Time started to fade into the darkness. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and the only thing that kept me focused was my sisters, appointments, the photos, and her growing belly. It was now no secrete as to what she was hiding under those draping shirts. Shee and Charlotte had become such tight friends over the past few weeks, they found things in common, babies and shopping.

I spent a lot of time trying on the ridiculous sized closet full of clothes, and modeling them for Devon and Charlotte. The clothes were way more expensive than anything I could afford on my own, and apparently I had the psychicAliceto thank for them, I had met her once, but only briefly, she was my size, with black spiky hair, and an overly kind attitude, she and Jasper, (a tall thin blond, who kept to himself, and seemed quite odd, to be honest.) had just been on there way back home, when Devon and I arrived home from school, he was permanently fifteen, but had a fake I.D., that oddly enough, was given to him by Jasper. Alice promised that we would get to talk more in the future.

Devon said that everything looked wonderful, so after about the fifteenth outfit I had tried on that night, I stopped asking his opinion on the outfits. Charlotte on the other hand… she was full of suggestions. She had ideas on what shoes would match the earrings I had, what shirt would go perfect with the stitching on my pants. She only cared on the little details that I thought nobody could possibly care, or even notice in the outfit, she had even matched all of her husbands clothes, Devon's stepfather, I had met him the first night I arrived.

"Um.." I heard a voice at the door, and turned to see an incredibly tall man. He had the same snowy skin, and crimson colored eyes, he had shaggy blonde hair. He was a vampire. I looked franticly toward Devon, then back to the stranger.

"Hey dad." I sighed, and looked back toward Devon. This must have been another adoptive parent. Charlotte ran and stretched to kiss the stranger on the lips. I blushed, looking down at the silk dress I was currently wearing. Devon took my hand again, and squeezed it gently, this shouldn't be awkward, I knew that, Devon and I were meant for each other, soul mates, but the way Charlotte was being embraced… it made me uncomfortable.

"Who is this?" he had the same pleasant voice as the others. I heard Charlotte giggle.

"Peter, this is Keller, Keller, this is Peter."

"Hello" I squeaked.

"Hello Keller, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"This is Devon's mate, the one Alice told us about! She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"She's human…" he sounded confused.

"I know I was surprised too, but she fits the description, she can see him, they met in the high school isn't that romantic? Much better circumstances than we did, I have to say," she looked at him. "Not that you weren't romantic, or anything." He nodded smiling down at her.

"She's lovely son." He smiled and nodded in my direction, and then turned back to face Charlotte. "Speaking of Alice, she and Jasper are supposed to be joining us for…" he trailed off looking at me for a second. "Excuse me." He left the room, Charlotte followed. I looked up at Devon, and leaned my face against his chest.

"So that's your dad?" he nodded "he seems nice."

"He is. How about your family, what are they like?"

"The only family I have is my dad, sister, and my step mom, my grandma is still alive, but she is delusional…" he looked at me as if to say more. I sat beside him, "They are nice, I don't really get along with anyone but my sister, Shee , she was the one at the school."

"What happened to your mom?" I didn't say anything, I had nothing to say, I had never really met her he wrapped his arms around me, "When?"

"It was a long time ago."

"I'm sorry. I lost my parents a while back, I know it's painful" I nodded.

Devon pulled me back to reality. He rubbed his thumb against my neck, a little too hard, that was going to bruise…

I looked up at him, his face was stern, and his eyes dark almost black. "Devon?" he didn't say anything, "Charlotte?" I looked over toward the door, she was already there, eyes wide.

"Devon, its okay." She looked toward me, "come here Keller. Now." I got up and ran towards her open arms.

"Charlotte, what's wrong with him?"

"oh, nothing's wrong, nothing at all. Are you bleeding dear?"

"No, I don't think so…" I looked over at Devon, and felt the cool fingers on my neck. I flinched at the touch, only because it was not his.

"oh, I see, what happened to your neck here?"

"huh?"

"honey, its okay, he just smelt the blood from this bruise." He snapped out of his trance, and was beside me in a second.

"its already bruised?" it would look even worse in a few days.

"Keller I'm so incredibly sorry, you have no idea I'm so sorry." I looked up at him, a little confused at the mood change.

"Devon, it's okay, its just a bruise, I'll be okay."

"Devon! You did this? You have to be more careful!" it was strange to see him cower to someone the size of Charlotte. I was swooped up into his arms.

"I know, Keller, I am so sorry." He started kissing me all over my face. I laughed.

"Devon, I'm fine, it'll heal, I'm okay." I heard Charlotte say something to quick to hear, probably more scolding. He just kept kissing, my cheeks, my forehead, even around my newly bruising neck, barely touching it at all, and then without warning, my lips.

With Devon, every kiss was a new experience my eyes opened as wide as they would go, I stared toward his closed eyelids, before closing my own. His lips were hard and freezing, they smashed against mine, in a strange yet appealing way, we melted together, and the tingling sensation, spread throughout my entire body. It only made sense that we were together, that we couldn't quite function separated, and I didn't know how I had managed to live my newly fourteen years without him, no matter how melodramatic it sounded. I heard somebody clear there throat, and tried to break the kiss, but he just wouldn't let me.

"Ugh, hormones." I heard Charlotte mutter, and stomp out of the room. "WE'RE LEAVING DEVON!" I felt myself being set onto the bed, and then he pulled away. I was speechless; I didn't want it to end.

"Keller?" he said my name with such passion, I was still dizzy.

"Yes, Devon?"

"I think maybe you should leave." My jaw dropped.

"huh?" he smiled a goofy smile, and shrugged his shoulders. "are you serious?" he nodded, and we kissed again, the tingling fire arose, and spread throughout my body, and my hands searched him, he caught them, and pulled them back up toward my stomach. "Why should I leave?"

"because you just look too beautiful for your own good." I sighed, stretching forward into another kiss, but only got a peck on the cheek. I scowled and threw myself backwards, him falling onto me, still holding my hands, and the kiss deepened. Lust overtook my body, and I could tell what I wanted to happen next, he showed no signs of slowing.

I broke the kiss.

"Your parents?"

"wont be back until late tomorrow morning."

And we made our own beauty.