Sorry it took so long. Writer's block. One of my reviews said I was going rather fast with my story, so I added in a few extra chapters, so this one digresses from what I planned on writing about. There will be alittle bit of fun, before the witch council. Also, I didn't have Angela in here very much, so I gave her a bit of a part in this chapter.

Chapter 11: The Dance

It was a rainy day. I was dressed in black, as was the rest of my family. We were standing outside and the sky threatened to open up and drown us. We were standing near the back of the Mark's graveyard as the preacher droned. I caught a glimpse of Mr. Odgon holding his wife. Carol's eyes were red from crying. The coffin lay in the stretcher, waiting to be lowered. The harsh smell of embalming fluid seeped out from the shut casket. A large picture of Mike Ogdon was put on a tri--fold in front of the coffin. In a flash we were all running, hiding from the town of Marks. They would surely be searching for us soon. We were going to hide out for a decade or so in Siberia. My mind couldn't focus. Too many thoughts were flashing through. It must have been Renesmee. She was showing me her thoughts.
I watched helplessly as Renesmee lunged and knocked Mike to the ground. I saw her teeth lower towards his neck. Renesmee was incapable of turning anyone into a vampire. But if she was inclined, she could bleed him dry or rip his throat out in a matter of seconds. Mike flew back and skidded on his butt for a few seconds. Renesmee still stood.
"Don't pick on my family." She hissed, clearly angry. Mike looked stunned. She had avoided biting him. She looked close to tears, her breath ragged from restraint.
"I –I - I didn't mean anything by the outfit." Mike stammered. "Your family seemed to be reclusive, it was Carol's idea." He pointed his finger towards my imitator. "She said you were weird, and pale. And she said we should dress up as vampires to make fun of your family." Mike was scared. I smiled, I would be too if a little freshman girl had knocked me on my butt. He stood up and Edward put himself between Mike and the rest of the family. He went into a protective crouch, keeping the outsiders from coming in. Or was he keeping Renesmee from attacking them? Carol rolled her eyes.
"It was just a stupid joke. You guys are so touchy." With that, she made a flourish turn and the rest of her friends followed her, leaving Mike to fend for himself. I watched Renesmee go from furious to embarrassed in a matter of seconds. A deep red blush crept over her face.
"I'm sorry, Mike. It's just, you haven't been the first person this week to let me know that I stand out from my family." She sighed, " It's hard being the oddball." Mike stood up, a little shaky at first.
"It's all right. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." He made a gesture towards Renesmee, but Edward still blocked her. The boy looked truly sorry. I put my hand out and touched Edward's arm. Edward turned his attention to me and I gently led him away from Renesmee and onto the dance floor. He took my hand and we started elegantly dancing to the music. The song was a slow song and from the looks of the auditorium, the Cullen's were the only ones that actually knew how to dance. The other high schoolers swayed from foot to foot; we glided smoothly across the floor. The other kids exited the dance area and let us dace.
"I don't like Mike's thoughts." Edward whispered.
"And what were your thoughts like when you first got to know me?" I asked Edward innocently.
"I wanted to take you to a secluded place and kill you, tasting every droplet of your blood." He smiled as I turned, gracefully under his arm.
"See? Mike's thoughts couldn't be that bad." I changed my tactic, "Face it Edward, she's growing up. She can do some things on her own." Edward relaxed a bit.
"I guess you're right." Edward looked up and turned his head. I turned around and noticed he was staring at Angela. I looked at him questioningly.
"The council is coming soon." He stated quietly, then he smiled. "And she's bored." We twirled over to the edge of the dance floor where we stopped. Edward walked over to Angela and bowed deeply.
"Miss Weber, care to share this dance with me?" He stood and put his hand out. She blushed, smiled and accepted. Edward could have glided effortlessly with Angela, but he tried his hardest to make the dance look uncomfortable. She was our teacher, after all. Even though the music was loud, I could hear, with perfect clarity, everything they said.
"The council head said she would come by in the next day or two." She started, awkwardly.
"What is this interview going to be like?"
"I honestly don't know, this hasn't happened in over three hundred years, and your family isn't like the typical interviews they did." Edward shifted, trying to make the dance look uncomfortable. Angela was our teacher, not a friend, and normal teenagers wouldn't dance with their teachers.
"I guess this is the dance with the groom, that you missed out on at the wedding." Edward continued to guide Angela around the room. She blushed.
"I have to admit, back in Forks, I had a small crush on you. But I knew you were out of my league." Angela looked confused. I knew it was Edward's ability to dazzle the truth out of people that was at work.
"You are beautiful, Angela. You need confidence. I know that perfect person will come by." Angela shook her head.
"You don't understand, Edward. I'm a freak. If I go with a guy, he will age. At first, I will age with him, but I will stop when I'm in my thirties, and he will continue. He'll die and I'll still be thirty something."
"Angela, Believe me when I say this." Edward whispered. "I do understand, and you are not a freak. Your search for that someone will just be a little harder. It took me a while, but I finally found Bella." Angela smiled, and Edward nodded, reading her mind. I was relieved that Edward left out how long he had been without me. Angela didn't need to be depressed about that.
"You are a great person, Edward, I wish I got to know you better in Forks, and you are a wonderful dancer." Edward smiled.
"It comes with the age and the cold skin." Angela and Edward walked away from the dance floor next to me.
"I think I'll return you to your girlfriend, thank you for the wonderful dance Edward." Angela let go of his hand. Edward took my hand quickly.
"Thank you very much for the dance, Miss Weber." Edward smiled his dazzling smile. Edward leaned in to me and brushed his lips against my cheek.
"Would you like to join me outside?" He whispered. I nodded. After almost six years, Edward could still dazzle me. As we headed outside, I noticed that Renesmee was leading Mike around on the dance floor. She had mastered ballroom dancing. Unfortunately, Mike was a swayer. Renesmee was trying to teach him. The rest of our siblings were dancing on the floor, completely engulfed in the good time they were having.

Once we were away from prying ears, loud music and multiple thoughts, Edward pulled me tight into his embrace.
"Almost like our prom." He sighed.
"Almost. Except, I'm not in a boot." I laughed. He joined in.
"That is true. Our family is having a great time. We never got to go to dances before. We never really felt the need to go. You and Renesmee have made a huge difference in our family." I touched his cheek with my hand. I left my hand there, cradling his face.
"We have many more dances to go to." His eyes looked lost for a moment. Then he snapped into attention, as if he just remembered something.
"That reminds me, the council member Angela sent for, is due to be here in a few days."
"I heard. I also heard what you said to Angela. That was very sweet of you." I rested my head into Edward's chest and we began to sway like the high schoolers.
"Angela and I have a lot in common. I hope she finds someone soon." Edward wrapped his arms around me. Then he stiffened.
"Those kids that dressed up as vampires want to invite Renesmee to a sleep over." Edward's mind reading ability crushes yet another tender moment.
"She's never really been to a sleep over. Well except at La Push. She might like it." Soon enough, I could faintly hear them ask her to spend the night. They were using the excuse that they would like to learn some of Renesmee's cheerleading techniques. Edward and I headed inside.

Renesmee was beaming. Carol and the other girls had just asked her to join them for a sleepover at Carol's. Renesmee bounded up in front of us, followed by the girls.
"Edward, Bella! I was invited to a sleep over at Carol's!"
"These girls were making fun of you, not even an hour ago." Edward pointed out. Renesmee didn't even seem phased.
"They want to make it up to me." She was still smiling. "They want me to show them my cheerleading moves." Carol looked annoyed.
"Just call your mom and dad and ask them. You don't have to ask for your sibling's permission." Renesmee looked confused for a second.
"I, I like asking them. They help me ask Esme and Carlisle." She knew Esme and Carlisle would just tell her to ask us. Edward looked at Carol.
"I don't like the fact that Mr and Mrs. Ogdon are out of town." I looked up at Edward. He must have read Carol's mind.
"How did you know that?" Carol asked, proving my theory.
"Carlisle told us this afternoon." He smoothly shot back. Mike followed up behind Renesmee.
"I also don't like the idea that Mike will be there and there will be no parental supervision." I added. Carol did her famous eye roll.
"You guys live in the same house and you're all dating each other. I'm sure you're not always watched." I glared at Carol. Alice skipped up beside me. She knew what was about to happen. Edward assessed the situation.
"I think Carlisle and Esme would feel more comfortable with the idea if the other girls were there to help supervise." Carol made a face. The idea of having us at her sleep over wasn't her idea of fun. Alice's smile lit up the room.
"Sleep overs? I love sleep overs! Let's have it at our house!"
"Remember our sleeping arrangements?" I whispered, too low for human ears.
"But I like sleepovers at other people's houses more!" She chimed, remembering that our rooms still look like they belonged to married couples, not high school teenagers.
"But Edward, Rosalie has other engagements tonight, she won't be able to go." Alice whined. I cringed. Rosalie and Emmet were always too busy to do anything with us.
"So if these two go, Renesmee can go also?" Carol asked. Edward nodded. "All right, sounds fair." She continued staring at Edward.
"That's great!" Renesmee jumped up and down. "Just let us go get our pajamas and grab a quick bite to eat." Our eyes were getting darker, we had put off eating in order to get ready for the party.
"Don't forget your sleeping bags." Carol reminded. I could sense a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Carol and her friends turned to leave. Alice and Renesmee were making plans on what to wear over there, when I heard Carol whisper.
"Just wait till they fall asleep, then we'll get them."
If only she knew how long she was going to have to wait.

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YAY Time for the sleepover! I originally had planned to have Renesmee bite Mike. But this version turned out so much better! Thank you to everyone that helped me decided whether to have her bite him or not.