Title: My Angel

Pairings: Bella/Edward

Summary: Isabella Swan is an archangel, exiled from heaven. When she comes to Forks, she is shocked to see a coven of vampires going to school with humans. Her prejudice is soon overcome when she meets Edward Cullen. BxE

Word Count: 2,644

Chapter one

Hate at first sight.

(Bpov)

I still cannot fathom how two small words are meant to describe all that is High School. Personally, I think something along the lines of , a place were you spend eight boring hours a day, sitting in a chair listening to some 'teacher' drone on about stuff that is wrong half the time, would fit a little better.

The first time I had put myself through the schooling system, I had been excited. I saw it as a chance to act normal and learn about the history of the world: the events I had been at and seen happen. Now, the eighth time I had started a 'new school,' I could only wish that suicide was an option for me.

I walked into reception, and was greeted by a tired and stressed looking woman. Nether the less, she smiled warmly up at me, and asked how she could help.

I beamed as brightly as possible, "Um, I'm new here, I was just wondering if I could get my class schedule."

"Of course," she said. She placed her hands on the keyboard of the computer and looked up at me expectantly. "Name?"

"Isabella Swan," I informed her, trying to look excited. I noticed the spark of interest in her eye as I introduced myself. I expected it. In a small town, such as Forks, Washington, news travelled fast. The gossip about a seventeen year old girl moving into a house by herself was sure to have caught the attention of the town's die-hard gossipers. She typed in my name, and printed out a schedule and map for me. After pointing out the main buildings, she returned to her work, and I left the office. I got back into my car; a red, ancient Chevy that I had purchased in the 50's, and followed the line of traffic around to the front of the school. I quickly found a park, and cut the engine, pulling out the map. After one glance, I had it memorized.

The first few periods breezed by. In English, the teacher Mr. Mason gave me a book list and asked if I had read any. He, along with most of the class, gawked at me when I replied that I had read them all. By the time lunch came, I was positive this school was going to be as boring as the last.

I headed towards the cafeteria, followed by a swarm of people. One of the girls, Jessica, a tiny thing with dark, wild curls, trotted next to me, in order to keep up with my brisk pace. I didn't even bother to acknowledge her as she prattled on about teachers and classes.

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I ended up sitting at a full table with several of her friends, squished between her and a guy with blonde hair called Mike. It was sitting there, attempting to look interested in the conversation that I first saw them. They were sitting at a table in the corner, away from any windows. There were five of them, and each one looked inhumanly beautiful. They weren't eating, or talking and though each had a tray of food in front of them, none of them touched it. Unlike most of the students in the room, they weren't gawking at me, so I could stare at them without worrying about meeting another pair of curious eyes.

They didn't look alike, aside from their collective beauty- out of the three boys; one of them looked like a weight lifter, with dark curly hair and arms the size of my head. The one sitting next to him was tall yet lanky, thought still with some serious muscles. He had blonde hair, and was staring out into space with a pained expression. The last boy was the most beautiful of all. He was shorter than the others, though not by much, and had a disarray of bronze hair. He was less muscular than the other two as well, but he had an extremely well toned body.

The two girls were opposites of each other. One was tall and statuesque, with blond hair and could have been on next month's issue of Sports Illustrated, swim suit edition in a flash. She was the type of girl that gave every other girl in the room a serious self esteem issue. The other was small to the extreme, with black, cropped hair that pointed in every direction and pixie-like features.

Yet, every one of them had the same pale skin-paler even than mine, and people asked me if my mother was Albino. And, despite the difference in hair colour, all of them had dark eyes, with purplish bruises underneath.

"Who are they?" I whispered to Jessica, cutting her off mid-sentence. She followed my gaze, and smirked. "That's the Cullen's. Gorgeous aren't they. The big one is Emmett Cullen, The tall blonde is Jasper Hale, the hot bronze haired one is," she broke off with an embarrassed giggle as the boy in question turned to look at us. His eyes flickered between us uninterested, for a second, before turned back to his family. Jess lowered her voice and continued, "is Edward Cullen. The blonde girl is Rosalie Hale, and the other one is Alice Cullen. They all live together with their adoptive parents, Dr. Cullen and his wife." She giggled again. "But they are all together," she whispered in a scandalous voice, "Emmett and Rosalie, Jasper and Alice. Edward's the only single one, and trust me; he doesn't date." He voice sounded rather annoyed when she said this, and I smiled slightly as I gathered she had been turned down already. Obviously disturbed by this train of thought, Jess turned away and continued her conversation with the others on the table. I continued to stare at the beautiful 'family', but with narrowed eyes. Under my breath, so softly that no one at my table would notice, I snarled, "Vampires." And every head on their table whipped to look at me, with various degrees of shock on their faces.

And here I was thinking this year was going to be boring.

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Their faces portrayed shock. Of course, they wouldn't have been expecting me, the new girl, to know their secret, would they? They looked a lot like the last coven I had seen, but they had gold eyes instead of red. That was…odd, but I didn't care. I would eradicate them and protect my father's people. I felt a jolt in my stomach as I thought of the people they must have gorged on from this school- taking advantage of their beauty to lure the unaware students to their deaths.

"Bella, are you okay?" My reverie was broken as I looked away from the coven and to the students on my table. Their faces portrayed worry and concern, except for Jessica, who looked rather annoyed. Probably pissed that I hadn't been listening to her ramblings, I though to myself with a smirk.

"Yeah guys I'm fine." I said with a small smile. "Just thinking." That seemed to be good enough and they continued the conversation with only a moments hesitation. Trying to look interested, I flicked my eyes over to their table, and listened into the heated conversation they were now having, thanks to me.

"How does she know, Edward?" the big one…Emmett, growled.

"I don't know", the bronze one replied just as heatedly, "I can't read her mind….she just seems to be….blank." He slammed his hands down on the table in frustration. Whipping his head to his other brother, Jasper, he asked, "Jazz, can you sense her emotions?" I looked away, as Jasper turned to look at me. "Nope," I heard him reply just as frustrated as Edward was. "Same thing as you, blank wall. Alice?" Jasper queried, turning to his tiny mate.

Her body went ridged, and her face blank. The others looked at her expectantly.

She snapped back, and slumped in her seat. "Nothing." She whispered in disbelief. "I don't understand; this has never happened before…except with the werewolves." She looked up. "Could that be it? Could she be a werewolf?"

"Yes!" Emmett exclaimed. "That has to be it. Phew, I was getting worried there." He smirked, clearly appeased. "Just one lone pup," he sneered, "we can take her…"

"That's not it." Edward interrupted.

"Huh?"

"She's not a werewolf. She doesn't smell like one." He paused, puzzled. "Actually, I can't smell her…at all. Can any of you?" I looked up at them and grinned as all of them shook there heads.

"But that doesn't mean anything," Jasper said. "She could just have such a bland scent that we can't differentiate between hers and all the others."

"Who really cares," the blonde one, Rosalie said, speaking for the first time. "She's probably just a normal human who took a lucky guess to explain our beauty. Why are we worrying about someone so insignificant?"

"Oh get your head out of your butt Rosalie," Alice snapped. "Haven't you been listening? She. Is. Not. Natural. None of us can sense her at all, and she didn't guess about us. She knew. The way she said the word, it was so assured, so full of loathing. You'd best be wary of her, until we know what she is and if we can trust her."

Rosalie snorted, and flipped her hair back in a fluid gesture. "As if I am going to trust a mere human girl." She sniffed in disdain. "She's not even that pretty."

"Are you blind Rosalie," Edward snarled. "I haven't met her yet, but already I can tell she has a lot on you." The others on the table looked at Edward in shock, while Rosalie snorted again.

"Whatever. I'm going to class." Standing, she picked up her tray and left the table gracefully.

"She has some serious issues," Jasper muttered. "Ow!" he said in surprise as Emmett's fist collided with his arm.

"That's my wife your talking about" he growled.

"Yeah, yeah" jasper said, rubbing her arm. "I was just saying."

I sighed as they stood up to leave for class. I obviously wasn't going to find anything else out from them. I turned back to the people on my table, and found them all packing up, getting ready for class. I stood up and hastily cleared my untouched tray, tipping it all into a bin. Turning around, I found a thin, pretty girl waiting for me

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"Hi Bella," she said shyly, "We both have biology now, so I thought I would wait for you and show you the way." I smiled in genuine warmth at the girl, surprised by her kindness.

"Thank you that would be great. I was with Jessica and that, but I think they already left." I smiled bitterly. "I didn't pay much attention to her at lunch, so she's probably peeved." The girl laughed.

"Probably," she agreed. "I'm Angela Webber, by the way."

"Thanks Angela."

We chattered about this and that as we walked towards the biology lab. Throughout the entire conversation, she didn't once mention my parents- or lack of, which I was thankful for. She was obviously a very kindhearted girl.

As we entered the classroom, she smiled at me in apology and sat next to a boy with brown hair and glasses. The teacher, Mr. Banner, took the piece of paper I handed to him, and told me to introduce myself to the class. Great.

"Hi everyone, I'm Bella, I'm seventeen, I like all types of music, except for rap and country, I read the classics and play five different instruments." I looked to Mr. Banner. "Where do I sit?" I asked.

He smiled kindly at me. "The only free seat in over in the back, next to Mr. Cullen." I stiffened at the name, and out of the corner of my eye, saw Edward stiffen in his seat. "You and he will be lab partners for the rest of the year." I nodded in thanks, and walked down the middle of the classroom, ignoring the admiring looks I received from the majority of the boys. Sitting next to Edward, I prepared myself for an hour of torture. Ignoring him the best I could, I diligently copied down the notes, though I had already done this class more than half a dozen times. Once I had copied the notes, Mr. Banner told us to talk among ourselves as he set up the prac.

"Hello," his velvety, musical voice said. "I'm Edward Cullen." I turned to find him looking at me, hand outstretched.

"Bella." I answered coolly, taking his hand in mine and shaking it briskly, before dropping it.

"How do you like Forks so far, Bella?"

I sighed. "Look Edward. I am totally against your kind. I find you repulsive and demonic, so please, spare me the small talk." He looked surprised at my outburst.

"My kind?" he repeated slowly. "I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"Oh come on. Do you want me to say it again? Your kind. Vampires. Bloodsuckers. Leeches. Take your pick." I took a breath and continued in a lower voice, knowing he could hear me. "And don't give me that bullshit about you not knowing what I am talking about. I heard you at lunch. I am not a werewolf, by the way, but good guess." I smirked at his now dumbfound expression.

"You heard us?" he asked in surprise.

"Well obviously. You aren't the only creatures that have good hearing." He looked at me in wonder.

"What are you?" he whispered.

"That's for me to know, and you to not to find out. Look, Edward" I paused as I felt a thrill go through me as I said his name. "I'm going to give your coven a chance. Leave town before dawn tomorrow and I won't kill you all."

"Kill us?" he asked, slightly skeptical, slightly annoyed. "And why would you do that?"

"Because you feed on the innocent, that's why." I answered, furious at his question.

He raised an eyebrow. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did," I snapped.

He ignored me. "Do you eat meat?" I frowned.

"Yes, occasionally."

"Then maybe you're a bit hypocritical."

"I beg your pardon." I asked, outraged.

"We don't kill humans. We only hunt animals. It's hard, but I haven't drunk from a human in almost seventy years. There are members of my family, Rosalie, Alice, Esme who have never even tasted human blood." I stared at him in disbelief.

"Are you trying to tell me that you don't hunt humans?" I asked skeptically.

"Yes." He answered simply.

"I don't believe you."

He smiled. "Well that's not my fault. Look, I don't know who or what you are but if you can, come to my house tonight. My father can explain it all to you."

I paused to consider this. "Is that why your eyes are gold?

"Yes," he said. "We honestly mean no harm. We aren't a coven, we are a family. We go against our instinct so that we can live some kind of existence." He ripped a piece of paper out of his work book, and jotted down an address. "If you want, come tonight. My father would be happy to explain it all." I took the piece of paper, and looked down at the address.

"I'll think about it."

"Good." He smiled at me, and I almost stopped breathing at his beauty. As the bell rang, he walked gracefully out of the room, leaving me to my thoughts.

Updated 5th of June 2009