The Long Awaited Meeting **Angel**

[hopefullyedward]

Edward dragged his feet like a sulking five-year old as he made his way up the stairs to the third story landing. He did not want to do this, but he couldn't hide from her forever, though he would have tried if Carlisle had not intervened. The last time Edward saw Angel's perfect face, it was frowning slightly as he watched her leave. They had a horrible row that day, as was usual. He knew that she was planning to go, and he did nothing to stop her. If he didn't mind being near her so much, he probably would have helped her to pack. Edward would have been satisfied to have never seen her again, but it seemed the fates didn't approve of that. He stood before the door to her room, the room that Carlisle made for her as soon as they arrived in Forks, the room that Edward always avoided. Balling his hand into a fist, Edward made to knock, but failed to follow through and instead laid his palm against the wood.

Her scent was leaking from around the door frame, and it was almost intoxicating and nauseating to Edward. Like it had always been. A scent that he had both hated and cherished. As she moved about the room, unpacking or such her thoughts were readable to him. Nothing was jumping out at him, just thoughts of being home and where to place this or that. The sounds of her thoughts in his head seemed so foreign to him. Part of the reason he had become so angry with her in the beginning was the way she had managed to block him from reading her when she felt like it. Nothing was more infuriating than that, than knowing that someone was purposefully hiding something from you. The worst,though, was when she would let herself be heard, and then do nothing about the things she was thinking. Many a night they would argue about just that. Him always leaving in a huff, pissed off beyond belief. No one in his life had ever managed to make him angry as quickly as Angel could.

Still, he always regretted letting her leave. He regretted that he did nothing to stop her as she made her escape. He just stood there and let her go. For a while he was happy for it. Carlisle was irate with him, and Edward knew it, of course. But at that time, he didn't care. It didn't bother him at all that the Family didn't want her to leave, that they mourned her when she left. It just mattered that he was grateful she was gone. Only years later would he remember his selfishness and wonder why he had done what he did.

Now he stood before her room, angry, scared and confused. He rapped his knuckles against the door quickly, the sharp noise bouncing off the walls in the hallway. “Ang, you in there?” He asked, knowing that she was, just wanting to see if she'd respond to him.

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[marie]

She was upstairs unpacking the rest of her clothes. She'd been hoping to be able to get things all done today, before she had to really face anyone, other than the ones that would be happy to see her. She had missed Edward more than she would let anyone know. He was her best friend and her worst enemy all in one. She had missed him after he had left. For the longest time she had wondered why he hadn't stopped her. She had spent most of her time in London wondering if it would have made a difference had he actually stopped her. She wondered if he ever thought about her, while she was away. She knew he probably never did, but she hoped. There was just something about him that she loved so whole heartedly, but then again there was something about him that she wanted to just kick him for. She hated him so awfully sometimes, but then others she wanted nothing more than to hold and hug him.

She sighed, as she ran around pulling her clothes out of her bags. She had been in london up until yesterday,w hen she had booked a flight to take her to Seattle. She had stayed way out of Forks, until deciding it was time to come home. She took a taxi to the end of the road, and walked up. She could have run, but she wanted to really think about what she was doing. She knew it meant getting back to her family, but it was also getting back to Edward. She didn't exactly know how to feel around him anymore.She was shuffling around straightening out her closet and her dressers. she smiled when she thought of all the times he got mad at her, for blocking him. Then all the times she would think things knowing he was around, then refuse to talk about them. Things were just so volatile between them. That was where all the excitement had been though.

She could smell the most intriguing and frustrating scent waft up from under the door. She knew exactly who was outside there. She was hesitant to let him in. She wasn't sure she wanted to hear him, let alone see him. After everything that had happened to them, she just didn't know anymore. She wasn't looking forward to rehashing everything that had sent her away in the first place, but she knew that it was something she would have to do eventually. Why not get it over with now, instead of waiting until later. She looked between her bags and the door, and debated on whether or not she really wanted to rehash it now.

Taking a deep breath, she set down her folded shirts, and moved her bags off the bed. She glanced at the door, and sighed. It was now or never and she knew it was not going to be easy, but she knew that it was important to her family that they get along. She didn't want a repeat of the last time. So she opened the door, and smiled sadly. "Yeah, I'm here." She said, so softly, it was a wonder even he heard her. She opened the door wider, and moved so he could step in. Come in. I don't bite, unless you're into that." She said with a small smirk.

[hopefullyedward]

He became aware of when she knew he was there. Her thoughts were audible as she recalled their past time together and her indecisiveness in whether she was ready to speak to him yet. It seemed she felt much the way he did. Eventually the two would have to speak, and it was better to just get it over with. If he was still human, his pulse would have raced as he heard her approach the door, her mind deciding to allow him in, to allow them to speak again. Fidgeting he ran his long fingers trough his perfect mess of hair as he waited the few seconds that it took her to turn the knob.

The door inched open and he saw a beautiful face marred by the mournful smile that lay upon it. Her voice was low, yet still musical to Edward's sensitive ears. This wasn't what he had expected, the soft-meekness. Angel wasn't often like this at all. Instantly he became worried as to what would have put her in this state. Could it be him? The door opened more and she stepped back, allowing him entrance. He nodded low, silent and unsure what to say as he crossed the threshold into the colorful space that belonged to her.

The next like she spoke put him a little more at ease. That was more the Angel he knew, the spitfire that drove him insane constantly. “I've been bitten enough for one life.” He said, his voice deep yet light as he unceremoniously collapsed onto one of the plush pillows, making himself comfortable like she had been back for years. Idly he picked up a piece of her clothing and began to fiddle with it, taking no notice of what it was. “So” Edward said, pausing, trying to figure out what exactly he came up here to say. “What brought you back?” He questioned, vision looking to anything but the other beautiful vampire in the room.