Here's the next chapter, I really hope you enjoy it! – And a special thanks to Kate Merlin, dulcesiita and supernaturalXlover for being the first three people to review. This chapter`s for you! Also, Angeline's gift is explained more in this chapter – with some Edward/Angeline bonding time going on.

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Two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.

-Fredrich Halm

It had taken a full hour and half for Edward to settle down enough that I could explain what had happened to him. First, he thought he was dead – he claimed someone who possessed my level of beauty couldn't be human. The ironic part was that he was right, I wasn't a human, and he wasn't a human either.

Then he accused me of being a demon that had punished him for his sins – a fact that could also be right. Then he imagined that I had kidnapped him, to which I finally had to tell him what happened, lest he confuse me for a criminal.

"Edward ..." I started, and as I checked my internal clock. I was relieved to see that Carlisle would be home soon. He blinked at the bell like quality in my voice, and unconsciously took a tiny step forwards. I smiled and took a step towards him, reaching out a hand.

Carefully and cautiously he took my hand, and I pulled him with me. We sat on my bed, the same one he'd been burning on just an hour ago. "How do you feel?" I asked, and looked into his crimson eyes.

"Alive, I thought I had died ... I was in hell... I heard you speaking to me ... telling you were sorry for what you had do-'' He broke off, and looked at me suspiciously. "For what you'd done to me. What did you do to me?"

I cringed, and hopped off the bed, pulling him with me. He looked surprised at my strength, and considering my 5'0 stature, it's understandable. I pulled him in front of a large, silver mirror that dominated the height of one wall and he gasped, his eyebrows shooting into his hairline.

I had to admit, he was beautiful. He was tall, approximately Carlisle's height, with stylishly messy bronze hair; the most peculiar color I'd ever seen. He stared at his reflection, as if not wanting to believe it was him – but he mostly stared at his eyes. "Beautiful," He whispered.

"What am I?" he asked, and I was impressed. Not many newborn vampires knew what they had just become but Edward guessed it right away.

"My name is Angeline... I'm not the one who bit you; it was Carlisle, or Dr. Cullen. Edward... I do not know how to soften this for you, so I might as well say it. Edward, you're a vampire."

His eyes widened to the size of saucers, "I'm a what?"

"A vampire. Dr. Cullen and I are vampires as well. Edward, he's very sorry that he did this to you. I want you to know that had there been another way, we never would have created you. You were on the brink of dying, and... well; now you can never die."

"Never? So, I'm stuck like this forever?" he murmured, more to himself than to me.

"Yes, forever. You'll never age, never die, never get old or hurt by meek human tools like knives or bullets – humans have had it wrong for centuries. You can't stab a vampire to kill it, you have to burn it," I said, thinking of the cross that hung in Carlisle's study.

"What about poison! What about starvation or drowning!" he replied, suddenly hopeless.

"Nothing but flames – well, you can be torn apart by another vampire."

He stilled into what looked like a carving of a Greek god standing in my room– and stared at me with nothing but bewilderment and ... fury? "So ... you've turned me into a ... monster!" he hissed the last part, his gaze venomous. I flinched under his gaze, but remained otherwise composed and calm.

"Yes," I replied, and he growled.

"Why! You couldn't have left me there? I wanted to die, and now... I'm this. A monster that feeds on innocent people-'' He ranted and I cut him off.

"Edward, we don't survive on human blood," I stated.

He looked at me, trying to detect a lie. "What do you eat then?"

"Animals," I answered simply. "That's why your eyes are red, and mine are gold. You still have human blood in your system – I have none."

This seemed to calm him – if only a little. At least Edward was now assured that he wouldn't have to feed off innocents.

It took a full three hours – which is practically a century in vampire time – to answer all of Edward's questions and explain everything about us and our lifestyle. Carlisle, who had come home shortly after Edward went berserk when I told him what he was, answered most of the questions.

After coming in a full circle, Carlisle and I glanced at each other.

"Edward, please don't feel obligated to stay with us. You may leave, if you choose to," Carlisle said simply. Edward eyed us, and then shook his head after a moment of thought.

"No. I don't want to be alone," he whispered and I squeezed the hand I was still holding.

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After about three months of being a vampire, Edward had finally started acting semi-normal again, though both Carlisle and I could tell he was thoroughly repulsed by hunting. Carlisle was feeling particularly guilty and insisted on taking Edward on his first hunt himself, with me watching over them in case Edward lost control. Afterwards, instead of simply getting rid of the clothes with blood on them – he'd burn them. It was as if he didn't want to be reminded of what he was.

One afternoon, I was sitting in Carlisle's study – listening to Edward play the piano downstairs and looking at him.

My mate, the one I was supposed to be with – but who escaped my grasp every time. He`s tall, poised and thin – like the blade of a knife. With wavy blonde hair and red eyes, apparently a "traditional vampire" over a "vegetarian". Though it was not the blonde hair, or ruby eyes that held my attention; it was the scars. Hundreds upon hundreds of scars were on his body – overlapping the most on his neck and jaw. They disappeared into his shirt, but I knew that they most likely covered his torso as well.

Even so, he was beautiful to me.

I wanted him, and I knew for a fact that he was not anywhere in Europe or Asia – having searched for fifty years and asking every vampire I had met along the way. Even the Volturi had no knowledge of him – and I was beginning to feel that he didn't exist. Though the rational part of my mind knew this wasn't possible, that he was out there somewhere and that I needed to find him.

"Then you should go," Edward murmured a little bitterly, and I looked up to see him standing in the doorframe.

"I should go where?" I asked, generally confused. Had I said that out loud?

"To look for your mate," He answered and quirked an eyebrow as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"How did you? Edward ... I didn't say that out loud," I replied, staring at his curiously. Can you hear this? I thought, and he nodded slowly. A gasp escaped my dead lips and I widened my eyes. Good lord...

"Edward ... you're ... a mind reader, I believe would be the phrase," I said, looking at him with new eyes. How had Carlisle or I never noticed this before?

"Phrase?" he mused.

"I believe the correct phrase would be a telepathic, actually."

Edward was quiet for what seemed like an hour. He stared at me and then looked back at himself. "Is there something wrong with me, Angeline?"

I blinked. "Wrong?" I asked, perplexed.

"Can all v-vampires-'' he winced, "read minds? Can you?"

I shook my head. His eyes betrayed him – there was something else about himself that he worried about. He seemed unhappy. "No, it's a powerful gift though, not all vampires have gifts."

"Gift?" Edward's eyes suddenly alight with anger that was usually subdued. "Nothing about this life is a gift."

I looked down at the floor. "Some vampires, such as you, have gifts. Extra talents that you bring from your human life –only they're intensified."

He seemed to mull it over, and I could only guess if he'd accepted my explanation. "Do you or Carlisle have gifts?" He used the word sharply, still bitter about the wording.

"Carlisle doesn't, but he has one of the strongest willpowers I have ever seen, and I'm over one hundred fifty. He can stand next to a bleeding person and not blink an eye. And me? Well ..." I trailed off, wondering how to explain my particular gift. "I see people's mates, to put it in vampire terms. There's no such thing as 'soul mates'. A person can love several people – but never like their 'mate'. Take me for example. I could fall in love with you; I could fall in love with Carlisle and any other man out there. But it would never be like the love I would have for my mate. I prefer to call it a 'great love'.

He looked thoughtful for a moment, his eyes flickering between the window and my face. "Can you see where they are?"

I shook my head, curls bouncing. "No. I can't see where they are – I couldn't even tell you their name. Only what they look like."

"Are you quite sure who your mate is?" He asked.

"I don't quite follow you," I remarked. Was he asking me if my gift works?

"What I mean to ask is, is your power always correct?"

I nodded slowly, wondering what he was getting at.

"Can you see my mate?" He asked, and looked down at me, an odd sort of disappointment in his eyes. His words brought the image of the woman with the heart shaped face back. I knew he could see the image, and he looked – his eyes moving to see something that wasn't there.

"Amazing," he murmured softly. Then sharply, he looked at me. "This ... blonde man that you keep thinking about, is he your mate?"

I smiled softly, nodding my head. Edward looked at me, and opened his mouth slightly, like he was afraid to hurt my feelings with his words. "What is it?"

"Angeline ... you deserve happiness, but ... just ... be careful. Please, we don't know anything about this vampire," He said carefully but rather reluctantly, like he was trying to talk down a murderer.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand ..." I asked, my heart sinking into my stomach. Was he telling me that I shouldn't look for him?

"No, not at all!" He blurted, responding to my thoughts. "It`s just .. Angeline, you're the sweetest, kindest most trusting person I've ever met – in both my human and vampire lives. It's in your nature to love something until it does you harm... I'm only worrying that perhaps your mate will hurt you, and it will feel like betrayal – because you know you're meant to love him," he ranted, his words quickening with growing anxiety. He looked over at me, and tacked on, "You're my ... sister... and I care about you." He said the word sister carefully, his tone guarded. I looked at Edward, and shook my head. He was far too good to read, he had the most impenetrable poker face I'd ever seen.

Then I realized what he said.

To say that I was shock was an understatement. He had never labelled either of us – Carlisle or I – as anything, only called us by our names. He'd never acknowledged the fact that we thought of our group as a family, not a coven. I grinned, breaking out of my reverie.

I glided across the room excitedly, wrapping my arms around him, or rather around his waist. My extremely short stature did give me a disadvantage – but at least now I had superhuman qualities to counteract my vertically challenged-ness. He stilled, as he normally did with physical contact, and I buried my face into his stomach.

I felt his arms around me – placed hesitantly- when he whispered. "Why'd he do it?"

I froze, still in his tight embrace. I pretended not to know what he meant. "Why'd who do what?" I asked innocently.

"Angeline ..." He sighed unhappily, and looked down at me, his crimson eyes intense.

"He did it out of loneliness, Edward. He was frightened of being alone," I whispered, breaking our hug and stepping away from him. His brow creased in a perplexed manner.

"But ... Carlisle has you?" His words came out as a question.

"For now. Edward, when you're faced with forever, being alone is a terrifying thought. It's why I went with Carlisle; it's why he created you. Carlisle`s biggest fear is being alone – having nobody but himself. He'll always have me and he knows that," I explained. Who knew how long it was going to take to find him. He really could be anywhere in the world, with anyone. My stomach twisted painfully, what if he was with someone? What if my mate was in love with someone else?

After speaking so confidently to Edward, doubt began to seep in from the cracks in my plans. Should I even bother looking for him? And ... why was Edward acting so jealous?

"Go," Edward murmured, but it was with a sadness. "We'll be fine. Don't come back until you've found him. Just go, Angeline."

Those were the only words of comfort that I needed – I smiled, and with a wink and a peck on the cheek, I was gone.

...

Carlisle, however, seemed more understanding about my leaving. He didn't question my gift, or tell me to be careful about my mate. He simply let me go because, after all, we weren't really bonded in anyway.

Sure, we thought of ourselves as a family, but we didn't actually share a bond. We weren't related by blood, venom or the pull of mates. We had just, sort of adopted one another into our lives – but no matter the lack of bonds – Carlisle was still my friend.

"When do you leave?" He questioned over his desk at the hospital, not looking up from his file.

I hesitated. "Right now. I came to say goodbye."

Carlisle's head snapped up and he frowned at me. I scowled at the blonde man. "Carlisle, don't you dare try to convince me to stay." I announced. "Edward already has," I grumbled as an afterthought.

Carlisle smiled, a knowing and secretive smile – one that I hated. Out of all things in life, the thing I hated the most was being kept out of the loop. I hated other people knowing things that I didn't – especially when it had to do with me.

The secretive smile obviously had a lot to do with me.

I grimaced. "What are you keeping from me, Carlisle?" I asked, shifting onto my other hip to keep up the human charade.

"Edward, he tried to convince you that you shouldn't look for your mate?" He asked, and there was that unholy smile again.

I nodded slowly, careful with my words.

Carlisle chuckled to himself. "Ah, Angeline. For someone so perceptive, you often overlook the obvious."

I raised a pale eyebrow. "The obvious being what?"

He worked his jaw. "Edward's feelings towards you."

To say I was bewildered would be the understatement of the century.

I'm extremely sure that if vampires could feint, it would have happened to me. Even in its superhuman ability my mind couldn't believe or process the fact that Edward could possibly have feelings for me. Although, after a moment when I regained my composure, I started to think about it.

Up until now I had thought of myself as an intelligent person but this made me rethink things. I ran through Edward's words in our last talk. How he'd questioned my gift – that had to do with mates – the disappointment in his eyes when I showed him his mate and his hesitant words. It all made sense now that my mind was actually trying to piece it together.

Suddenly I was angry at myself. Infuriated at the pain I must've put Edward through. How many hours had I constantly babbled to him about my mate, about how everything would be perfect once I found him? How many times had he consumed my thoughts and been the center of my attention?

Then, I was angry at Edward. A part of me knew it was irrational and unjust – but I was so confused I didn't care anymore. How dare he have feelings for me when he knew that we were both meant for something else!

That part of being human I never understood. Even as a human, I was always looking for the one. I never rolled around in the hay bales with other boys – because I was looking for the one.

I looked out at the window at the setting sun that colored the sky delicate colors of pink and orange. Feeling rejuvenated I grabbed a pen and paper from the top of Carlisle's orderly desk; and wrote out a note.

Edward,

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for a lot of reasons – one being that I don't have the courage to say this to your face. Another for not realizing your feelings sooner, and lastly for not being able to return them. Edward, I have the ability to know that you and I could love each other, but never as much as we could love someone else. I can't cheat you out of that, nor can I do it to her.

I love you Edward, even if it's not the way you'd like me to,

Angeline.

Placing it where Carlisle would be sure to find it, I wrote.

Carlisle, make sure Edward get's this. Goodbye my friend – I'll see you soon.

Then I ran.