Of a Shadow

This story takes place in New Moon. What if Laurent killed her in the meadow and because she was killed by a vampire and her heart was weighed down too much to go to heaven? It starts after Laurent is finished drinking her blood.

Enjoy! – The Queen of Hearts, Michelle Jefferson

Chapter 1–Realization:

I stared down numbly at Laurent drinking my blood hungrily. He was bet over me, sparkling in the sunlight, holding my broken and lifeless body as he sucked noisily. I, Isabella Marie Swan, was dead, eyes rolled upward, skin ashy white and body limp. I just stared, I couldn't think of anything better to do. What could I do? Umm… excuse me, would you please stop drinking my blood? It's not really nice and… Right.

I started thinking, what could this mean? What happened? Am I dreaming? Why would I dream this? Have I finally gone insane? I came up with I'm dreaming and have gone insane.

Laurent then stood up and took out a small bottle of liquid, poured it one the dead girl that I guess was me and then lit it on fire. I had no idea what I was thinking, because then I tapped him on his shoulder. I noticed that my hand was ghostly white and translucent.

He turned to look at me and his vibrant crimson eyes widened. His mouth dropped open with an audible.

"Impossible." I heard him breathe. He looked at me with fear-struck eyes.

"Laurent?" I asked cautiously.

He started to back away. "No, no. Stay away from me Monster!" He said as he scrambled on his feet and ran away at full vampire speed.

Well that's seriously wrong. Isn't he the vampire?

I tuned around to face something that I had never even imagined in my dreams.

Before me stood a vision in white. Shoulder length blond hair and a beautiful pale face. The most astonishing thing about him though was his cream-white feathered wings and his glowing halo floating above his head.

"Come with me Isabella," He said.

"Bella," I softly corrected, staring into his beautiful gray eyes. His beauty, silver eyes, gold hair, paleness. So much like Edward: beautiful, gold eyes, bonze hair, pale. So much.

He cracked a small smile. "Then you may call me Gabriel. Come." He reached out and took my hand. The moment we had contact, I saw the light. It came down from the clouds, brilliant white-blue light. I thought of heaven, then I thought of Edward.

I was just looking at him. Who was he? I felt a rush of wind and then we were there.

The gate was breathtaking. Highly polished gold that shone like a pearl, milky and smooth. They rested on fluffy white clouds, turning pink and orange from the sunset. Guarding the gate was an old man with a gray and white beard and mustache.

This dream was getting to be really weird.

"Hello Gabriel," said the old man, "Whom may I ask this to be?"

"Peter," Gabriel acknowledged, apparently, Peter, "This is Bella Swan, the newest tragedy."

This was all familiar. Pearly gates, the angel named Gabriel, and now St. Peter. Wow.

Peter took out a scroll and began reading it. "Ahh, here we are! Isabella Marie Swan. Hmm… Much earlier than scheduled though," He looked at me curiously, "May I ask, Miss Swan, how did you die?"

"Umm… I'm… dead?" I asked. Part of me realized that this may not be a dream. Holy Crow.

"Well… she was killed by a vampire." Gabriel said in a soft voice, dripping with disgust.

"Oh, hmm, well yes. I see." Peter looked very uncomfortable. "Well, I guess He will see you now." Gesturing towards the gate, he said, "Right this way please."

The gates opened to reveal a world that really could only belong to the Gods. Rolling hills of fluffy clouds, and streets paved with gold. The houses looked like cottages, but there weren't many. Only a couple hundred. Like a small town. I was about to asked when Gabriel said, "Very few ever get here, let alone teenagers such as yourself."

On the far side, on a very large hill, there was a castle, temple, call it what you will. In the garden stood a lone tree, vibrant green leaves and bark that looked soft and the color of cinnamon. On the top of the tree was a nest, sitting in it a dove holding an olive branch in its beak. And also in the nest, was an apple, with two bite marks in it.

Holy Crow. All of the bible stories flooded back to me in a rush. That was the dove from Noah's Ark. The apple, the forbidden fruit. Two bite marks, from Adam and Eve. Holy Crow. I was in shock. But relived too. I died and made it to heaven. Holy Crow!

I don't want this to be a dream. This it too good. I wish Edward was here a little voice said. Yes, yes I do need Edward. I need him bad.

Gabriel and I walked past the Tree and up the temple. He held up his hand, and the door opened.

What I saw made me gasp out loud.

Hey! So… How do you like the story??? I think it's going good so far. To answers some questions that might come up:

Yes, there are still werewolves but they didn't get there in time. Why? (I had fun making this up.) So they were running patrol and someone saw them. Those people were riding in a hot air balloon. A little boy saw them and, being a little boy, threw a quarter at Sam. It hit him on the head and he passed out. The others dragged him back to the trees, and to wake him up, Jacob "accidentally" burped in his face. It stank so bad that the whole pack ran around yelping and rubbing their noses in the dirt for ten minutes. So, they didn't get there in time.

No, I'm not giving anything away for the next chapter, but it's called "Judgment" so you can have fun imagining what will happen.

Until Next time, ­– The Queen of Hearts, Michelle Jefferson