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DISCLAIMER: This fic has always been about Carlisle and Angie. I know some of you had problems with Angie being only 16. If after reading this chapter you feel like you should leave some stupid comment about how Angie is too young and it's wrong and bla bla bla, just don't. This is fiction. Their situation is extremely particular considering they're mates and Carlisle is a vampire, so if you have a problem with that, I'll just remind you that Edward was over a hundred years old and Bella was "only" 17 in the first book/movie.

It was dark in Angie's bedroom. The little bedside lamp weakly lit the small room, acting more like a night light than anything else. There was no more space left as shopping bags were scattered everywhere. A box had fallen off of a bag from the desk and a pair of shoes was lying carelessly on the floor. They were high-heeled black pumps that Angie would never wear, or even dream to wear, and that Alice had insisted on buying, along with a beautiful black dress that looked like it came right from the wardrobe of a Bond girl, and that was so long it was impossible to see the shoes anyway. The chair was covered with dresses stacked on each other, the wardrobe overflowed with clothes Angie never thought she'd ever own and that were way too fancy for Forks or for a sixteen year old teenage girl like her. Of course, Alice and Rosalie wore these kind of clothes all the time.

"Now you'll dress like a Cullen," Alice said with a big happy smile, as she paid for it all.

It was as if the vampire was trying to turn the telepath into one of theirs, but not in the way Angie wanted. It was all she could think about since she had inadvertently brought up the subject of her transformation the day before. She knew she was going to become a vampire eventually, because she was Carlisle's mate, and he was never going to change. Carlisle will stay 23 forever, and she didn't want to grow up to ever be 24. Bella also thought about it, and her sister knew it, even though they had never talked about it. She knew Edward had a problem with it. He didn't want to turn her, to make her a "monster" like him. And she knew Carlisle felt exactly the same way.

As she laid in her bed, in the arms of her mate, she could feel his hard and cold body as she listened to the silence in his chest.

"Do you have a heart?" she suddenly asked. It had escaped her, she had thought out loud. And she was too tired to care.

"What do you mean?" Carlisle asked, confused, and suddenly worried.

"I didn't mean it like that," Angie said as she brought herself up on her elbows. "I meant, your actual heart. It's not beating."

"I'm dead," he merely said as he gently tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

Angie stayed quiet as she stared into her mate's eyes.

"You're a doctor. Did you find any scientific explanation for… vampirism?"

A small and sad smile appeared on Carlisle's face.

"No."

"Right," she sighed, "you think you're evil," she rolled her eyes. "So, it's like… magic? Do you think there are other… supernatural creatures in the world?"

"You mean witches?"

"Yeah, or… anything, really. Other than humans."

"I know for a fact that werewolves, or shifters, do exist."

"Werewolves?" Angie repeated, a little too loud. She was supposed to be sleeping.

"Yes," Carlisle chuckled.

"Have you ever met one? Aren't werewolves dangerous for vampires?"

"They are," he nodded. "And I have met some, yes."

"Wh- when? Where?"

"We can talk about it later, you need to rest."

"But…" she was about to protest but she yawned, proving Carlisle right.

The vampire chuckled. "See?"

Angie sighed, giving up. "It's not fair," she whined.

Carlisle smiled, amused, before he kissed her forehead. "We'll have time to talk about it later," he said.

"Fine."

She kissed his cheek before she settled back into his arms. "Good night Carlisle," she yawned again.

"Good night, angel."

As tired as she was, her mind refused to stop working, and she couldn't help but think about what had been troubling her for a while now. She had tones of questions, and werewolves were only at the bottom of the list. She was a teenager, and she had questions every teenager with a crush would have, except her crush was her mate, and he was a vampire, and he was centuries old, even though she chose to look at it like he was "only" 23. But even if he was "only" 23, she was only 16, and she knew that was a huge problem. For him and for her. She wished she were older. She wished she were 18, so that neither of them would be afraid to say what they wanted to say and to do what they wanted to do.

She was 16, and she had never had a boyfriend before. And Carlisle was her first, and he will be her last. And he's not even her boyfriend yet, and she doubted he would ever be. He is her mate. He is hers. And even though she had only met him three months ago, she loved him, and she had no doubt about that. She just wished she could say it aloud.

"What's wrong?" he suddenly asked.

She looked up at him with a confused look.

"I can hear your heartbeat," he said. "Are you okay?"

"Yes I'm fine," she whispered.

She never thought she would be the possessive type. But then, she never thought she'd have a mate. Maybe all mates felt this way. She had a feeling they did, seeing how Edward was with Bella.

He started stroking her hair with his left hand, hoping it would soothe her, and make her feel better about whatever was troubling her.

"You know you can tell me anything," he said.

"Can I?" she said, after a moment of silence. It was more of a rhetorical question than an actual one.

"Of course."

She thought long and hard about it but she was too tired to think straight or make any reasonable choice and she was too tired to even notice.

She didn't move, she was staring at nothing as he kept stroking her hair and her lips started to move and sound came out of it.

"I love you."

It was like the planet had stopped spinning. Carlisle's heart would have stopped if it were still beating. Angie shyly and slowly looked up as Carlisle's hand was suddenly out of her hair and he wasn't saying anything.

Her eyes met his. She didn't know what to expect. She fought hard the desire to read his mind. She knew it was wrong and she was too scared to find out what he was really thinking at the moment. It took all the courage that was left in her to speak again.

"I don't want to wait two years to be with you, to really be with you. I see Bella with Edward and I just…" she shook her head and took a deep breath, "it's not fair that we can't be like them just because you're five years too old and I'm two years too young! We're the same!"

Carlisle suddenly took Angie by the waist and sat up. He wiped a tear off her cheek and that's when she realized she was crying.

"I'm over three centuries too old," he said.

"That doesn't count," Angie disagreed with a shaky voice. "Edward's over a hundred years old!"

"Edward's 17."

"And you're 23," she said and she saw him frowned. "I don't care how old you are! It doesn't matter… does it?"

Carlisle sighed but stayed silent. The thought that he didn't love her back grew bigger each second that passed.

Angie never thought silence could hurt that much.

"I thought maybe in two years you would have changed your mind," Carlisle finally whispered, "I thought maybe eventually you would have chosen life over death. Over me."

Angie gasped.

"I meant what I said. I'm yours. But you don't have to be mine."

"I know I don't have to!" she told him, "I know you'd let me go if that's what I wanted. But I don't want to go. And I'm not going anywhere, Carlisle. You're stuck with me for the rest of your immortal life! And I'm stuck with you for the rest of mine."

"You're too young to know what you want," he said.

"So you do have a problem with my age," she whispered.

"You had all your life to live before you met me. A normal human life."

"I'm a telepath, Carlisle! I would have probably killed myself because of the pain before I even graduated high school. Or I would've gone mad! I would have never made it if I hadn't met you! I was such a mess. My life is a thousand times better with you in it. I may be young but I know what I want. And I won't change my mind. I'm your mate and I belong to you. I want to be with you! Don't you want to be with me?"

"Of course I want to be with you," he said, "but I'm not sure you understand what you're giving up on."

"My stupid mortal life, my family and food," she answered, "I've been thinking about it for a few weeks, I know what it means to be with you and I don't care."

"And kids," he reminded her. "You won't be able to have any children once you're a vampire."

"So?" she asked, "I don't care about that. And don't tell me it's because I'm young and I'll change my mind. I don't want kids, and even if I did I don't want kids with anyone else but you. So even if I stayed human, I'll just be alone for the rest of my short life. How is that better than being with my mate? How is anything better than being with you?"

"You're so mature for a sixteen year old," he sighed, defeated.

"Well, I grew up fast," she whispered.

Carlisle took her face in his hands and wiped the tears off her cheeks before he kissed her forehead.

"I love you too," he whispered in her ear before he rested his forehead against hers.

She smiled, then moved her hands up his chest onto the back of his neck. They were inches from each other, she could feel his cold breath on her face and he could hear her heart beat fast in her chest. Her fragrance was driving him crazy, more than usual, and he couldn't resist putting his lips on hers.

The unfamiliar sensation made her entire body shiver. His lips were so cold and hard it should have felt weird, but it didn't. She kissed him back almost immediately, after a second of surprise. She slid her fingers in his blond hair as he placed his left hand under her thighs and gently made her lay down. His hands were barely touching her, he was being as careful as he could be, he was afraid to hurt her.

She reluctantly broke the kiss to breathe. She felt dizzy, like her heart was about to explode.

"You okay?" she breathed out, she wondered where his hands had gone.

"I've never been better," he nodded. "I've been waiting for you for a really long time. I thought waiting two more years would be easy… I was wrong," he admitted.

"I know you feel bad about turning me…"

"Angie…" he cut her off.

"Hang on, listen to me. I know you think you're a monster who's going to Hell. But I also know you're wrong. You're too good to end up there. And I don't want you to be trying to dissuade me to change my mind about this."

"I can't make any promises," he said.

"You know it breaks my heart that you think so low of yourself. You're a so much better person than most humans."

"I'm not going to turn you before you're 18."

"I know," she nodded, "and that's exactly when I want to do it. On my 18th birthday."

"That's August of next year."

"Yes."

"You haven't thought about this nearly enough," he told her.

"Carlisle, what did I just say?"

"What about your father? Your mother? After you're like me, you won't be able to see them anymore. We'll have to leave Forks. You won't be able to walk in the sun. Promise me you'll consider every angle."

"Like you said, I have over a year to make up my mind. But Carlisle, we met three months ago and I already know. Bella already knows too. And I know you do too."

"It doesn't matter what I want. Or what I need. Only you matter."

"I told you never to say that again. You should try and be selfish for once. You deserve to be selfish for a little while."

"I am already being selfish," he said. "I've never been more selfish than when I decided to stay in Forks with you."

Angie sighed. "You're exhausting me."

Carlisle chuckled. "Sorry. But it's true."

"Then keep being selfish. It'll kill me to lose you."

"I'm not going anywhere," he said. "And you really should get some rest."

"As long as you're here when I wake up," she whispered as she settled back into his arms.

"I will be," he said. "Always."