Charlotte Watsford writhed around on the floor of the forest in unbearable agony, her mouth open in a low, gutteral screams. Pain like she had never known before was tearing through her body, like her insides were on fire. Tears rolled down Charlotte's face and her fingers clutched at the dirt below her.

'Oh, god, what is happening to me?' she thought frantically. She tried to get up, to maybe crawl to help, but her limbs wouldn't support her. 'Somebody help me, please.'

As if to answer her, there was a whooshing noise next to her, and Charlotte saw two faces hovering over her, a male and female. Though she could barely see through her tears, Charlotte could still tell that the two were inhumanly beautiful. The woman had long brown hair framing a gorgeous demure face, and a statuesque man with strange bronze hair, a square jaw and straight nose, protectively holding onto the woman.

Charlotte closed her eyes as another bout of pain racked through her and she screamed again. Was this it? Were these two angels, about to take her to heaven? Was this what happened when you died?

The female angel knelt down, placing a surprisingly strong hand on her shoulder. "You're going to be okay, I promise. My name's Bella, what's yours?"

Charlotte opened her eyes again at the sound of the angel's comforting, melodious voice and stared up at her. She had the strangest eyes that Charlotte had ever seen. They were like liquid amber.

"Charlotte. Please, I... I don't... want to... die," she whimpered. Bella slipped her hand into Charlotte's, and she gripped it as hard as she could, but it didn't seem to hurt Bella.

"Oh, Edward, can't we do anything for her?" The angel's lovely voice was full of concern, but Edward simply shook his head.

"No, Bella. Nothing's strong enough to stop the pain. All we can do is just to get her back to the others."

If Charlotte had been able to, she would've snapped that she was right there, there was no need to talk as if she wasn't. But she was dying, so what was the point? The edges of her vision were going dark, and Charlotte felt herself being picked up by strong arms. Mercifully, while the pain was there, it was receding, and Charlotte curled up against Edward's chest, her heavy eyelids falling shut.

The last thing she heard was a voice, whispering, "Everything will be okay."

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Well, that was chapter one, and next chapter we'll discover how on earth this happened. I hope you enjoyed it, and please review!