Alright, so this chapter is dedicated once again to dulcesiita, who reviewed once again – and was the first. Thanks, I really appreciate your support.

Disclaimer (LOL, I just learned you're supposed to do these) I don't own anything from the original storyline. Only the new stuff is mine. This one will be shorter, but there'll be some Jasper/Angeline in the next chapter!

"One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter"

James Earl Jones

As soon as I left home; I regretted not thinking of a plan first. I had absolutely no idea where I should go – and hated traveling to boot. At least I wouldn't have to find hotel rooms like I would when I was human. Whenever I needed clothes, I withdrew from Carlisle's account, simply because then he could vaguely guess where I was. I knew it was probably little comfort, but at least it was something, right?

I couldn't deny that I regretted leaving that note for Edward, but I wasn't going to let him ruin my plans. It's just ... I'd never had feelings for Edward that went beyond friendship and companionship. I could never love Edward because now I knew who I was supposed to love. It was my gift but it was also a curse. I just longed for the day that Edward found his mate, and hoped it was soon.

I was glad that neither Edward or Carlisle had insisted on coming with me – this just felt oddly personal. As if it was wrong of me to bring someone else with me, sort of selfish even. Asking them to leave with me and find something that wouldn't benefit them in any way, shape or form? If anything, my mate would be a nuisance. Especially if he was a newborn – vicious and uncontrollable with thirst that would rival a thousand parched humans.

It was obvious to me that we'd have to switch him over to animal blood immediately. I paused mid stride in my run – I was currently sprinting like a comet across the southern part of New Mexico – What if he didn't want to change over? What if he didn't care about humanity?

What if he was a monster?

Would I be forced to choose between my family and my mate? Would he even want to come and live with us in the first place?

I refused to think of what would happen when I brought him home to Carlisle and ... Edward.

So far, I'd cleared California, Nevada and Arizona– It was a smart decision, given the summer sun it would have just a few months later– I'd also cleared Colorado that spring, and spent the summer months in with a lot of difficulty, travelling only at night and on rare overcast days. I'd been through Utah in the early fall – only to find a few thirsty newborns, and hadn't found a single vampire in neither Missouri nor Kansas that winter. I had a few troubles with a crazed vampire named Lottie in Arkansas, out to avenge the death of her mate Tyler that spring – but I'd escaped. I wasn't a fighter by nature, but I was nimble and was able to avoid things easily.

Now, don't

Although, I did meet a new friend in an Oklahoma bar in early November. I don't know what I'd even been doing there – it's not like I'd needed food or shelter. I was lonely though – extremely lonely, so I suppose I was looking for company. It was natural for vampires to travel in pairs or by themselves, given the animalistic tendencies that came with a diet of human blood. But not for someone like me, drinking animal blood allows you to remain closer to yourself – and experience ties and bonds a lot deeper. I had been with Carlisle for the last fifty years, give or take. I wasn't used to being alone.

Mary, the vampires name was Mary. Mary was a petite brunette from Nova Scotia, and a strangely powerful vampire, around the age of twenty six, perhaps twenty nine. She didn't have any special gifts, but she was surprisingly strong for her small form. Though I suppose she shouldn't be one to talk about a person being small.

I'd offered her a place with my coven of course, explaining our diet-but she'd almost politely declined. "Unnatural, your way of life," She claimed jokingly.

I'd left her with a clear view of her mate – when she'd asked about my powers of course. "Really?" Her eyes had been begun to sparkle. "You can tell who my soul mate is?"

Cringing at the word soul mate – I saw him. Tall, dark and mysteriously dark skinned. If I had to guess, South America, he wasn't dark skinned enough to be African. Mary was a great person, kind and sweet. But her need of human blood worried me, and I gently refused to travel with her.

So I searched, and when I almost gave up hope I thought of him and pushed myself forward. By now, it had been three years and a half years. Needless to say; I was sick and tired of searching. I knew I was probably being whiny but I couldn't help it. I missed my clothes – not the new ones I bought along the way. I missed my house, not wandering aimlessly through random towns and cities. Mostly I missed my family; I missed knowing I had someone to rely on if something went wrong.

That's what scared me the most about being out here. I was alone, completely alone.

What if something happened to me? I tried not to think like that, but what if?

What If I got into a fight and was killed? Carlisle and Edward would never know, they'd probably assume that I ran away with my mate.

The whirring of disturbed air behind me knocked me out of my reverie and my senses immediately kicked into overdrive. I could smell the sweet vampire tinge that mingled with the earthy smells of the woods but I didn`t recognize the scent.

I sped up, pushing my legs faster because my flight instincts had kicked in; another vampire was chasing me. But apparently I wasn't fast enough and the pause in my stride had given them the advantage. I veered off to the right, hoping to lose him – but it was no use.

It was getting closer and suddenly, a hand gripped my shoulder, swinging me effortlessly to the side. A growl rumbled from a body other than mine and my own hiss sliced through the previously calm atmosphere. I hit a tree, cracking the trunk and causing a hailstorm of braches and leaves to rain down on me. I wasted no time springing into action – I flipped myself over, landing soundly on my feet, and clawed at my opponent, digging my nails into whatever part of them I could reach.

A scream echoed through the air and I leaped out of the way, landing on a massive boulder nearby. Both my opponent and I froze – staring at each other tensely, each waiting for the other to make the next move.

I straightened.

His build reminded me of Edward – lanky and tall. But he certainly didn't resemble the elegant vampire I knew in any other way. His sandy hair was streaked with wheat, glinting in the rising sun, his skin reflecting the tiniest trace of a sparkle.

Crimson clashed with topaz as our eyes met.

He straightened out of his pose as well, taking a few steps towards me slowly – as if I was the one who'd attacked him.

"My apologies Miss," He announced.

I narrowed me eyes. "Apologies are best kept for those foolish enough to believe them, mister." I replied icily.

"Feisty, are we?" He cooed, his lips curling in a grin.

I scowled in response, choosing not to dignify him with a reply. He continued. "I am sorry for attacking you – this is claimed territory and I felt it needed to be defended. I hadn't realized you were an animal-drinker," he said the last words with an odd tone – sort of a mocking tilt.

I straightened out of my crouch. "How did you ...?"

He grinned. "One hears stories ... rumours about the unnatural vampires in America. Resisting their instincts and corrupting the natural order of things."

I raised an eyebrow. "I see, ever met the Volturi?"

Now it was the strangers turn to scowl. "Unfortunately, yes. That's where those opinions came from; Aro never was one to take rejection well."

I smiled – this man really had met Aro. "Yes, well. We all have our faults I suppose. Aro and his band of murderers more so."

"I'm sorry once more – but I never got your name my lovely. Mine is Garrett – vampire extraordinaire and adventurer," He trilled a wicked grin on his face again.

"Angeline," I offered.

"What're you doing here? A pretty girl such as you shouldn't wander around unprotected," He replied smoothly.

I answered his question, ignoring the 'pretty girl' part. "I'm looking for someone."

He cocked an eyebrow. "I'm someone!" He caught my hand – his own dwarfing mine- and pressed his lips to it.

I smiled, embarrassed at his outright flirting. "I'm afraid you're not to 'someone' I'm looking for."

"How do you know, lovely? I could be your dream come true," Garrett finished off with a dramatic wink.

I rolled me eyes. "Yes, well. I'm pretty sure you're not him. Let's say, I have a gift," I tapped a finger to my forehead knowingly and he laughed.

"Ah, a talented vampire. I see. Well, gorgeous – you going to show me or not?" I smiled and stared at him deeply until a face swan in front of my eyes. She was blonde, long ruler straight hair with a defined jaw and low cheekbones, but just as immortally beautiful as the rest of our race.

I gasped.

Her eyes.

Her eyes weren't the normal crimson, but golden. Identical to mine, Carlisle and Edward's. I wondered ... was this stranger a soon- to- be -sibling?

"She's definitely not me," I told him, smiling. Brief disappointment flashed in his eyes before he asked.

"What's she look like? Not a troll is she?"

"Lean, straight blonde hair, low cheekbones, arched lips and ... Golden eyes," I added on . Garrett's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"One of your coven?"

I twitched, not used of referring to my family as a coven. Even though that's what we were. A coven.

I smiled ruefully. "No I'm afraid not. But I'm assuming she will be. I've never come across another coven like us."

"There's nobody like you in the world, beautiful," he cooed, licking his lips.

I raised a challenging eyebrow. "Goodbye, Garrett."

Scowling slightly, he bowed low. "Goodbye my sweet. Perhaps one day I'll take travel the perilous journey to heaven and meet you and other angels at the gates. I want to see you with full out angel wear, wings and a halo. On second thought ... perhaps just the wings and halo. You can forget the robe," With another wink and a quick peck on my surprised lips, he was gone.

I suppose this atrocious behaviour should have made me feel ashamed and embarrassed, but it didn`t. Garrett was surprisingly easy going, and I hoped that one day I would see him again.

Little did she know ...

After years of searching – literal years I still had nothing to show for it. I'd been gone from home, from Carlisle, from Edward, a total of four years. Seeing as it was nearly January, it would be closer to five years.

I'd almost gave up; I was almost halfway home when my resolution returned. This was my mate – not some random man I simply wanted to see. So I remained, so I sacrificed my time and feelings to find him.

And finally, I smelt a vampire.

More than one, if I was correct – and I usually was, or liked to think I was.

It was late April in Texas, and tiny sparkles bounced off me and into the trees. It wasn't a particularly sunny day, and I needed to stop and find a telephone. I knew Carlisle and Edward had moved to Ohio, they'd called one night at a hotel I'd stopped and rented for myself with Carlisle's credit card. I'd never stopped before – this time it was to consider too possibility of going home and giving up on finding him.

They'd moved to Ohio, leaving behind the life I'd adopted as "Mrs. Angeline Cullen". They'd found another coven member in Columbus – and this one was Carlisle's mate. Esme Evenson was her name, now Cullen. I hadn't spoken with her on the phone, but what Carlisle had said of her; she sounded lovely. I wondered if I'd be adopted into the peronsa of Carlisle's little sister now. Obviously Esme'd be his wife or lover and Edward would probably have to be mine.

Unless I found my mate – which I was hell bent on doing, might I add.

Anyways, I'd smelt the sweetness of my kind, which only came a half second before the scent of human blood hit me. Wafting through the trees like a scent calling me to heaven, I had no choice but to follow it. It'd been only a few days since I hunted.

Now normally I'd have turned and ran away, but the fact it was spilled blood combined with the fact this vampire was unfamiliar to me drove me towards it.

I followed it out of the woods, careful to hide myself in the shadow I pressed on, following my nose. Down a dark alley and through a small space I went until I came across who I'd been looking for. I couldn't tell what color this vampire`s hair was, as it was covered in both falling snow and rusty blood. His head was down, and his arms were clamped tightly around a woman was flat brown hair.

When my scent reached him, his head snapped up and a ferocious growl echoed in my ears – like a thunder clap.

That was when I tore my eyes away from his victim and really looked at his face.

Emotions surged through me - hurt, anger, annoyance, bewilderment and most of all ... affection.

I was staring into the face of the man I'd been thinking of for the past two hundred seventeen years.

Thank you so much for reading this chapter, and I really hope you all liked it. It took me a while to write, mostly because I'm planning the next chapters, but thanks for those of you who've stuck with me. Thanks to Dalonega Noquisi and dulcesiita for reviewing.