Angels POV

I woke up before the sun was even winking in the sky. This was normal routine for me, get up, get ready, work out. I went over to the large doors stationed on the other side of my room and gasped when I realized it was a walk in closet, possibly bigger than my whole apartment. Who the fuck designed this place? Its like I am living in some twisted fairy tale. Like the rabbit hole, I was sucked in never to see the real world again. I walked to the very back of the closet where a fancy wooden label read "Workout." Nike, Under Armor, Lulu Lemons, Adidas, Athleta, and North Face were all staring back at me. Let me repeat "What the fuck!" I snagged a VSA sports bra, my ultimate favorite, and a pair of Lulu's yoga pants.

My eyes drifted to the floor and saw sneaker after sneaker lined up. I went for the Ghost 3 hoping to get in some outdoor running. I was positive this place had trails and it would be good to familiarize with the area. I always had the safety of my girls in mind. I walked out of my closet and towards the hall, making sure to close the doors softly. Alice and Rosalie liked their beauty sleep. I made my way to the basement that Emmett pointed out yesterday. He said that they had the latest equipment and weapons. I walked past the kitchen on the way down and smelled something heavenly, my nose decided for me and I walked toward the smell without even realizing it. If anything, I am consistent... WHAT THE FUCKK! This kitchen is huge and filled with woman and men bustling around preparing what looks like breakfast...a delicious breakfast.

"NEIN NEIN! You must not be in here! Surprisee!"A stout woman said walking toward me, her face red from the heat coming off of the stoves and ovens. "You must leave! Surprise! Ohhh no! Miss Cullen is going to be very very disappointed" Her accent strong, her glare even stronger. I would guess southern Germany.

"I'm sorry, but I smelled vanilla and apple, and being a fellow chef myself I just had to know what was going on in here." I apologize "Your kitchen is beautiful by the way."

"You have good taste" She said simply, her glare no longer present

"I like to think so! Now about the surprise, I won't tell if you don't! I would not want to see Esme upset either" I say trying to mollify the situation even more so.

"You are good girl" She says giving me a crooked smile "I am Irina, head chef. I come from Germany, good place for beer, and sausage! And when I say sausage I dont just mean the food!" She says with a wink.

"Believe me I know" I say with a wink of my own, causing her to laugh heartily.

"You come around 4 tomorrow, we see what you have got!"

"Sounds good! I will see you tomorrow then!" I say while backing out of the door, when my back hits something hard. My mind automatically registers who it is, which is definitely strange. Edward. I turn around to look up at him, just in time to see him licking his smirking lips.

"German Sausage, huh?" His face trying not to laugh, mine trying to put out the fire currently residing on my cheeks.

"Yeah the biggest and best sausage I have ever had" I say before pushing my way around him "Bye Irina, See you tomorrow!" I yell as I walk towards the basement door.

"She invited you back to her kitchen?!" he asked flabbergasted

"Yeah so what?" I ask curiously, he doesn't seem like the kind of person to be easily taken by surprise.

"Irina doesn't let anyone in her kitchen...except for me!" Looks like this kid couldn't handle a little competition! What a brat.

"Yeah I'm sure she just got tired of your dismal attitude, and needed someone more pleasant. Cooking is an art of passion, and you are considerably lacking in that area!" I say with a smirk.

"Believe me Isabella" He says taking a step closer to me, his mouth at my neck "I do not lack passion, in fact I am almost certain that you wouldn't be able to control yourself if I fully released the passion I have." My legs were shaking from the breath beating on my neck, his lips moved over the column of my throat, biting slightly. He was definitely playing games, but my body was frozen, unable to stop him. Too much. He raised his head, green eyes blazing into mine, and he lowered his lips to mine. "Sucker" her whispered before turning around and walking away.

"What the fuck" I whispered to myself

"My thoughts exactly Spatz" I turn around to see Irina standing there and smiling " Sparrow...I like it! It suits you. Little Spatz"

"What just happened Irina?" I ask my eyes still wide, my heart still thundering.

"He likes you, simple"

"We just met and we have already fought more times than I have shot a gun! Which is a lot in case you are wondering." disbelief coloring my tone

"Hate is the same as love. It is just passion. You Spatz are the first to ever be a contender in that. He is very passionate man, you are very passionate woman" She waves her hands in a fluttering style, reminding me of the Napolean Dynamite movie.

" I have to go" I say before quickly leaving

"PASSION!" She yells after me, hitting the counter with her wooden spoon.

I make my way to the basement, and finally find my destination. And it does not disappoint. I head straight towards the sparring ring and go through a series of kicks and rolls. Easy enough. I see a sound system and plug my Ipod in. I start doing one of my older routines that requires stealth and parkour. Definitely a favorite of mine. After about 20 minutes of that I do some lifting and other drills before laying eyes on the arsenal of weapons that line a hidden wall. Welll fuck, they are seriously packing! Time for some shooting, and maybe even dagger play! Is that a sword? I walk up to the wall and see old Egyptian style weapons, mixed amongst other ancients. So freaking cool! I mean I have worked with it all, but this was like a candy store, all of the choices laid out in front of me. I picked up a deagle...desert eagle in case you were wondering! Not thinking things could get any better I realize that these beautiful pieces are gold plated. Why didn't we have this shit in our HQ? I got to talk to Charlie about this.

Setting up the targets was easy enough, I went through 5 clips and demolished about 50 targets. Maybe less, Maybe more. I always lose track when I am in the zone like that.

"Impressive" Someone says from behind me.