Hi. It's been a while. I debated writing this for a while and decided to just do it.

This is in the Jacob ending universe.

During the summer of 2007 and after Angela's high school graduation, she and Mike finally go on their Euro trip before college and they run into an old friend.

I probably will not be adding anymore to this story. It is completed.

Song suggestion: Gwen Stefani - Cool.

Angela knew that Florence would be significantly hotter than Forks. Knowing and actually experiencing were two completely different things. She realized this as she reapplied sunscreen every other hour as she kept perspiring. At this rate she would be out of sunscreen before they even reached the next city and she would have to use Mike's which not only smelled horrible but only had an SPF of thirty which was unforgivable.

Mike was already turning red around his neck and forearms. His face was protected by the Washington Nationals baseball cap that he had refused to part with since their plane landed. They'd spent a few days in Florence going to all the tourist spots and eating dangerous amounts of gelato. Their next stop was the mountaintop town of Volterra which according to her travel guide was a charming little town known best for the St. Marcus' Day celebraton on March 19th.

Angela was a bit disappointed that they had to miss it as she thought it would be amusing for her and Mike to run about town in red capes and plastic fangs. They would have to settle for looking at the medieval architecture. Their train finally arrived at the Volterra Saltine station after three hours which they had been spent listening to music on Mike's iPod mini. They were more than relieved to stretch their legs walking in the middle of the Piazza dei Proiri. Other tourists were taking pictures of the ancient buildings and Angela opened her travel itinerary to consult which attraction to see first.

"What do you think, Mikey?" Angela asked. "The theatre or cathedral first?"

Mike didn't answer. She looked up from her notebook as he began walking away from her. She pulled him back by his t-shirt and he ignored her. He moved forward but she held on and he wordlessly shrugged off his back and took off the shirt until she was left holding on to his sweaty grey t-shirt. Picking up his things and more than a little annoyed and getting worried, she ran after him. "Mike!"

Along with other tourists, he was entering a building with a clock tower. She was about to enter the doorway when she felt someone grab her by the waist. She could barely scream before she was suddenly in an alley way. Woozy from motion sickness, she blinked at the sight of Edward Cullen.

"Edward?" She exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" He returned. "This isn't a safe place."

Alarmed, she asked, "What do you mean?"

Edward looked around him as if checking to see if they were alone before he explained. "This place is owned by vampires. You need to leave."

"So, all those tourists are-"

"Lunch," He grimaced. "Angela, I am serious. You need to leave this town immediately."

"I'm not going without Mike," She insisted, still holding on to his t-shirt. "If anything happens to him, I-"

Edward stopped her, gently holding her shoulders in his cold hands. He took Mike's baseball cap from her and said, "I'll get him. Stay here."

She clutched her notebook and Mike's t-shirt to her chest as she waited, terrified and worried. She didn't even know that vampires owned towns. All she was able to read about Volterra was that it was rid of vampires back a few centuries ago which now that she thought about it was obviously a huge lie. The vampires never left and they were munching on unsuspecting tourist.

She tried not to hyperventilate and began praying that Edward would be able to get Mike. He had no idea of the danger they were in and was probably being lured by a sexy vampire woman that looked like Megan Fox. She imagined Mike would say something stupid like "It's a good way to go" and she was going to find him in the next life and punch him right in the kisser. If anything happened to him, she wouldn't be able to handle it.

She clutched his t-shirt tighter. It smelled overpoweringly of Axe body spray. She tried not to start crying as she waited. It felt like forever until Edward reappeared wearing Mike's baseball cap and dragging a dazed Mike Newton into the alley.

She dropped what she was carrying and ran towards Mike, hugging him tightly. He returned her hug, patting her back awkwardly and asked her what was wrong. She pulled away and slapped him on the bicep and he yelped. Wide eyed, he looked at her like she was crazy.

"What was that for?"

"For following a stranger!" She hissed. "You could've been killed."

"That's an exaggeration, Angie," He replied. "I doubt I was about to be chopped into million pieces."

"Yes, you were!" She shrieked and felt tears about to escape her. "Do you have any idea what it would do to me if you died?"

"Angie…"

The worry and fear had overcome her and she was crying. Mike looked pained at her distress and pulled her into a hug.

"You're right. I'm an idiot for running off," Mike murmured into her hair. "I won't do it again. I'm sorry I worried you."

She sobbed into his chest, getting snot all over him but he didn't say a word. She calmed down after a few minutes, pulling away from him and wiped at her tears with her hands. Edward quietly handed her a clean handkerchief which she took gratefully. Handing Mike his t-shirt, he was holding her notebook which looked like an overstuffed scrapbook.

"I have a car," Edward said. "I can drive you to wherever you're headed next."

"Rome," Angela answered, wiping at her tears with his handkerchief. "But you don't have to drive us. We can take the train."

"It'll be faster in a car," He returned. "And I insist."

Mike let out an impressed whistle at the yellow Porsche and sat at the back as Edward drove them out of Volterra. He was driving faster than Angela liked but certainly a lot slower than he usually preferred. She was so happy to be away from vampire central that she just leaned back on the front seat and watched the view from the tinted windows. The further away they were from danger the happier she would be.

Mike couldn't help but ask questions about what happened. Edward gave him a story that the town was controlled by the Italian mafia and that he had been five steps away from having his organs sold to the black market. This just intrigued Mike more. It was all nonsense but was more believable than the truth.

"But how do you know about the mafia there?" Leaning closer to the front seats, Mike asked. "Is your family associated with them, Cullen?"

Edward hid an amused smile and answered, "A long time ago."

Mike pulled away and appraised Edward warily. "That would explain why your family is so rich."

Edward was shaking his head in exasperation. Angela rolled her eyes. The rest of the three hour ride to Rome was spent with Mike trying to learn more about Edward's mafia connections. The conversation eventually went to Edward and Angela catching up with what happened to each other since the events of Junior year.

"Are you still with Jacob?" He asked, keeping his gaze on the windshield.

She smiled at the reminder of her boyfriend and wondered for the hundredth time since she left Forks what he was up to. He had been there at the airport with their family and friends to see her off. He had been encouraging of her vacation plans even if they would be separated for two months which would be the longest time they would be apart from each other. She had tried not to think of him as the longing she felt would dampen any good mood but it was difficult.

She missed Jacob Black immensely and she knew he was missing her too. She hugged him last before she and Mike had to go board the plane. She hadn't wanted to let go. She wanted to stay in the familiar warmth of his arms that felt like home. Mike had to pull her away before they missed their flight and Jacob waved at her as she walked away.

Mike groaned. "You just had to mention him."

"Why?" Edward asked. "What's the matter?"

"Every time Angie remembers Jake she does this sad little sigh," Mike imitated an exaggerated sigh, his shoulders drooping. "It's only been a few days. I'm not sure how they're going to survive when Angela goes off to college."

"We'll figure that out," Angela said a little waspishly. "And I don't sigh like that."

"Mm-hmm. Whatever you say, Angie," Mike met Edward's eye in the rear view mirror and mouthed "She does".

Edward ignored him and told Angela. "It seems you're happy together. I'm glad."

She saw the sincerity in his golden eyes and smiled. They had been friends and she was able to look back on those moments fondly. She had stopped wondering on what-ifs and what they might've been to each other a long time ago. She would occasionally remember him and had hoped he was happy wherever he was.

"How about you? Have you found any prospective girlfriends yet?"

"No. That's, um, not really what I'm looking for at the moment," He cleared his throat. "And I haven't had much like finding anyone that I think could be the one…"

"Dude," Mike interjected. "Just don't worry about it too much. The perfect girl will come when it's time. Right now, especially when we're in college, is the time to figure out your shit. You can't be the one for Mrs. Cullen unless you've figured out who Edward Cullen is."

Edward met her eye and she shrugged. Mike had his moments of wisdom as rare as they were and they both had nothing to say to that.

"Thanks, Mike," He returned. "I'll keep that in mind."

"You're welcome, Eddie," Mike grinned. "You know, you're not so bad."

Edward winced. "Please don't call me that."

It was nighttime when they arrived in Rome. Edward found the hotel they planned on staying in and parked the car outside the building. Mike unbuckled his seatbelt and asked, "By the way, can I have my hat back?"

Edward removed the Nationals cap and threw it behind him. Mike caught it easily.

"Thanks, Cullen," Mike said. "It was nice seeing you."

"You too, Mike."

Angela hadn't unbuckled her seatbelt and she gave Mike a look. He understood and mumbled, "I'll book us the room."

He went inside the hotel, carrying both their bags. Angela turned to Edward and wondered how she was going to thank him for all he'd done for them that day. She didn't think she would've been able to get herself and Mike out of that situation if he hadn't stepped in. If he hadn't been there, they would've died. It seemed too large a thing to just say 'thank you' to. They owed him their lives.

"Thank you is more than enough," Edward told her. "And you can repay your debt by living a long and healthy life away from vampires."

"I'm not really sure where vampires are," She pointed out. "Nevertheless, thank you, Edward. I will never forget what you did for me."

He smiled that soft smile of his. "It was nice to see you again, Angela."

"It was nice to see you too."

She moved closer and kissed him on the cheek, not minding the coolness of his skin. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she opened the car door and stepped out. She waved at the car as he drove away into the night. She watched the back of the yellow Porsche until it was gone. It was nice to know she had a friend out there in the world.