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Chapter 1:

To understand my story, I must first bring you back to the time that I first met him. The time that he first cheated me. When he robbed me of my own duties. I will never forget that night.

It was September, in the year of 1918. As I glanced outside a nearby window I noticed how much darker it was than normal. The moon was nowhere to be seen, and few stars shone, leaving the sky a dark, black abyss. It was not a night to be on the streets, but that was not something I would ever have to worry about.

I had just guided a man to the light and there was nothing different about it. He was scared at first, as was usual, but relaxed when he saw the light shine down upon him, knowing that he was going to a happier place, not to sound too cliché or anything.

Right before he took his last step into his eternal place, he asked me to watch over his wife and son. I couldn't tell him that I was not a guardian, therefore I had no power to do so, but I nodded, knowing that the last of his family would soon join him no matter what I did.

When I returned back to the retrieve the soul of the man's wife, I found that she was still speaking her last words to her doctor. I gave her privacy to finish saying what she needed to say before I gave a mental push for her spirit to leave her body. Her eyes closed, and she let loose one last sigh. Slowly, her soul separated from her body. It was such a beautiful sight, and few will ever be able to see the light of it that I do. She looked down at her now empty body, than up to me. I beckoned her forward with a small smile on my face to comfort her, knowing that the soft glow around me was enough of an appeal to come toward me as it was.

But she didn't come to me right away. She looked back at her body lying there in the hospital bed where the doctor was now checking to see that her pulse was no longer there. He had begun to raise the sheet above her head when I realized that she wasn't looking at her bones and flesh, but at the doctor that was covering them.

This is when I first observed him. He was a stunning creature, especially for a human. His skin was far too pale, but it only added to his attraction. The features on his face were perfectly angled, as if some sculptor had made him to resemble some great god. His blond hair reflected the light and his topaz eyes hid some secret and lured you to him.

It wasn't often that I was caught off guard by the beauty of a human creature. I believe this is why I took me so long to realize that there was something off kilter about this man. That is when it hit me that he wasn't a man, or at least, not anymore. He had no Aura. His heart had stopped beating long ago, yet he was still walking around with the living. He was one of the walking dead. A cold one. A taboo among angels of all kinds. They were evil creatures that walked the earth, never to die.

What was he doing, there, in the hospital and as a doctor none the less?

"My son won't die any time soon, He'll be safe. I know it." The woman speaking tore me from my thoughts, and I was reminded of my duties.

"Every person has there pre-set plan," I explained to her "and nothing can be done to change it." after hundreds of years with this job I knew that my voice had a melodic and soothing quality to it, it was one of the gifts that came with being an angel of death, but I still told her, with as much respect and apology that I could that her son would not live much longer.

"My son," she told me "will live a very long life, I know this, I have seen it." I would say no more on the mater, it wasn't my place- I didn't decide when paths ended and new ones began, I just enforced it. I held my hand out to her, and she took it, feeling its warmth as I led her down the tunnel and towards the light.

I would have never guessed in a thousand years that the woman would have been right about her son, it just wasn't the may that things worked.

As we neared the end of the tunnel, I noticed that her husband had come back for her. The woman dropped my hand and her emerald eyes locked with mine. "You will see" that was it. She said nothing more as she took her husbands hand, and together, the two of them took the final step into the light.

On my way back to get the boy, I did not ponder much on his mother's words, for often times I encountered those who worried about loved ones that were being left behind, even though her words were much different than any I had heard before. Maybe if I had listened, I would not have been so shocked to find the boy's bed vacant when I returned for him.

He should have been there.

Edward Anthony Masen was to die in less that an hour. He could not have just stood up and walked away, for goodness sakes, he was much too week from the influenza virus that had been attacking his body for the past several days. The same virus that had taken the lives of his parents. I did the only thing that I could think of to do.

I searched the hospital.

Never had I done this before. I always new when and where a person was going to go to their next life, so where had this Edward boy gone?

That's when I saw a flash of white coat and the back exit door slowly shut. My mind raced back to the cold one that posed as a doctor and the mother that spoke her last words with him and was so sure that her son was not going to die.

I followed him.

I followed him through a dark alley, and up a few more back streets. The cold one was carrying something and my senses told me that it was the boy. The boy that I was supposed to take. To escort into the next life. I thought of many ways to stop the blood sucker, none of which would have proved effective anyway, for the thing was much too fast.

Next thing I knew, we were at a little apartment. I couldn't show myself to him to demand the boy back. That was strictly forbidden. The Law says that only those who have passed are allowed to look upon the face of an angel of death.

This was not supposed to be happening. For the first time in over 800 years I had no control in protecting this boy's path. I could only stand there as a different type of soul catcher bit into the side of Edwards's neck, and the poison slowly started to seep into the poor boy's body.

This was the first soul that Carlisle Cullen stole from me!

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Well, that was the first chapter – tell me what you think – and be honest – I adore flames – anything that can show me to improve – and I also love random comments telling me to continue!! –

Should I have this story go on??????