces.

I got the strong impression they were all some sort of car pieces. He pointed me towards an old bike in the corner.

I wander over and looked at it. I could see there was a lot of of rust with several dents and scratches decorating the bike.

"I want to make a bike for a friend. I can do the repairs but I can't do the girly stuff."

"How girly do you need?"

"She's not very girly but she loves simple."

"Simple?" I turned around and looked at him puzzled "I need more information than that." I kneeled down to examine the bike closer.

"More information? Like what?" He sounded amused by my question.

"I need to know things like favourite colours, hobbies etc." I smiled at him as I look over the bike saddle. "Tell me about her?"

"She's amazing." He grins at me with excitement. I feel like we've hit a favourite topic of his.

"She loves motor bikes and leather." His eyes seem to glaze over with love.

"You really love this girl? Does she know?" I stand up after looking the bike over.

"No she doesn't know. We rarely see each other now days but her birthday is coming up and I want to give her a surprise."

He points towards a table near a far wall and I look over before walking over to it.

On the table is a large piece of paper with the shell of the bike drawn on it.

"I can make anything you need but I'm struggling with the design. I want it personalised and everything I come up with comes out. . . . "

He places a few drawings on the table; I spread them out and look at them they all look the same. "cold or too busy. I want her to love riding this bike."

"I think I can help. Do you want a matching helmet?" I ask as I pour my focus onto the drawings he had done.

"I never thought of that yes please."

I watched as Deangelo suddenly turned from a stern guard to a bouncing child after getting everything he wished for off Santa at Christmas.

I look at the drawings in front of me. I studied them closely. Without thinking about it I pick up a nearby pencil. I started drawing.

I was like a possessed woman as I filled sheets and sheets of paper with different designs. We spent the day in the garage.

While I drew the art, Deangelo had started cleaning and dismantling the bike. When I had three finalised designs I was happy with.

I had called Deangelo over and he looked at the designs.

We finally decided to go with a light blue and then added a pair of butterflies that were flying towards each other.

There would be one purple and one dark blue and white.

Our evening in the garage ended when my stomach decided to growl to say it was dinner time.

"C'mon we need to get you fed again." I shook my head at him.

The more time I spent with him the stronger the impression that he was more a giant child than a nearly hundred year old vampire got.

I didn't want to eat but Deangelo insisted and we left the garage, with the promise I could go back tomorrow.

Deangelo and I carried on talking while I cooked lasagne for dinner. He was telling me all about his mystery lady.

"I had to leave her. I didn't want to but I had too." He leaned over the counter and looked at his hands.

"Why did you have to leave her?"

"I was in trouble, lots of trouble. When it got dangerous. . . . I didn't want her to get involved so I left her."

"Ah." I looked at him sympathetically. "When was the last time you saw her?"

"A couple of years ago I've been fighting to not go back."

"Fighting who?"

"Bella, what do you know about how vampires live."

"You kill humans to drink their blood. Do I need to know any more?" I look at him as if he is a lunatic.

I don't want him to know that I actually know more than that from Edward.

"Bella when a vampire finds their mate, they are together for life. Vampires bond a lot like swans. We never find someone else. When we do separate it causes us emotional pain and that pain can be excruciating to both partners. The further apart we are the worse the pain gets."

I looked at him and touched his hand.

"I'm sorry." I said gently then a thought came to me. "Deangelo, does it come as a physical pain?"

"Yes. It can do, it depends how strongly you are linked." I worried about Edward even more now.

I had no idea how much pain he was suffering with. I also knew nothing would help ease him through this till he was with me.

I sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of my nose as I tried to not think about the pain Edward must be in.

"What's the matter?"

"I want to call home." I whispered close to tears. I dropped myself into a chair to eat my dinner.

When I had done the dishes Deangelo helped me by drying up and putting away.

Deangelo surprised me when we came to my room door.

"Let me see what I can do for you." Deangelo walked away leaving me with a new guard stood outside my room.

I walked into the bathroom and showered all the motor grease and dirt off.

When I returned to my room I jumped when Deangelo whistled from the doorway.

I felt my blush rise over my body.

"I bought you something." He had a trouble making expression on his face.

I just hoped it meant some fun for me.

"Hold your hand out and close your eyes." I raise an eyebrow at him and then Deangelo winked at me.

I held my hand out trusting him. I feel something small and square slide into my hand.

I open my eyes and see a phone in my hand. I look at the phone and then look at his face.

"You have twenty minutes to talk to him." I throw my arms around Deangelo's waist and hugged him tight.

"Thank you." I quickly type in the number and tap on the table till he picks up.

"Hello." A rough exhausted voice comes through the speaker.

"Hello handsome I love you."

"ILOVEYOUTOO" He shouts down the phone frantically. I start laughing hysterically and he joins soon after.

"I miss you. How are things at home?"

"I miss you too. Homes fine, how are you? How's your placement going?"

"It's a pain."

"Any idea when you can come home?"

"None we are still struggling with the restorations." I could hear the misery in his voice.

"Rose would love this place." I add slightly trying to give him any other information he might find of use.

"Why's that?"

"My Friend Deangelo has a garage here and he builds motorbikes. I'm designing the body art for it."

"You're doing the art work for a motorbike?" He sounds a bit shocked.

"Well you know I'm a wild child don't you." I gently chuckle at his shocked tone.

We spend the next 15mins talking about stupid things and I manage to stay call till I realise I have about five minutes left and I want to try Natalie again.

"I need to go and call Natalie. I will see you soon. I've been thinking about us a lot lately."

"What about us?"

"Things I want to do when I get home."

"Like what?"

"I want to stay in and we can watch a movie." I quickly added "Or read or play music. To be honest I don't really care."

"When you get home I want to wrap you up in a blanket and watch you sleep."

"I'm sorry" I replied trying to stop the tears pouring down my face.

"but I'm missing all the little things you do that."

"I know baby, I miss you too. You have no idea how quiet it is here. I had to steal one of your CDs to listen to."

"If he doesn't turn it off soon I'll kill him." I heard Emmett shout in the background. I burst into laughter.

"Which CD?" I got out between the chuckles.

"It's labelled Alarm clock." I groaned with embarrassment. Of all the CDS he had to borrow it had to be the loudest one I owned.

"Edward I hate that CD it's all music I can't sleep through."

"Well what CD do you recommend?"

"Go and search for my essay CD."

"Okay. I love you Bella."

"I love you too Edward. I will try to call you again soon. Bye."

"Bye love." With those last two words I hang up the phone and fall onto my bed and start crying.

I dream off that ball and the masters again that night. The only diffrence this time was when I enter the bedroom.

Deangelo grabs me and tells me to stay quiet as he jumps out the window and starts running to the woodland.

He only stops when he comes to a line of people in silver cloaks. He then places me on the ground and pushes me forward.

I watch as Natalie throws her hood over her head and pulls me into a hug.

I then feel a pinch in my arm as a needle goes in and an order to get us out of there straight away coming out of Natalie's mouth.