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I'm very sorry I haven't updated sooner, I wanted to update Friday but for some reason this part was so hard to write!

I've received a couple reviews about why Angie didn't tell Bella she could read minds and if you're expecting this great explanation that's gonna blow your mind I'm afraid you will be very disappointed. When I created Evangeline, I first asked myself, "has she told anyone?" and I had this logical explanation of why she didn't tell Bella. It's nothing big, but to me it makes sense. So I hope you won't be too disappointed when I'll be explaining that part.

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When Angie came back to consciousness, it was so quiet she first thought she was at home, lying in her bed. But she quickly realized it felt nothing like it. The bed she was lying in didn't feel familiar, nor was it comfortable, and besides, she was lying on her back; she always slept curled up on her side, safe from the rest of the world. It didn't smell like home either. And she was still fully clothed, she even had her shoes on.

Angie sighed.

It didn't matter where she was; it was quiet. And Angie enjoyed the silence. Silence was safe. Painless. She didn't want to open her eyes, she didn't want the voices to come back. But she was aware of the noises around her. Small noises that she normally wouldn't pay attention to or just wouldn't hear them because it was too loud in her head. Noises like someone breathing or writing. You can tell which pen someone is using just by the noise it makes. Whoever was there with her, he or she was using what Angie imagined to be an expensive ballpoint pen. And his or her breathing was weird. Inconsistent. It didn't sound like they were out of breath. But more like they didn't need to breath as often as a normal human would.

Angie slightly smiled.

Could it be Alice? Angie didn't think so. If Alice were there with her she would be hearing her thoughts. So then, it must be Bella.

But the question still remained. Where was she? And why was it so quiet? What was Bella writing and why was her breathing so strange?

Only then, as she focused on the person that was with her, she realized it couldn't be her sister. There was a voice. She could hear it. It was faint at first but it became clearer as she tried to listen to it. It was the soft voice of a man.

Angie frowned.

She had heard it before. But the man wasn't talking to her. He wasn't talking at all. She could hear he was worried and waiting for her to wake up. He was starting to think that she was awake because her heart had just started to beat a little faster. He was peacefully listening to her heartbeat. The throbbing sound soothed him. It fascinated him. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. It was like a symphony to his ears.

But focusing on her heartbeat didn't distract him from the enchanting call of her blood. The delectable fragrance was still mysteriously appealing. And he couldn't ignore it.

At that thought, Angie's eyes instantly shot open. She immediately sat up and came face to face with a startled Dr. Cullen. The tall and handsome doctor was standing at the foot of her bed, he was leaning on a table, a silver pen in his hand. His pale skin, his blond perfect hair and his white coat made him look like an angel.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a soft voice that didn't hide his worry.

Angie didn't reply. She stared at him, confused and disoriented. She wasn't hearing anything. His thoughts weren't shouting at her like it had the day before.

"Are you okay?" he repeated. He took a step forward and she immediately tried to move away. He stopped when he saw she was scared of him. Her reaction hurt him more than it should have. He slowly raised his hands. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Angie frowned. She carefully looked at him. She was starting to doubt his very presence. She looked around the room, it looked like she was in the hospital.

"Wh… where…"

"You're in the hospital," he said. His voice was gentle and calm.

"No," Angie shook her head. She couldn't believe it.

"You passed out an hour ago. In the cafeteria. Do you remember?"

Angie kept shaking her head in disbelief. It was so quiet, this couldn't be real. But then, she remembered. Alice, lunch, Edward… He said she would be in control. She took a deep breath as she remembered destroying the walls she had spent years building in her head. She also remembered letting the voices in.

Two tears fell down her cheeks. "I can't hear anything," she breathed out.

Carlisle smiled. "Yes," he nodded. "Edward told me what happened. You probably passed out because of shock."

She looked up at him, hoping to see definite proof that she wasn't dreaming. Her eyes fell on his hand and she shyly held her hand out to him. He was confused at first, but he quickly understood what she wanted. He took a step forward – careful not to scare her – and held his hand out, hoping his cold skin wouldn't bother her.

Angie slowly slid her hand in his. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she realized he was real.

"You're here," she breathed out.

"I assure you, you are not dreaming," he smiled.

"Oh my God," she breathed out a laugh as she let herself fall back on to the bed. She brought her hands on her face as she started laughing harder and harder.

Her laugh was contagious. He chuckled as he watched her, glad she didn't have to live in pain anymore.

"How close are we from people?" she asked.

"Very close," he answered.

She giggled. The sound she made surprised her and made her laugh even more. She had never made a sound like that before.

"I'm sorry," she said, breathless, realizing she probably looked like a crazy person.

"It's okay," he said. "I understand your reaction."

She slowly sat back up, she was still giggling, she couldn't help herself. She wiped what she thought were tears of joy off her cheeks before she realized that she was crying.

"This is totally normal," he told her. "You're just in shock."

Angie tried to take a deep breath but she was still laughing. She was overwhelmed with joy and relief. It was a weird sensation to be in someone's company and not knowing what he was thinking.

"Is my dad here?" Angie asked.

"Yes, he's waiting with your sister."

"Where's Edward?"

"In class. They wouldn't have let him in the ambulance."

"Yeah, of course," she said, a little disappointed.

"Before I let you go," he started to say. He sounded uncomfortable. "Edward told me about… how you tried to keep the voices away," he continued.

Angie rapidly lost her smile. She stopped laughing then. She quickly wiped off the rest of the tears off her cheeks before she grabbed onto the end of her sleeves and crossed her arms.

"I just want to make sure that everything's okay."

"It's fine," Angie said dryly, looking away.

"I'd feel better if you'd just let me take a look."

"It's fine," she repeated, avoiding eye contact.

"Angie," he sighed. "As a doctor I can't make you show me. But I would really feel better if I could just make sure that you're okay."

She looked up and was surprised to see he was genuinely worried for her. Just like the day before, she got lost in his golden eyes. They seemed darker now. As she watched him with her big blue eyes, she wondered if her presence disturbed him. She thought back to what he was thinking a few minutes ago. He was just enjoying the sound of her heartbeat and the sweet smell of her blood. She knew it would only be natural to be scared – he was a vampire after all – but she didn't know why and she couldn't explain it, but she felt safe with him. She felt like she could trust him.

She looked away, and sighed, before she nodded.

"Thank you," he said.

He brought the table next to the bed. On it was everything he needed to take care of her wrists.

"Don't move," he gently told her when she tried to turn toward him.

She crossed her legs before he sat down on the edge of the bed. It took her a minute to uncross her arms.

"Can I?" he asked, gesturing toward her left arm.

It took her a few seconds but she eventually nodded. He gently took her arm and carefully brought her sleeve up to her elbow. He slowly removed the bandage she had changed before she left for school, and revealed her scarred skin. What he saw horrified him. It was worse than he had imagined. There were many scars from the beginning of her wrist to the middle of her forearm. Some of them looked very old. He passed his cold fingers on the longest one. Angie was so relieved she couldn't hear what he was thinking.

"Did you do this one this morning?" he asked as he passed his long fingers on the most recent cut.

She looked, sighed, and nodded. "Yeah…" she said in a murmur.

"Did you sterilize the blade?" he asked in a soft voice.

"I always do."

He nodded. He soaked a cotton ball in alcohol and started to attend to her cuts. He was expecting her to react to the pain, but she didn't flinch. She was used to it.

"How long have you been doing that?" he asked. He was still looking at her wrist.

"I don't know…," she said quietly. "A while."

"Have you ever talked to anyone about it?"

"No."

"Do you think you're going to do it again?"

She didn't reply right away. Her first instinct was to lie. But then she remembered: she didn't need to anymore.

"I don't see why I would. Not anymore."

"Good," he merely said.

She turned her head and watched him bandage her wrist. She saw there was blood on the cotton ball he had used.

"Doesn't blood bother you?" she asked.

He looked up at her for a second before he looked back at her arm.

"I can resist it," he said.

Angie noticed his answer wasn't a straight "no". She hesitated before she asked her next question.

"How do you do it?"

He slightly smiled. "Years and years of practice."

"Yeah but…" Angie sighed, she didn't know how to say it.

"What is it?" he encouraged her.

"Edward doesn't have your restraint," she said. "Not with Bella."

He nodded. "Bella's blood is different to him."

"But why?" she asked. "Alice said you had theories. But she didn't want to tell me."

"Alice has a theory," he said. "Which she shared with us."

When he was finished with her left wrist, he brought her sleeve back down and held his hand out for her right arm. Angie brought her sleeve up and moved closer to him so that he could take a closer look.

"What did she say?" she asked, looking up at him with her big round blue eyes. Carlisle stayed silent, which only made her more curious. "Is it that bad?" she tried to joke.

Carlisle smiled, amused. "It's not something easy to talk about. I wouldn't want to scare you."

"It's just a theory," she shrugged, trying to sound convincing.

He sighed. "Do you know how Alice met Jasper?" he asked.

"No," she shook her head, wondering how it was relevant.

"Alice," he sighed, hoping it wouldn't be too hard on her. "She has a gift, just like you and Edward."

"Yeah, she can see the future. She told me."

Carlisle looked surprised. "Already?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "She told me about Jasper too."

"I see," he frowned.

"Shouldn't she have?" she asked, afraid he was upset.

"I'm just surprised you already know," he smiled.

"Does it bother you?"

"What?"

"That I know. About… what you are."

"It doesn't bother me," he said. "But you don't seem… scared."

Angie shrugged. "You don't seem threatening."

"You don't think we're dangerous?" Carlisle asked, he was hoping she would.

"I know you are."

Her answer surprised him. He looked up and met with her beautiful blue eyes again.

"Dangerous people aren't necessarily threatening," she said. "It depends on what they want."

"And what do you think we want?"

"I know what you don't want," she said. "Alice said you didn't… drink human blood."

"That's true," he nodded.

"So… should I? Be scared, I mean."

Carlisle looked back at her wrist.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said.

"I know."

Carlisle smiled. "Did you hear it?"

"Something like that," she nodded. "Mostly, I felt it."

He frowned. "What do you mean?" he asked, looking up at her again.

"I… the voices come with feelings," she explained. "Yesterday, I felt that… well, you thought I smelled like candy," she chuckled nervously.

"I'm sorry." He looked ashamed of himself.

She shook her head. "I felt something from you," she said. "Edward didn't have that… with Bella. You know, people always have this one thought – sometimes it's a memory – that makes them shiver, that reminds them not to do something, for example, someone would remember their mother screaming at them and so they wouldn't take dessert at lunch in the cafeteria," she said, hoping it made sense to him. "You had that. You have this one thought that reminds you of who you are and who you want to be and it keeps you from eating dessert," she told him. "In that case, dessert being me," she chuckled nervously, looking away. She paused before she asked, "does that make sense?"

He nodded. "It does," he whispered. He was stunned. She had just explained to him something he hadn't understood yet.

"So why… why is my blood so special to you?"

Carlisle pressed his lips together and looked down.

"Alice says it's not about blood."

Angie was confused. "How can it not be?"

"Alice was alone when she was turned. She doesn't remember her human life. The first time she saw Jasper it was in a vision. She knew she had to find him. Not long after that, she saw me and found us. We've been together ever since," he said.

Angie gave him a confused look. She failed to see how it was relevant.

"Alice says that she was meant to be with Jasper, just like Rosalie was meant to be with Emmett. And we were all meant to be a family."

"Like… soulmates?" she asked.

Carlisle nodded. "Or the vampire version of it."

"Do you believe it's true?"

"I don't know," he said.

"But… what does it have to do with… Bella and I?"

"Alice saw you and your sister," he said. "Before you arrived. At first, she didn't think much of it. She assumed she had the vision as soon as you took the decision to move to Forks. It's only when Edward met Bella that it started to make sense. And yesterday only confirmed her theory," he said obviously uncomfortable.

"… Which is…?" Angie wasn't used to wait. Usually, the answers would just scream at her.

Carlisle looked up, she was so close to him, it was unsettling. He wondered if it was wise to tell her. He was nervous about her reaction. He looked back down and finished the bandage.

"That… Edward and Bella are… meant to be."

Angie's mouth fell open. She blushed bright red, she was glad he wasn't looking at her.

"Do- does she have some kind of… I don't know, proof?" she stuttered.

"Not really," he said as he got off the bed. He pushed the table away and started writing on her medical chart.

An awkward silence settled in the room. They were both clearly uncomfortable. After a minute, she cleared her throat, and she jumped out of bed. But she moved too fast and got dizzy and almost fell. Carlisle caught her quickly. She immediately looked up at him. It surprised her how fast he got to her. She felt his hands on her waist as she was clinging to his arms. That's when she noticed how strong he was. At this point, it was more than that. His skin was cold and hard, it was like being in the arms of a statue. Now that she was so close to him, she could perceive the faint smell of paper, ink and old books. It was a pleasant and comfortable smell.

She was still smelling like candy to him. She was just like a walking cotton candy; fragile and deliciously appealing.

She watched as his eyes turned dark. There was no voice in her head telling her he wasn't going to harm her. No other voice than her own, which wasn't very helpful. She got lost in his eyes again, and for a minute they just stood there, in each other's arms, just silently wondering if Alice could be right.

Angie was the one who stepped back first.

"Thanks," she breathed out as she looked down and moved away. She looked around the room but couldn't find what she was looking for.

"Do you need something?" he asked as he took a step back.

"My bag."

"Your father has it."

"Oh," she awkwardly said.

"He's been waiting for you."

"Yeah, I better go," she whispered. She started to walk away but stopped once she reached the door. "Did you… tell him?"

"About your wrists?" he asked. She looked down, and nodded. "No. I told him you were suffering from post-traumatic stress, from yesterday."

Angie took a deep breath, relieved. "Thank you."

He slightly smiled. "You're welcome," he nodded.

She looked at him in silence for another thirty seconds before she shyly smiled and waved goodbye, opened the door and stepped out of the room.

He watched her walk away and stood in the room alone for a few minutes, staring at the door through which she had just left. He could still smell her.

He sighed.

If there was something he had learnt living with Alice it was that she was always right.

"Damn it, Alice."

Angie slowly walked down the hallway, lost deep in her thoughts. She grabbed onto the end of her sleeves, thinking about Alice's theory. What did she know that could make it false? What did she know that could make it true? When she stepped in the waiting room, she had no clear answer. Her head was filled with questions and doubts.

She saw her father was waiting with Bella near the exit. She felt bad to have worried him.

"Dad."

Charlie immediately looked up. "Angie! How are you feeling?"

"I'm good," she smiled. And for the first time in a very long time, she wasn't lying.

"Dr. Cullen said you just needed to sleep," he said.

"Yeah," Angie nodded. "I'll feel much better after a good night of sleep," she assured him.

"Has he said anything else?" he asked.

"Just that I needed some rest," she lied. "We can go," she told him.

Charlie nodded. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm great, dad," she smiled. "I just had a really bad headache," she said. "I'm so much better now."

"Okay," he nodded, half convinced. He lifted her bag and carried it with him.

Angie looked up at her sister. She looked concerned but also angry. They followed their father out of the hospital.

"So what happened?" Bella whispered.

Angie frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Why did you really pass out?"

"I told dad, I had a headache."

"Yeah, you told dad," she repeated. "Now tell me."

Angie stared at her sister, wondering what she was going to do. She couldn't tell her the truth. She was too much of a coward to do it alone.

"Bella, I'm just tired," she lied.

Bella rolled her eyes, angry. "Edward didn't even say a word to me today, and you're having lunch with them!"

"Alice wants to be friends."

Bella scoffed. "Well, did you ask your friend how she saved our lives?"

Angie looked away, proving to her sister that she was indeed hiding something from her.

"I can't believe you," she growled.

"Bella," Angie sighed. "If they do have a secret… Do you think I should be the one to tell you?"

Bella glared at her sister. "So you do know?"

"I didn't say that," Angie shook her head.

"But you do! Tell me!"

Angie was relieved she didn't have the time to tell her anymore lies as they had reached the car. She quickly got in the back seat, but she knew Bella wasn't going to give up. The drive back home was silent. Angie immediately got in her room without giving her sister the chance to ask her anymore questions.

Angie closed the door behind her and let her bag fall on the floor. She leaned her back against the door, closed her eyes, and sighed.

After a minute, she started laughing again. She felt so light, like she was on drugs. The voices were gone, and nothing else mattered. Vampires existed, who cared? It was finally quiet inside her head. A "years and years of practice" old vampire might be her soulmate, but it didn't matter because the only voice she could hear now was her own.

She let herself fall on to her bed, where she continued laughing. She laughed so hard it hurt. She couldn't help herself. She laughed and cried for hours until she fell asleep, exhausted. She slept better than a baby.

She started to dream around 4am after a peaceful rest. In her dream, she was surrounded by a crowd of people, just like in her previous dream, but it was different this time because it was so dark and silent. She could see they were all talking but she couldn't hear anything. She spotted Alice in the crowd. She wasn't talking, but she was smiling. She motioned Angie to follow her before she turned around and walked away. The farer away she was from the crowd, the brighter it became. When she finally reached Alice, she was with her siblings. She was standing next to Jasper, Emmett was with Rosalie and Edward was with Bella. They were just standing in the middle of an empty white room. There were no doors, no windows. When Angie turned around, she suddenly found herself in the hallways of the hospital. It was dark, quiet and empty. She walked down the hallway, it seemed so long. After a few minutes she spotted a light. She kept walking, and after another minute she saw the light came from a big window. There was someone standing there, just looking out the window. Angie could only see his back but she recognized his blond hair. He slightly turned his head, as if he had heard her coming. That's when Angie woke up.

She opened her eyes and brought her hands to her face. She was disoriented for a split second before she understood she had just had a dream. She sighed. It was the second time in two nights that she dreamt of them now. Of him. She looked up at the ceiling and sighed again.

"Damn it, Alice."