Author's Note-I know, bad idea to write another story. But I couldn't help myself. I'm bursting with ideas. Please just check this one out. Though Edward isn't in this chapter, I promise he will be in future chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Edward: Or me.

Me: Or the characters.

Emmett: That's right! Only Stephenie Meyer owns us!

Rosalie: -Smacks Emmett upsaide the head- No one but I own you, Stupid!

-Awkward silence, then yelling-

Dear Reader, please read on while I deal with some very frustrating fictional characters who will not shut up.

Chapter 1

Birth of an Angel

Bella's POV

My eyes snapped open to a brilliant, blinding light. I brought a pale hand up to my forehead in an attempt to block some of the brightness out of my eyes. My memory was foggy, and I couldn't remember anything.

"So," a deep, rich voice said. "You're awake."

I sat straight up in fright. "Who are you? What am I doing here?" I looked around, but could see no one.

"Do you not remember anything, Isabella Swan?" the voice chuckled.

Suddenly, memories flooded my brain as if the internal gate that had been holding them back had broken when my name was mentioned. I vaguely remembered a boring life with my father, and a fuzzy picture of my mother.

But the clearest night I remembered was--last night? I had gone to the heart of my home-city, Chicago, to see a faboulus movie with a friend. I had gotten lost in a dark, deserted alley and was beaten up by a gang of drunken men. Thank goodness they had not raped me.

"Where am I now?" I called out to the mysterious voice. "Will I be able to see you?"

"You are in Heaven," the voice breathed. "You will not be able to see me, for I am the Holy One, Creator of Angels."

I choked. "What? I'm an angel?"

The voice chuckled again. "I feel your disbelief. You are indeed an angel. It is those innocent ones who have been robbed of their chance at life that become angels. Therefore, you have become one."

"Hmmm..." I mused. "Do I have to do things like watch over people?"

The Creator laughed. "There are many different types of angels. There are Sleeping Angels, who gently release humans from their misery, Fiery Angels, who try their best to prevent wrong on Earth, Love Angels, who help humans find their soul mates, and more. You are a Guardian Angel. You will be assigned a human, and must keep watch over him at all times."

I groaned inwardly. I could barely watch over myself, and now I had to watch over another human?

"Your human is Edward Cullen, a seventeen-year-old boy abused by his step-parents. Your mission is to keep him from the Sleeping Angels (meaning you cannot let him die) and make his life happier. This is your test to see if you qualify to be a true Guardian Angel. Fail, and you will be given another assignment. We do not give punishments in Heaven," the invisible Creator told me.

"Angels cannot sleep," he continued. Or at least I think it was a 'he'. "They take away sadness and replace it with happiness. Guardian Angels are most special. They have unusual powers. Your power is that you can control an element, fire. Do you see the necklace around your neck?"

I looked down, and saw a necklace I never saw before. The chain was pure gold, and hanging off it was a gold pendant. In the center of the pendant was a ruby that blazed like a bonfire. If I peered at the ruby closely, I could see flames leap from the jewel. It made every piece of jewelery I owned on Earth look like they were made from plastic. I nodded.

"That jewel is the Fire Stone. The necklace does not have a clasp, so no one can steal it," the Creator said cheerfully.

I smiled. "I like it."

"On the back of the pendant is the Crest of Heaven. It is an H with angel wings sprouting from it and you have it on your left shoulder too." I was tempted to peek, but the Creator was not done talking. "Now, I will show you your bedroom. You will live in it when you are in Heaven, in between missions."

In a flash of light, I was transported into a beautiful room. There was a king-sized bed dominating the left wall, and a floor length mirror in front of me. I was too dazzled by my own reflection to see the rest of the room.

My once dull, stringy brown hair was now a sleek, shiny, and silky mahogany color. It swayed gently in a non-existent breeze. I was wearing a plain blue T-shirt with a flowy pink skirt and shiny black ballet flats. Protruding out of my back were a pair of huge, indescribable wings. They were like dove wings, pure white with soft feathers. I gaped at myself.

"Are you ready for the mission ahead? This is a difficult journey, but travel it well, and you will be rewarded upon your return. Farewell, and may you succeed," the voice said.

Then, a saw another flash of light, and everything went black.

Author's Note-So, how was it? I know it's a short chapter, and I promise I will make the next chapters longer, if that makes your cup of tea. I won't be able to update very often. The pictures of Bella's Guardian Angel clothes and shoes are on my profile.

Please don't be offended if this goes against your religion. I was only trying to make up a story where Bella gets to be the one who helps Edward.

Oh, and I have a poll on my profile. Please check it out. I WILL NOT lose against my sister.

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