Author's Note: So this chapter is about a thousand words shorter than my others. I'm having a hard time finding the time to get the upcoming conversations right. So I'm going to post this portion for now so that I can take my time getting the next portion right to my standards. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I love writing.

Isabella was standing in a barren field unsure of why she was here or what was going on. The field looked like a fire had come and wiped everything in it out. There were no animals to listen to, no flowers to smell. It was just barren. She looked around and stopped when she saw a man standing off to her right a little in the distance. "Hello? Who are you?"

She looked at the man closely. He had long dark hair that was plaited into a warrior's braid that reached half way down his back, bright green eyes that shone with an eternal fire hidden in their depths, he was remarkably tall standing at least six and a half feet tall. He was muscled but not ridiculously so. Also folded closely against his back were the most beautiful white wings she had ever seen. Rather than clothing he wore an armored breast plate, but it wasn't made of metal. It almost looked like a white silk, but the threading shone with an almost celestial light. He also wore pants that looked to be made of the same material. Attached to his hip was a sword sheathe but it was unlike any she had seen before. The sheathe itself looked like it was on fire, but it wasn't burning.

The man turned to her with a smile, "Hello Isabella, it is nice to finally meet you. My name is Michael and I am one of your ancestors."

She recognized that name from somewhere but couldn't place it. She thought hard for a few minutes and then her jaw dropped. The shock on her face was probably picture worthy. Suddenly everything about him made sense. "Michael as in the Arch-angel Michael?! As in the leader of the angel armies against Lucifer, Michael?! As in punisher of the unjust, unrighteous, and unfair?!" She felt like she was going to faint. She sank to her knees before sitting back hard on her ass. She just stared up at him with a mixture of awe and confusion. Then what he had said hit her and she gasped. "Did you just say you are my ancestor?"

The man smiled down at her, he almost looked smug at her reaction. "That would be me yes, and yes I am your ancestor you are a direct descendant of my bloodline." She forced herself to keep her mouth closed and not gape at him like a fish, it wasn't easy. "I'm proud of what you have accomplished so far without any training, but as you are about to be at war and I don't plan on my bloodline ending by your inability to take down these enemies I'm going to train you. I have a reputation to uphold you understand."

She took a minute to compose herself, getting angry at an angel probably wasn't her best course of action. However, the moment she spoke she realized that her righteous anger wasn't going to be taking a back seat any time soon. "MY inability to take down my enemies? You're joking right? I am more than capable as I think I've proven without your assistance. As a matter of fact where HAVE you been? I've fought vampires, werewolves, sprites, dark fae, and several other beings. Now you are trying to tell me I can't handle myself?! Just who do you think you are? Ancestor or not, ANGEL or not, you have no right." She tried to steady herself with another breath but went right back into it. "Further more why are you here NOW? It's not like I haven't been fighting before, and now I actually have more allies now than I've had. So why now? Hmm?"

Michael just looked at her, he obviously couldn't deny her as his bloodline. The righteousness of her anger only further stood to prove it to him. He sighed. This was going to be challenging. "Bella I'm not…" He was cut off before he could say anymore by a blast of fiery energy being thrown his way. He quickly blocked it and looked at her a little stunned.

The moment the nickname had left his lips she stood up and her anger forced its way out of her body. When he blocked it, she only became madder. "Don't fucking call me that. My name IS ISABELLA!" The fury wracked her body and left her shaking. "NO ONE has the right to call me that EVER again!" Another blast of energy left her, and she sank back down onto her knees panting.

When he was forced to block yet another blast of energy and she sank to her knees, he rushed to her. "Isabella my apologies. I wasn't trying to be insulting. It is only a name. You mustn't let yourself be so over come by it." He placed his hand on her shoulder and her energy was restored. "Now what I was saying before, I'm not questioning your ability to fight. You've more than proven yourself capable, especially just now, but you aren't just going after a few opponents at a time. The people you are up against won't be playing fair. I only want to give you as much of an advantage as I am able. I want to train you. The energy you send out when you are fighting or angry, you can control it. You can make it into a weapon. Allow me to demonstrate."

He pulled the handle from the sword sheathe but there was nothing attached to it. A few moments later however a sword of flames was jutting from the handle. She looked at it in awe. "As you know flames are the only weakness to the 'cold ones' as well as a weakness to many of the other creatures you face as a hunter. With training you will be able to control your energy into a sword of flames like this one. It will make taking on your enemies much easier. I can also teach you how to manage your shields without having to even think about it. The less you must focus on defending others the better."

She looked up at him a little wary. Her life taught her that nothing comes with out some sort of price. Some prices were just much easier to pay out than others. It taught her to be cautious, especially when dealing with the unknown. "And why would you help me? Why would you want to train me? Even if I am of your bloodline, it must be pretty diluted. What could I possibly have that an Arch-Angel would want?"

Michael appraised her again, the fact that she was so cautious was a good thing, if slightly annoying. "I want the continuation of my line. The better you can fight and defend yourself as a human the better chance I have of it continuing. My blood that runs through your veins makes it possible for you to conceive even by vampire. So, I wouldn't suggest having unprotected sex before your war is over. And you are correct in the fact that my line has been diluted. In fact, you are the first human from the line in a over a century to have displayed ANY of the abilities of angel blood. However, since even without training you have been able to enhance your abilities I feel like a continuation through you and either of your mates will strengthen my bloodline again."

She almost laughed, "So what you train me, and I agree to have a baby? How do you even know its possible with my mates? And please don't say 'God.' I realize the higher powers are real I was blessed by one after all, but one completely all knowing overseeing all others? Seems like it would cause a little bit of a power struggle. Besides what happens if I'm gravely injured and they have to turn me? Does that null and void our deal and you come for something else later on down the line? I'm not a lawyer but even so there seems to be a lot of loop-holes in that type of contract." She leaned back on her elbows, so she could watch his facial expressions, not that they gave anything away. It was like all manner of supernatural beings went to the same school for poker face or something. Only showing things when they wanted to.

Michael sighed, "Isabella I do not have the right to explain how I know what I know to anyone. However, rest assured that I do KNOW it. The whole point of this training however is to assure that you DON'T get mortally injured, but I can teach you how to accelerate healing as well. No, you being changed isn't a loop-hole. Our 'contract', as you put it, would specifically refer to having a child only when it was safe to do so, as well as a mortally-wounded clause which would null-and-void your form of payment. Oh, and for the record, you could give any lawyer a run for their money. Not to mention you are more honorable than they are."

Isabella thought for a moment, "Fine then, but I want to learn how to accelerate the healing of others as well. I don't plan on dragging humans into this, but the wolves might need healing. Also, you should know flattery won't work on me. So now that I've agreed what do we do? Is this gonna be like a boot camp type thing or what?"

The smile that crossed Michaels face would have been considered wicked had he not been an angel. "Don't worry about that. For now though you've already expended quite a bit of energy. I'll visit you again soon. Goodbye Bella."

She went to yell at him but instead found herself sitting upright in bed screaming, "Don't fucking call me that!" The moment she realized she was awake and in a bed again she growled. "Asshole Angel."

Jasper who had heard her scream was now standing at the bedside with his eyebrow quirked, "Well that's a new one Darlin' I've been called asshole before but never Angel." Isabella snorted but then took a calming breath. Jasper sensing her need to calm down before she spoke hugged her gently. "What happened my love? You know I'll do anything in my power to help you."

Isabella sighed and leaned into the calming rock that was Jasper. "I don't think you'll be able to help me with this one love. I just met my 'ancestor.'" She snorted at the word, "Apparently Godric was correct in stating that I was part angel. Although I'm pretty sure he figured it would be a low level unimportant nobody." She sighed again, "Apparently however I am related to Michael."

Jasper's jaw dropped, "As in the biblical Arch-Angel Michael?"

Isabella groaned but nodded, "Yep apparently so. Cocky asshole that he is. He wants to train me. Apparently, there is more to me than just a shield and energy bursts." She shook her head, "Oh and he wants me to carry on his lineage." Jasper growled deep in his throat. "Ew! Not like that Jasper he's my ancestor for goodness sake! He wants me to have either yours or Eric's child. Says that because I have angel blood in me I'll be able to conceive even with vampires. Oh, and the real kicker? He couldn't tell me how he knew just that he knew." She dropped her head back onto his shoulder.

Jasper was momentarily stunned into silence, barely able to get out the words, "He…He said you could have our child?" The look on Jasper's face spoke volumes about how he felt on that. He had given up hope of ever having his own flesh and blood as family. The pure unadulterated joy that lit up his eyes made tears come to hers. People constantly compare joy to a kid in a candy store, but the joy she saw in his features was nothing so childish. It looked like a teenager being asked out for the first time, the joy found in a marriage proposal, the happiness she saw looked like heaven, and she couldn't help the tears streaming down her face as she looked up at him and nodded.

They sat there like that for a few minutes until she finally got her riotous emotions under control. She looked up at him, "So, now the main question is, who do we trust with this information? I don't trust Alcide, so he's out. I'm still unsure about Victoria too, although she probably already heard me. I know I need to tell Eric and Godric, what about Pam? Well she probably counts in with Eric and Godric I guess. I trust Jacob as well, so the rest of his pack will know too." She sighed, "so everyone but Alcide and his crew. Got it."

Author's Note Duece: Okay so like I said I'm sorry its so short. I just want the next part to be done right. Don't hate me too much I'll try to get it up soon.