A/N: Sorry for the delay people!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT!

Marcus POV

I was stunned to say the least when I saw how this girl (Bella) managed to create such strong bonds with those around her human or otherwise. Her bonds with the Cullens is nothing short of magnificent, Carlisle and his mate are her parents, Emmett and his mate, and Jasper are her siblings and now that Demetri is near her I can see the mating bond between them merging as one. I have never in all my centuries of life seen anything like this. I was walking through what looks like a combination of a living room and entertainment room and sat on the other side of the sofa and stared the movie that Emmett was currently watching on the 19" plasma that hung from the wall above the fire place's mantle piece.

My attention was suddenly overtaken by the pictures that were on said mantlepiece. The family pictures with Bella in them along with her brothers, sisters, and adoptive parents. The one with her biological father caught my attention. He looks familiar to me for some reason. In the blink of an eye I ran to my room and opened one of the many family journals I had brought with me. I looked through my old family journals and began to look through my family tree.

Helen Swan? Could this be Bella's grandmother? Could Bella and I be related somehow?

Demitri's POV

I knew that Ms. Bella did not leave like she said she would. I knew because I saw her sit down on the chair next to mine through my peripheral vision. I did not mind that she was there. Quite the contrary actually, I relished her being near me. She clearly did not feel the mating bond yet and she was here probably on a subconscious level she knew that something was wrong with me.

I turned back to her and nodded with a small peaceful smile and said, "Yes I am alright just thinking of events that can change one without a moments' notice."

A sullen look overtook her features right then as if being dragged down a memory that would do nothing but hurt her until she managed to move on.

I grew worried as her sullenness grew to hurt then full out pain I put my hand on hers and gave her a gentle shake. She seemed to snap out of it quickly enough as she shook her head out of what must've been a heavy haze of memories.

"Yes I know that all too well," she said with a strained and pain filled she did something unexpected, she turned her hand right side up so she could lace her fingers through mine. She is odd for a human due to the human nature to evade whatever tends to radiate 'danger.' But now that I think about it she is not your typical human. She has the aura of a woman from the 18th century. She is quiet and shy with this air of rebelliousness that most miss due to her shy and kind nature. She also has this fighting streak that I haven't witnessed in a woman since my mother's (Didyme) death, my human mother had given up on her own life while other women were fighting for theirs when her husbands beat them.

I looked up to see her staring at me intently like she was looking at a very complicated puzzle and was trying to figure it out. I gave her a kind smile and dared to ask, "Would it be alright if we got to know each other better? I mean it doesn't look like we're leaving any time soon so I just wanted to make the best of the time here."

I was rambling after I asked the question and I know it. Her face breaks into the most beautiful smile I have ever seen on a person.

Ever.

I stood and pulled her to her feet and wrapped her hand around my elbow.

"Demetri, I would love to get to know you. I don't know why but I feel so safe and at peace with you somehow, and if its not too scary I would like to explore that with you," she said nervously.

So she did feel the bond between us, at least in a subconscious level. Her answer could have brought me back to life if it were possible.

I gave her a kind grin and got out of the chair and moved to stand in front of her. I bowed and took her hand in one of mine and said, "Nothing would please me more my lady."

Her delighted giggle were like bells to my ears. I stood at my full height and offered her a hand to help her up.

She gratefully accepted my hand and after she was out of the chair she proceeded to pull me to what I imagine is the Cullen's music room.

I looked at her oddly as she let go my hand and walked towards the stereo system.

She blushed as she turned to look at me.

"I want to dance," she said shyly.

"Dance, Ms. Isabella?" I asked with curiosity.

"Yes, dance. I still have some time to kill before I go to bed and when I want to break the ice with someone I find that dancing helps," she said as she sifted through the song list in her Ipod.

I cocked my head to one side and asked, "How did you come up with that?"

"Well, when people meet for the first time and need help in not just getting to know each other, but establishing boundaries between them they need some sort of hands on project or ice breaker to start the relationship. That way there is no awkwardness between them and whatever projects they do together get done faster and a much smoother manner," she said in a matter-of-fact voice, "And this works with people who have jobs, schools do them to get the students comfortable with each other, large families do them in different ways and forms depending on whether or not they are welcoming someone new into their family or if they are trying to end a dispute in a more amicable way than just fighting and arguing often ending in broken families," she finished with a shy grin.

Wow, she is one smart woman. I like it.

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