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After we had decided that I was going to spend the night at his place, (which really none of us
seemed to like except Smith himself) we were faced with another question; how were we supposed
to get to his house?

͞I͙don͛t have a car. I ran here together with Joe.͟ Smith confessed, and I sighed. I turned my head
and looked at Julie with pleading eyes. I m
 didn͛t want to go there piggyback-style, letting Smith
carry me there on his back, running in full vampire speed.

͞Can I borrow you car?͟ I asked her, and I saw how she began to smile apologetically.

͞I͛m sorry, 
 m. I don͛t own a car.͟ She said, and her surprising words made my chin drop to the
floor. She͙didn͛t own a car??

When she saw the obvious surprise in my eyes, she immediately began to explain herself. ͞I never
really cared about things like that; it͛s just a waste of money. If I need a ride, I take the bus or borrow
my sons͛ cars.͟ She said with a shrug, and I let my eyes wander to the very entertained brothers who
sat grinningly in the sofa.

͞Can I borrow yours then?͟ I asked, now fearing what the answer highly possibly could be. Their grins
grew, and they turned their head to look at each other. Like Edward and Alice, they seemed to have
some kind of silent communication only siblings could use, and after a few seconds, they turned their
heads back to me, and spoke together in the exact same moment.

͞No.͟

͞It͛s not that we don͛t like you; we do.͟ Rick continued.

͞It͛s just that we don͛t trust that guy with our sweet baby.͟ Mick concluded, eyeing Smith
suspiciously. Smith glared at him, and Mick grinned. ͞Besides, saying yes would ruin the fun.͟ He
added. I sighed again, and I knew I had no chance whatsoever to convince them otherwise.

͞I can give you a ride.͟ Edward then said; something that was so brilliant and obvious I had forgotten
about it. I was thrilled about the idea, and when I looked over at Smith to tell him I thought it was a
perfect idea, I saw that he obviously wasn͛t as happy as I was.

͞That͛s a great idea.͟ I said, my enthusiasm faded by the slight shock I received by just looking at his
pessimistic face.

͞I don͛t know about that.͟ He said stiffly, staring at Edward with narrowed eyes. I felt how a small
fire alit inside of my; a fire of fury. Why did he have to act like this? Letting all of his actions be ruled
by his jealousy! Couldn͛t he just act like a grownup for once? He could at least consider the idea
instead of refusing it because he had to ride in the same car as Edward.

͞Well, it͛s either that, or walking there because I refuse to let you carry me there in your arms as you
run in your insanely fast vampire speed! What is it going to be?͟ I retorted angrily, and by the look on
his face, he had made his choice.

͞Fine. But you can͛t stay there.͟ He said, and I frowned. What?! Was I͙was I going to sleep there all
alone?!

͞Why not?!͟ I exclaimed, my worry clearly hearable. Smith finally looked at me, and sighed tiredly.

͞Do I have to explain this again? If he comes with us, and they decide to attack, your life and his may
be in danger.͟ He said. I frowned.

͞But he͛s just one person. I thought that only applied when there were many people involved.͟

He raised an eyebrow at me. ͞Humor me. If he follows along, and 7 other vampires attack, how am I
supposed to protect you both alone?͟ he said, and ice settled in my stomach. ͞You know your safety
comes first. If he was there, there͛s a great chance he gets killed.͟ The thought of Edward being
killed because of me made my heart ache, and after a few deep breaths I managed to make the
horrible image go away.

I looked over at Edward with a sad look, and he gave me small smile saying ͚I don͛t like this more
than you do, but it͛s the best we͛ve got͛.

͞Fine, I͛ll go.͟


 
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After a rather long (and extremely uncomfortable) ride, we finally arrived to Smith͛s house, which
was located at the end of a small road leading deep into the woods. The twins weren͛t the only ones
who didn͛t dare to borrow Smith a vehicle. Edward refused to let him drive his car, and instead told
him to give him directions to his house. Smith obeyed (after a few minutes of protesting), and I was
surprised their unwilling teamwork͙worked.

And when I saw what we had arrived to, I was kind of in shock. Smith͛s house was͙not what I had
expected.

The house before me was small. The outside of the house had once upon a time been grey, but now
the cracks that had developed through the years and the dirt that was smeared all over the wooden
panel made it impossible to identify the actual present color. The windows were dark and dirty, and
denied that anything lived inside those four walls.

͞This͙is your house??͟ I asked in an unsure voice. I couldn͛t believe it. I really hadn͛t thought about
how his house looked, or where he lived, but this was not something I would͛ve guessed.

͞Yes.͟ He answered briefly, but I could tell by the sound of his voice that he wasn͛t paying attention
to me at all. His eyes searched through the dark forest, intently looked for something in the darkness.
Then suddenly, he just disappeared. My eyes grew big out of worry, and I looked around me, trying
to find where he had gone.

͞Smith?͟ I called in an uncertain voice, and felt how my anxiety grew when I didn͛t an answer.
Edward, who stood beside me, took my hand in reassurance, but I knew he was as concerned as I
was. I turned around the other way and scanned through the shadows, but I couldn͛t find him
anywhere. I sighed, and turned back to the house when suddenly, Smith stood in front of me. I
jumped in surprise, and gasped.

͞God, you scared me!͟ I exclaimed in surprise, and I thought I detected some amusement behind his
stern features, but it was gone before I had a chance to inspect it further. Smith turned to Edward,
and spoke in a monotone voice.

͞One of the wolves is here and he͛s ready to take you back.͟ I tried to look into the direction he had
looked once before to see if I could spot one of the wolves that lurked in the shadows, but my too
week, human senses couldn͛t pick out anything except trees and darkness.

Edward gave him a hard nod, and then looked at me. He hugged me softly to his chest, and I felt how
I melted in his touch.

͞I love you.͟ He whispered in to my ear, and then kissed me on my cheek. The spot where he had
kissed me instantly flamed as a blush spread over my face. I heard how Smith (clearly annoyed by our
little lovey-dovey moment) cleared his throat in a reminder of his existence. I ignored him
completely, and looked into Edward͛s deep green eyes as he backed away his face a few inches so we
had a small space between our faces.

͞I love you too.͟ I said, my blush increasing as I did, and I saw how he smiled lovingly at me. Then,
too fast for me to react, he leaned in for a second kiss, this time on the mouth. I thought I would
become immune to his gorgeous looks and his passionate kisses as time went by, but boy was I
wrong. My heart still raced in my chest, ready to burst out of my chest at any second.

As we departed from our kiss, I saw how he smiled a crooked grin. We stared into each other͛s eyes
with hopeful smiles, but they didn͛t quite reach our eyes. I hated to be separated from him right
now, but I knew it was necessary. Having him stay meant that he could be hurt, and his life meant
the world to me. I would be able to survive one night without him͙right?

͞I guess I͛ll see you tomorrow then.͟ He said, and his smile faltered and his mouth became hard. He
still wasn͛t happy about this, I could tell, but as Smith had said before; this was our only and best
shot. Before he stepped into his car, he glanced at Smith, and then gave him a slight nod. Then he got
inside of his shiny, silver Volvo and drove away in the night. I turned my head to Smith, and my face
wore a skeptic frown.

͞What did you ask him?͟ He looked at me, surprised by my sudden question, and after a few
seconds, he managed to retort me.

͞How did you know I did?͟ he asked in a stunned voice, and I rolled my eyes at him. My boyfriend is a
mind reader; I think you pick things up as time goes.
͞I͛m not blind. I saw what happened just now. What did you ask him??͟ I repeated in a harsher tone.
I wasn͛t happy to be here, and unfortunately (for Smith) I took out that anger I held at him.

͞It͛s none of your business.͟ He retorted in an unfriendly voice, and then sighed. ͞Let͛s get you
inside, it͛s getting cold.͟ He said, and then began to lead me towards the house I would be staying at
through the night. As we walked towards his house, I suddenly began to feel nervous. I was actually
going to u
 here through the night, together with͙. I never thought I would see this day
coming, but I guess I was wrong.

As we reached the door, I stopped. Opening the door looked very risky, like the whole house would
fall apart if I as much as touched it.

͞Go ahead, its open.͟ He said, but I still hesitated. He sighed, and stepped around me and turned the
handle. The door slowly opened, squeaking uncomfortableloud as it did. I narrowed my eyes in
uncertainty, afraid what I was going to find inside. A pile of dead corpses? Dust clinging to the walls
with spider webs in the ceiling, insects crawling across the floor and hiding in the corners? And what
if he has stalker albums of me, complete with pictures and notes of what I did every day?

The door was now open, but I refused to open my eyes to see what was in front of me. Smith, who
stood beside me, scoffed and softly laughed.

͞Come on, get inside.͟ He said in a teasing voice; something I haven͛t heard before, and took my
hand and dragged me inside. My eyes opened, and the scene before me was nothing like the ones I
had in mind. The inside of the house was nothing like the outside. It was clean and ͙kind of cozy. The
walls were painted in a red color, and on the walls there were many different shelves and old objects
that looked at least a century old. The house was as I had predicted, very small, and only had one
room. In the corner of the room a small bed stood, placed beside the one and only window in the
whole house.

͞Wow͙.͟ I murmured, and stared at it all in astonishment. Smith grinned and walked ahead of me.

͞You like it?͟ he asked, and turned around to look at me. I waited a few seconds to respond, thinking
it through. Saying that I liked it would be a huge overstatement, but it wasn͛t like I disliked it or
anything. I mean, it could be worse. A  worse.

͞It͛s okay, I guess.͟ I said, and his grin grew larger. Then, his expression became embarrassed.

͞I don͛t own a fridge, or any food at all for that matter, so I won͛t be able to offer you some food for
tonight.͟ He said, and I shook my head.

͞It͛s okay, I͛m not hungry.͟ I said, and then walked over to the bed and sat down. The silence grew in
the room, and we stared at each other, not knowing what to say to one another.

͞So͙.͟ Smith said, clearly embarrassed by the awkward situation.

͞So.͟ I didn͛t know what to say either, but I wasn͛t embarrassed, just very,
m uncomfortable.

͙͞is the bed alright? I don͛t sleep so I wouldn͛t know.͟

I looked at the bed, and then frowned as a thought hit my mind. ͞But if you don͛t sleep, why do you
have a bed?͟

He shrugged. ͞I don͛t know. The saleslady wouldn͛t stop bugging me about it, so I got it.͟

My frown grew as I stared at him. ͞So͙you got a bed because someone nagged you to get it?͟

͞Well, if you͛d like to put it like that, then yes, I got the bed because someone nagged me to. But I
have to say, it was a good investment.͟

͞And why is that?͟ I asked.

He raised one eyebrow at me. ͞If I hadn͛t bought this, you would be sleeping at the floor by now.
And besides, just because I͛m comfortable standing all night doesn͛t mean I don͛t get bored.͟

͞Vampires get bored?͟ I asked skeptically.

͞Of course we do! Some of us have been around for hundreds and hundreds of years; after a while,
you͛ve done everything you͛ve possible wanted to do, and things just getboring and old.͟ He said,
and his words reminded me about our huge age difference.

͞Oh, okay.͟ I said, and silence once again filled the room. I sighed and leaned back against the wall,
feeling how the fatigue began to creep in on me, but I shook it off. Sleeping was the last thing I
wanted to do right now. A yawn escaped me though, and I saw in the corner of my eye how Smith
eyes me worriedly.

͞Maybe you should sleep now, you ought to be tired.͟ He said, and I heard the worry in his voice. I
shook my head, even though I knew he was right.

͞I don͛t want to sleep yet, not now.͟ I said, and lay down on the pillow and looked out the window
dreamingly. I wasn͛t sure if I
mwanted to sleep in the same room as him, but I knew I had to sleep
sometime tonight, and so did he.

He walked over to the bed and sat down on the floor next to it, leaning against the wall.

͞But if you don͛t want to sleep, then what do you want to do?͟ he asked me, and I thought I heard
some amusement in his low voice.

I continued to stare at the window, thinking about his question, when it suddenly hit me.

͞Could I ask you some stuff about you? I mean, I hardly know you.͟ I said, and he chuckled at my
unusual request.

͞I am yours. Ask me anything you please.͟ He said, and I could hear judging by his voice that he was
smiling. I turned around in the bed so I could look at him, and then thought of questions I wanted to
ask him.

͞Tell me about yourself.͟

He sighed, and then leaned his head back at the wall and stared up at the ceiling. ͟Well͙ As you
know, I was born in Italy 1533 near a town called Siena. I was living there with my sister Flora and my
mother Rita. We were living in a small village away from the city, and our days were relatively happy.
I worked as a Smith in the village, and ʹ͞He said, but I interrupted him.

͞A Smith?͞ I asked, and he chuckled.

͞Yes, a Smith. That was how I adapted my name.͟

͞But͙you said that your mother-͞I began to say, but he interrupted me.

͞I lied. When I first came to America, I didn͛t want others to know I was from Italy, so I changed my
name to Smith Jr. Smith, and worked constantly on my accent.͟

͞So͙what was your original name?͟ I asked. This was something new. When he first told me about
himself at the camping, he really just scratched the surface.

͞My name was Antonio Moretti. I was named after my father, who died in a battle before I was
born.͟ He told me with a slight Italian accent, and I saw some sadness in his features.

͞I͛m so sorry.͟ I told him. Then he suddenly scoffed at me.

͞I͛m 451 years old; everyone around me that I have ever loved had died. You get over it after a
while.͟ He said with a shrug, and his words struck me. He͛s been around in this world so long that
everyone he͛s known and cared about has died. And now he͛s saying itwith a shrug, like it͛s nothing.
God͙that͛s something so horrible I can͛t imagine what it͛s like.

Then he shook his head and cleared his throat audibly. ͞Anyways, like I told you before; I was 25
years old when I turned. My sweet sister was only 16 at the time. She was getting engaged with one
of the richest men in town; Luca Rossi. He wasn͛t a
 idiot like some of them were; he was kind
and friendly, like a real gentleman. She was mad in love the second she met him. She wouldn͛t stop
blabbering about him for weeks, and when he finally proposed, she was the happiest girl in the
whole world...͟ He told me, his voice full of love and admiration when he spoke of his sister.

͞That͛s when I met her.͟ His words grew more glum and sad as he now spoke, and I frowned in
concern.

͞Who?͟ I dared to ask, and he looked at me with a sad smile.

͞Stacy.͟ He said, and my eyes grew big.

͞Stacy?! As in, the name you always call me?!͟

He chuckled, and stared at me with amusement. ͞I͛m sorry about that. It͛s just that you remind me of
her.͟ He said, and I saw how he stared at me with sad admiration. Stacy͙it wasn͛t just that he was
bad at names͙but this ͚Stacy͛ actually existed. Maybe not anymore, but it wasn͛t just something
from his imagination.

͞Then͙who was she?͟ he stared at the ceiling, looking at nothing, and after a few seconds, he began
to explain.

͞Her name was Stacy Travis, and she was beautiful. She came from America to visit her family who
lived in Siena. She wasn͛t the kind of person who liked to live in the big city, so she stayed in our
village with her servant. She was wealthy, even wealthier than Flora͛s husband, but she refused to
act fancies than anyone else. She was͙amazing. She looked a lot like you. Brown hair, brown eyes,
pale skin that glowed in the moonlight.

͞I met her at the village piazza, and after that I (like my sister had been with her husband) had fallen
head over heels over that girl. We rest of the month she stayed there was the best we ever had. She
loved me too then, I knew it, and I was planning to propose her. That͛s when I met Luigi. Luigi
Bianchi. He had just moved into town, and after we had met, we were inseparable. Stacy just laughed
at us, thinking we were hilarious. Of course, at that time, I was a fool. I didn͛t pay any attention to
him; how pale he was, how his eyes sometimes changed color, and course the most obvious one; he
only went out at night after sundown or if it was cloudy. The thought that my best friend was a
vampire was just laughable at the time. But it was he who turned me.͟

I stared at him. So͙he͛s stalking me and claiming to love me because I look a lot like this Stacy. And
this Luigi, why did he turn him? ͞You said it was an accident; your change, that is. What happened?͟

He grinned at me.͟It was like you said; an accident. It happened in my smith just as I was closing.
Luigi, who at the time was very,
mhungry, was just there to give me a note, and then he was off
hunting. But unfortunately, I ruined it all. It was when I was packing away all my things, when I cut
myself at one of my tools. Luigi, who was mad with hunger, attacked me, and fed from me. To turn
into a vampire, you͛ll just have to get bitten by one, and then the venom covering our teeth will do
the rest.͟ He said, and smiled a full teeth smile, so show me his razor sharp teeth, covered with
venom, that could easily get passed on as saliva.

͞But͙how did you survive? If he was as hungry as you say, then wouldn͛t he have drained you with
all of your blood and leave you dead?͟ I asked. He nodded and the spoke.

͞Surely, that͛s what he would͛ve done if I was just another one of his meals. But he knew me and I
knew him. He told me later that as he sucked the life out of me, he remembered all the great times
we had together, and he took one look at my dying face that was twisted in pain, and just u

.͟
He told me, and they way he spoke, it seemed like he thought it was heroic done of Luigi.

͞What? Is that a hard thing to do?͟ I asked, and he stared at me with wide eyes.

͞Are you kidding me?͟He scoffed. ͞I have trouble just stopping to feed on animals. Humans smell
twice as good as they do and being as hungry as he was at the time͙͟ he trailed off with a proud
smile. ͞What he did to me that night͙he tried his best and turning me was the only option we had.͟

͞What happened after that?͟

͞I couldn͛t stay, of course. Being a newborn made my hunger worse than normal vampires, and I
didn͛t want to danger my friends and family͛s safety. Luigi knew that too, and took me under his wing
and showed me the new life I was forced to live. After we both had agreed on that point, he took me
to Volterra and had me join the Volturi. That͛s when I discovered my powers. Aro, the ultimate
leader of the Volturi saw I had great potential, and got me a high placed position in the guard. But I
didn͛t really like it there, so I left it after 107 years by their side. It was then͙.Luigi died.͟ He trailed
off in a distressing voice.
͞I͛m so sorry͙what happened?͟ I asked, and he sighed.

͞It was all my fault͙͟he began, sorrow clouding his voice. ͞It was on our last mission together,
before I left the Volturi. There was a pair of crazy vampires just outside of Paris that we had orders to
kill. We got them after a short chase, and we ripped them apart to make sure they wouldn͛t survive
the burning. Then we began to fight. He thought it was wrong of me to leave the Volturi; that I had a
future there, but I was still persistent to leave. I wanted to see the world more than just Europe. But
he didn͛t want me to leave him or the Volturi.

͞So after we had burned the bodies of the vampires, we began to fight. It wasn͛t just a verbal fight;
we began to fight with violence. It was then͙I killed him. I gave him one last, hard push, which sent
him into the fire. I didn͛t meant to kill him I just͙I just wanted him to agree with me on leaving. He
instantly began to scream, and as soon as I realized what I had done, I ran away. I could hear his
scream in my mind all the way to Volterra, to report what I had done. None of them was pleased
with what I had done, not even me. I left after that, and travelled all over the world; saw everything I
had wanted to see. But the whole time I was thinking about Luigi and how everything was my fault.
So that͛s when I moved to America and changed my name, to start on a new leaf you know.͟ He
explained, and then cleared his throat. Wow͙he had really been through much. He killed his own
friend. Poor guy, he was filled with guilt even now; hundreds of years later.

͞Then I moved around a lot within the States, and that was when I saw you, in Alaska. You were just
about to move away, since your parents were divorcing, and I couldn͛t believe my eyes. I thought I
was dreaming at first, but the longer I observed you, the more I understood. Even though you
weren͛t looking identically like her, your appearance and your kindness reminded me a lot of her,
and I followed you as you moved to Forks with your father. But you always thought of Edward, no
matter how much time passed. So that͛s why I removed your memories of him when you where
visiting your mother in phoenix.͟ He confessed. I stared at him with astonishment. He͙he followed
me around back in Alaska too?

He continued, even though he noticed my surprised gasp. ͞But of course, even though I removed
your memories of him, you still didn͛t notice me. You just looked at me as just another teacher. And
then you met the mutt.͟ He almost hissed his words now. ͞You started to date, and that͛s when I
convinced myself that you weren͛t Stacy, no matter how much I wanted it to be true. Then when you
broke up with him, new hope lit up inside of me. I thought I had a new shot with you. That͛s when
Edward came and ruined all future chances of convincing you we were meant to be together. I still
tried at the camping, hoping it would work, but it was a lost cause. Of course you began to like him
again, and my chance was ruined forever.͟ He concluded, and the house then remained silent. I took
a few deep breaths before I began to speak in a soothing tone.

͞Smith͙you do know that we never will be able to be together. It͛s not just that you͛re a vampire
and I͛m a human and our age difference is off the charts. You and me just simply don͛t are meant to
be. I͛m not Stacy, no matter how alike I seem to be. You need to let her go; you need to let  go. I

Edward, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.͟ I said as smooth as I could, and looked
him in eye. His eyes looked back at me sadly, and then he sighed.

͞I͙I͛ve always known that, but͙I just never wanted to admit it.͟ he confessed and I looked at him
sadly.
͞You p to let me live my life so you can live yours. I think͙maybe, that you can be a kind person if
you just stop following me around and stop treating me like your stalker object.͟ I told him truthfully,
and he chuckled.

͞I know you͛re right, it͛s just hard to let something like this go.͟

͞But you do realize that I don͛t want to be with you; that I want to be with Edward?͟ I asked, and he
nodded.

͞Sadly, I do.͟

͞Good.͟ I said. This was good. At least he could admit that he and I were something that never was
going to happen.

͞Was there something else you wanted to ask me before you go to sleep?͟ he asked with a small
smile, and I scanned through my brain for some more questions.

͞What about your powers? Tell me more about them. Start with the mind manipulation thing.͟

͞Well͙what is there to tell? To mind manipulate someone, they have to listen to my voice and if
they͛re very resistant, they have to look into my eyes. I can tell them anything I want to believe or
remember, and they will.͟ He said, and then he opened his mouth like he was going to say
something, but then closed it again.

͞What? What is it?͟ I asked, and he heisted before he answered.

͞I͙remember in the classroom before when I tried to make you stay away from Edward?͟ he asked,
and I nodded. ͞Well͙You remember that it didn͛t work, right? Ever since that time, I have some
times tried to use it on you but͙it has never worked. I can͛t mind manipulate you anymore.͟ He said,
and I stared at him in wonder. What was he saying? I͙I was immune to his mind manipulation now??

͞But͙how is that possible? You͛ve been able to do it before, at the camping.͟ I said, and I saw how
his face hardened.

͞Well͙I have a theory.͟

͞What?͟

͞I believe that the fall from the cliff changed something inside your brain. After that fall, you
remembered everything that happened without my help. And Edward can͛t hear your thoughts
either, can he? It all makes sense. After the fall, some kind of inner defense was put up inside your
brain, making it impossible for anyone to get an inside look.͟ He concluded, and I had to say his
theory made sense (somewhat). After the fall, I  remember it all by myself (as far as I know), and
Edward hasn͛t been able to read as much as a glimpse of my mind.

͞Wow͙and you͛ve kept this hidden from me this whole time?͟ I asked, slightly irritated.

͞Well, yes. I didn͛t want to worry you when you already had all this pressure on you.͟

I frowned, still not very pleased with the answer. ͞I͛d appreciate if you͛d told me anyway. I͛m not as
fragile as you think.͟
He chuckled, obviously not believing my words. ͞I͛ll remember that.͟

͞Now, what about the animal appearance? What͛s about that weird pink smoke??͟ I asked, and he
actually looked embarrassed.

͞I just did that because I wanted to impress you. The pink smoke has nothing to do with my
transformation. I got that at some cheap magic shop at Port Angeles.͟ He said, and I laughed.

͞So, you can transform without that silly smoke??͟ I asked, and he nodded with a grin.

͞Want to see?͟ he asked, and I nodded eagerly.

͞Sure, go ahead.͟

͞What should I transform to??͟ he asked, and I thought about it for a few seconds, when I sighed,
clueless.

͞Just transform to your favorite appearance.͟ I said, and he smiled, clearly amused.

͞Alright then.͟ He said, and in a blink of an eye, he was standing up in the middle of the room. Then,
his body sort of shifted, and became small and furry, and before I knew it, a small puppy was
standing before me. I began to laugh hysterically and he frowned at me with his yellow eyes.

͞What is it?͟ he asked, clearly confused why I was so amused by his appearance.

͞A puppy? Your favorite appearance is a puppy??͟ I really couldn͛t understand it. A puppy, of all the
animals in the whole, damn world? Why was that his favorite? I mean, he couldn͛t have picked
something cooler like an eagle or a wolf, but͙a puppy?

͞What?!͟ he asked slightly irritated while staring at me with his puppy eyes. ͞When I͛m a puppy,
people treat me different, even you.͟ He said, and I knew he was right. If a cute puppy came up to
me, would treat it like a newborn baby; gently. If I met Smith... I wouldn͛t. I would clearly avoid him.

͞Sorry I was just͙taken by surprise. But what happens to your clothes??͟ I asked, noticing it now.
The body of the small puppy was covered with fur, but that was all. No piece of clothing was left
behind after his transformation.

͞It sort of stays with my original form, and when I transform back͙͟ he said, and his puppy body
grew, all colors smearing together, he changed back to his original form. ͞They͛re on.͟ He said, and
gestured with his hand to prove his point. I smiled, and then suddenly, I unwillingly yawned loudly.
He grinned, and in a blink of an eye, he was beside me.

͞You should really sleep now.͟ He said, and pushed me down to the pillow. I kicked off my shoes, and
crawled under the covers. He smiled, not so much creepy like he used to, but more like a father
smiles at his daughter. He patted my head slightly, and then he sat down beside the bed quietly. I
could argue against him, but I really felt tired now. Like all my energy had been sucked out of me just
by talking. I yawned once again, and snuggled up against the pillow and closed my eyes.

͞Goodnight Bella.͟ He called, but his voice was already sounding further away than it should.
͞Goodnight Smith. You better protect me or I͛ll kick your ass on the other side.͟ I mumbled sleepily. I
heard him chuckle at me and when I heard his next words I wasn͛t sure if I was dreaming them or
not.

͞That͛s impossible. An angel like you can͛t meet someone like me in hell͙͟