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So, it's past midnight over here and I had a long week. This is probably full of grammatical horrors which will make your eyes bleed and I'm very sorry about that. Plus, I haven't proofread it, so I hope I didn't write too many stupid things.

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Bella was staring at the screen of her laptop, leaning back on her seat, an empty bowl of cereal in her hand. She was alone in the house, Charlie left early in the morning to go fishing, like it would often do on Sundays, and her sister was still at the Cullens's house. The Cullens, who, it turned out, were vampires.

Jacob Black had told her everything the day before, at the La Push beach. It seemed ironic that she would believe the legends Jacob didn't even believe himself. Maybe he was just that good of a story teller. Maybe she just had enough proof to know it was true. Not the wolf part, no, that she already forgot about. But what she was well aware of was that Edward was a vampire, and Angie was at his house right now, with the rest of his vampire family.

"Stregoni benefici" was the only piece of information she found on the internet that made sense. It was the only definition that could describe Edward. Edward wasn't a blood thirsty monster. She knew that. And she had been staring at the screen ever since. Reading the definition of Stregoni Benefici over and over again.

An Italian vampire, said to be on side of goodness, and a mortal enemy of all evil vampires.

Bella thought long and hard about it. It was ridiculous to even say it aloud. To even think about the possibility that Edward was a vampire. That vampires existed. And when, finally, she couldn't deny it anymore, she was faced with a choice. Only two options seemed practical. The first was to take his advice, to be smart and avoid him as much as possible. To go back to ignoring him as far as she was able.

But merely thinking about it was painful. Her mind rejected the pain, quickly skipping on to the next options.

To do nothing different. After all, if he was something sinister, he'd done nothing to hurt her so far. In fact, she would be dead if it weren't for him. So would Angie if it weren't for Alice.

Angie.

Angie knew. She had known from the very beginning. How? And why? Why did they tell her?

Bella had a feeling they didn't tell her. She had a feeling Angie knew. She always knew things she wasn't supposed to know. Always knew what people had in mind. What to say, what not to say. People call it a feeling, and that's what Bella had always called it. Angie had a feeling. She had a feeling about everything.

Now all she had to do was talk to her sister. Ask her why she didn't trust her. Yes, she had been right, no, it wasn't he secret to tell. All Bella wanted to know was how. How did she know? How did she find out the Cullens were vampires?

Angie was sitting on the kitchen counter, facing a smiling Carlisle. She had a bowl of ice cream in one hand, a spoon in the other. How Esme knew vanilla ice cream was her favorite favor would stay a mystery to Angie.

The room was loud. Emmett and Edward were back from their "hunting trip", and the tall vampire had been joking around with Angie ever since.

"Rose didn't give you too much trouble, did she?" he asked, knowing perfectly his girlfriend wouldn't be happy about it. He was leaning against the wall, facing Carlisle's back.

Angie tilted her head on the side so she could see the vampire. "Not at all," she shook her head.

"Rosalie hasn't been around much," Carlisle said.

"I'm surprised Alice hasn't turned you into a doll yet," Edward told Angie. He didn't sound as miserable as he looked. Obviously, he wanted nothing more than to get out of there, and run to Bella's bedroom.

Angie frowned. "Wh- what do you mean?"

Emmett let out a loud laugh which startled the human. "Alice has many plans for you, little one. Many, many plans," he said, mischief clear in his voice.

His statement terrified Angie. She could hear Emmett thinking about it as clear as crystal. Makeup and dresses. So many dresses.

"Never," Angie said. "Never, do you hear Alice?" she shouted.

She heard the vampire laugh from the living room. "No need to shout," Alice replied.

Angie wondered if the house was always like this. Loud and bright. If her new friends always acted this way when they were alone, just playing and joking around, like the rest of the world didn't exist. Like they weren't different. In this house, they were normal. In this house they could be themselves.

"It's getting late."

Carlisle's quiet voice stopped the others. Angie frowned and leaned forward, resting her forehead on his chest. He put his hand on the back of her head and stroke her hair twice before he kissed the top of her head.

"Alice will drive you home."

"It's still early," Angie looked up at him with her big blue eyes and said.

"It's 6:30," Carlisle said.

"Just… a little longer. Please." She looked like a little girl who wanted nothing more than another ride on the carousel.

Carlisle stroke her cheek with his thumb, gave her a small smile and nodded. "Of course."

Emmett and Edward had silently left the room. Angie put the bowl down and pushed it aside before she slid her hands on Carlisle's back and buried her head in his chest. Carlisle placed a kiss in her hair and inhaled the delicious smell that burnt his throat.

They had spent their entire life alone, and now there were incapable of leaving each other.

"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" she asked.

"Whenever you want," he told her in a whisper.

Alice silently stepped in the room and reluctantly interrupted them.

"Come on, Angie. You're dad's expecting you."

Angie sighed. Carlisle took a step back to let her get off the counter. He placed his hands on each side of her waist and lifted her off and gently put her back on her feet. She put her hands over his, refusing to let go. She didn't want to leave.

"You'll be fine," Carlisle said before he kissed her forehead.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed his cold lips on her skin. When he moved away, she put her left hand on his shoulder and tip toed to kiss his cheek. Her action surprised him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. He could feel her nose in his neck. She closed her eyes and breathed him in. He still smelled like old books and paper.

"Go," he said, letting go of her. "Don't keep your father waiting. He'll get worried."

She tried to smile as best she could before she turned towards Alice and followed her out the room. She gave one last look to Carlisle. She'll see him again the same time the next day, but it felt like an eternity.

Bella had tried to keep her mind busy. She finished all her homework, took a walk in the forest, did the laundry, cleaned around the house, and cooked dinner.

When Angie closed the front door and stepped in the kitchen, Charlie was sitting on the couch in the living room, in front of a game, with a beer in his hand.

"Dinner's almost ready," Bella said. She was next to the table, an empty plate in her hand.

"Hey," Angie breathed out, as if she were out of breath. "How was your day?"

Bella didn't answer right away. As is she was looking for the right words. She looked away and put the plate on the table. "Illuminating," she said, low, so low Angie almost didn't hear her.

"What do you mean?" she asked, letting her backpack fall on the floor, next to the stairs. She walked over to the shelves and took out three glasses.

"Finished my homework," Bella half lied. "What did you do this weekend? You were supposed to stay one night there."

"Um," Angie said, awkwardly walking pass her sister. "You know, just talked," she answered, which wasn't a complete lie.

"That's it? You talked for two days?" Bella didn't sound particularly angry. Just curious.

"Yeah," Angie shrugged and nodded, putting the glasses on the table. "Why?" she asked, looking up at her big sister.

Bella stared silently at Angie, wondering if she should tell her what she knew, tell her that she knew. The moment wasn't exactly the best, but Bella doubted there would ever be a good moment to talk about it.

She took a look at the living room, to make sure that their father was still there, captivated by the game, and too far away to hear anything they were about to say.

Bella sighed, she'd been waiting for this moment for days. She took a deep breath before she talked.

"I know."

"You know what?" Angie asked, opening the bottle of water that was on the table.

"I know the Cullens are vampires."

Angie's heart skipped a beat. She stopped moving. She let go of the bottle and looked up at her sister. She was looking for a sign, anything, that could tell her if her sister was angry or scared or anything else. But all she saw on her sister's face was a mix of nervousness and curiosity.

"Wh- you do? H- how?" Angie stuttered.

"Jacob Black told me."

"Jacob? Billy's son?" Angie asked and her sister nodded. "Jacob knows the Cullens are vampires?"

"No," Bella shook her head. "He told me about the legends. Stories the whole reservation knows. He doesn't even believe them himself. He wasn't supposed to tell me any of it, he kinda broke the reservation "law" or something," Bella blabbered, nervous.

"So, they know but they don't know…" Angie tried to make sense of it.

"Anyway," Bella said. "You're not denying it. So, they are, aren't they? Vampires, I mean."

Angie looked down and nodded. "Yeah…"

"Ok," Bella sighed, trying to take it in all over again. "The Cullens are vampires, and you've been in their house all weekend."

"They're not…" Angie started to say but stopped when her sister looked up at her. She turned her head to make sure Charlie was still in the living room, and took a step towards Bella. "They don't… eat people," she whispered.

"They don't?" Bella asked and Angie shook her head. "How do they…. What do they…."

"I shouldn't be the one telling you," Angie said. "You should ask them. Edward. You should ask Edward."

"How do you know? Why did they tell you and not me?"

"They didn't tell me," Angie defended herself.

"They didn't? What, you just guessed?"

"I…"

It was one thing to talk about somebody else's secret, but it was another to talk about her own. As surprised as she was that Bella knew and wasn't angry about it, Angie still feared her sister's reaction when she finds out she had been hiding her own secret from her for years.

"What's that smell Bells?" Charlie's voice came from the couch.

The smell suddenly hit the noses of the sisters. Bella had forgotten the steaks on the stove and they were almost burnt.

"Dinner's ready, dad," Bella called, disappointed. The conversation was obviously over.

Dinner past slowly. Too slowly. Bella kept staring at her sister who wouldn't look up from her plate. Once they were done, Angie quickly excused herself and hurried in the bathroom, hoping she could dodge her sister's questions for at least one more night. She grabbed a pair of mini shorts that were way too short for her to wear for doing anything else but sleep, and an old sleeveless top, so old it was barely fitting her anymore. Her mother had bought them for her in hope she would start dressing more like a girl but Angie never liked it, "too much cleavage," she had complained to Renée, and, on top of it, it didn't even cover the entirety of her waist.

She locked herself in the bathroom, thrilled at the idea of a shower. The water was too hot and she stayed inside for too long. When she stepped out, the temperature of the room made her feel giddy. She put the shorts and the top on, then staggered out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. She closed the door behind her but couldn't find the light switch. She moved her hand on the wall for a few seconds before giving up. She knew if she didn't sit soon she would fall over. She tried to find her bed in the dark. It couldn't be too difficult, the room wasn't big and the bed was the first thing she could stumble into if she blindly wandered around. She felt so dizzy she tripped on her own feet. She let out a gasp and expected to fall over, head first, when she felt two hands grab her. Her head met with someone's chest. The second her skin came in contact with his sweater, she knew it was him. She recognized the fabric, and his smell.

"Carlisle!" she breathed out, looking up.

"Careful," he said. She could hear his amusement in his voice.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. The room was poorly lighted by the moon. The sky was unusually clear.

"I couldn't wait tomorrow," he whispered. "I can leave if you want."

"No, stay," she said.

"You're hot, are you sick?" Carlisle noticed.

"No, I just took a shower."

As she spoke, she remembered what she was wearing. She stepped back and instinctively crossed her arms over her chest and blushed. She wondered if Carlisle could see anything in such darkness. She heard movement coming from him. Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the lack of light. She saw him remove his brown sweater which he helped her in. She smiled as she slid her arms in the sleeves. The sweater was way too big for her, but she enjoyed the warmth of it, and its smell.

"Thank you," she shyly smiled. "I'm never giving it back."

Carlisle, who was now only wearing a white shirt, laughed. "As you wish," he smiled, cupping her cheek with his left hand.

A knock interrupted them. Carlisle quickly looked up before he vanished. Light filled the room as the door opened and Bella appeared.

"Who are you talk-," she started. "What are you doing in the dark?" she asked, turning the lights on.

"I- I was about to go to bed, I'm tired," Angie lied.

Bella sighed. She stepped in the room and closed the door behind her. "You're not going to bed before you tell me how you know. If they didn't tell you, then how do you know?" She was clearly eager to know the truth. All of the truth. She didn't even know what she wanted to know about.

"Bella, I…" Angie sighed.

"What are you wearing?" Bella asked, looking her sister up and down. "Whose sweater is that?"

"Um," Angie was conflicted. She could either tell her sister the truth or she could lie and deny it all.

"It's… Carlisle's."

"Carlisle. As in, Dr. Carlisle Cullen?" Bella asked, confused. Angie nodded. "You stole Dr. Cullen's clothes?"

"I didn't steal anything," Angie said, offended.

"Well, maybe Alice shouldn't have given you her father's clothes."

"Alice didn't give it to me, he did."

"Why would he give you his sweater? Did you spill food on yourself?" Bella asked with a mocking tone.

"No, I didn't spill food, Bella," Angie said, a little irritated.

She walked over to her bed and sat on the edge of it. Bella sighed, giving up the matter. That wasn't the reason why she was here. She joined her sister and sat next to her.

"How did you find out they're vampires?" she asked again, hoping she wouldn't have to ask a third time.

Silence settled as Angie tried to find the courage to speak. She was playing with the edge of the sweater, avoiding her sister's gaze. Bella patiently waited, but every second that past made her more and more irritated.

"I…" Angie finally said. "I heard it in their thoughts…"

Bella laughed which startled her sister. "Funny. No, but, really. How do you know?"

Angie frowned and finally looked up at her sister. Bella's smile slowly disappeared as the look on her sister's face showed her she wasn't joking.

"You… heard it… in their thoughts," she repeated in disbelief.

Angie nodded.

"As in… you can hear other people's thoughts."

Angie nodded again.

"You can hear other people's thoughts."

"Yes."

Bella stared wordlessly at her sister for what seemed an eternity.

"What?" she merely said.

"I… I can hear other people's thoughts."

"You can- what?"

"I can hear other people's thoughts."

"Please stop saying that."

Angie looked down. She felt like she was about to cry. Bella didn't believe her. She was probably thinking she was crazy.

"Edward can hear other people's thoughts too," she said, hoping that would convince her.

"He can what?" Bella asked, horrified. After everything she ever thought about him, she could die of embarrassment right here and then if it was the truth.

"He told me how to control it. That's why we've been… hanging out."

Bella stayed silent, looking at her sister like she didn't know her, like she was a stranger. Second after second, the information went deeper and deeper into Bella's mind, slowly turning from simple words to fact, and her sister was her sister again, she just knew something new about her. And about Edward.

"Oh my God, he's heard everything, hasn't he?" Bella finally said. She got up and started pacing around the room.

"Wh- what?"

"Edward! He's heard everything I ever thought about him!"

"No, no he hasn't."

"Oh my God…"

"Bella calm down. He hasn't heard anything. You're the only person we can't hear."

"Wh- what do you mean?"

"I never could read your thoughts. Edward can't either. We don't know why."

"You… you can't? Why? Is there something wrong with me?"

Angie was surprised by her question. She started laughing, both relieved and amused.

"What?" Bella asked.

"I just told you Edward's a vampire and we can hear other people's thoughts, and you think there's something wrong with you."

Bella stared for a few seconds before she started laughing too. "I suppose it's a good thing, then," she said, sitting back down on the bed.

Angie smiled and nodded. Silence settled again, but this time, both sisters enjoyed it. Angie was relieved she had finally told her secret to her sister, and Bella was still trying to take the information in.

"Why are you wearing Dr. Cullen's sweater?" Bella asked, remembering how Angie had called him Carlisle and not Dr. Cullen.

Angie looked up, both eager and nervous to talk about it with her sister. Bella immediately noticed the blush on her cheeks.

"Remember when we first met him, at the hospital?"

"You mean the day we almost died? Sure," Bella joked.

"Well… See, I'm going to try to explain it the way they explained it to me, okay?"

Bella nodded.

"Okay, so, vampires have mates. Like Alice and Jasper are mates."

"You mean, like soulmates?"

"Yeah, exactly. And… when one of them is a vampire and the other is a human, then the human's blood is… smells, very delicious to the vampire."

"Yeah, cause we're basically their food," Bella chuckled. She was trying not to be scared about that part.

"Yeah, but it's different. It smells like very, very good."

"Okay… what does it have to do with you wearing Dr. Cullen's sweater?"

"Well…," Angie sighed, nervous. "I'm… I mean… Carlisle is… um… I'm his…"

"Oh my God," Bella breathed out. "You're his soulmate?! Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

"Uh… mate. Yeah."

Bella's mouth fell open. That was too much information. Way too much.

"So, you're like… dating? You're dating Dr. Cullen?"

"No," Angie quickly said. "I mean… it's… no… it's… we haven't… talked about… yeah, we're like dating, I guess," Angie shook her head. "I don't know, we're just… together, anyway, right?"

"You're asking me?"

"I'm not… I don't know," she sighed. "It's just all so new…"

"I can imagine… It's been like… two weeks."

"I know right," Angie laughed nervously. "It's been a hard few days…" she admitted.

"Well, you could have told me," Bella said, trying not to sound offended, and failing.

"I didn't want… I asked Edward many times to tell you. He didn't want to."

"Why not? He doesn't like me very much, does he?"

Angie couldn't help but laugh. "No, no. He likes you," she chuckled. "He's just… you should talk to him."

"Oh, will do!" Bella assured her. "Tomorrow."

"Hey, so, um… I really am tired, Bells…"

"Oh right. Yeah, sure, I'll go," she said, getting up. Once she reached the door, she stopped and turned around. "So, how long have you been… hearing thoughts?"

"Um, since I was like ten," Angie cleared her throat and answered.

"It's been six years. Why… why haven't you told me?"

Angie uncomfortably looked at her sister for a few seconds before she answered. "Well, you were always the responsible one. I didn't want to worry you even more."

"Well… you should have," Bella said. "'night Angie."

"'night Bells…"

As soon as she was alone, Angie took a deep breath, relieved. She felt mentally exhausted. That was one of the hardest thing she ever had to do.

"You won't be seeing Edward tomorrow."

Angie jumped, startled.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Carlisle said, sitting next to her.

"It's okay."

"The sky is clear. Tomorrow will be sunny."

"Oh," Angie said. "Will you ever show me why you can't be in the sun?"

"I will," he smiled.

"Did you hear all that?" Angie asked, even though she already knew the answer.

"I did."

Angie nodded and looked down.

"What are you gonna do tonight?" Angie changed the subject.

"I was thinking I'd stay with you if you allowed me."

Angie smiled and nodded. "I'd like that."

Carlisle settled on the bed, his back against the wall, while Angie slid under the covers. She rested her head on his chest, and he placed a kiss in her hair before he put his left hand on her head. She took his right hand and intertwined her fingers with his.

"Did Edward listen?" she asked.

"He did."

"I hope he's not mad. Maybe I shouldn't have told her about him."

"He's not mad. She already knew too much."

Angie sighed and closed her eyes. Carlisle started stroking her hair. As she started to fall asleep, a thought crossed her mind and got her worried.

"You'll be here when I wake up, right?" she asked.

"I will," he promised.

"Good night, Carlisle."

"Good night, angel."