AN: I've had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while now, and I finally had the time to start writing it. This is my first multi-chapter story, so please be kind. This is going to start right around the time the Spanish Influenza is striking Chicago. All this chapter really does is introduce my version of the characters, and give a basis for the emotion that is going on between them. Enjoy!

Bella's POV

I floated above his prone sleeping form, watching him as he slept. He truly was beautiful. His wild bronze hair framed intense green eyes, and his soft lips were turned down into a frown. He must be having a nightmare. He had been having a lot of them lately.

I came closer, wanting to touch the side of his smooth cheek, to sooth his troubled mind, but my hand passed right through. I cursed myself. This affection I felt towards him was unacceptable. As his guardian angel, I was supposed to protect him, nothing more. If I didn't watch myself, I would break the most important rule of being a guardian angel: never fall in love with your charge.

Muttering to myself, I went over to the window and stood before it. The moonlight streamed in and right through my insubstantial body. If I were a human, like him, would he like me? I looked down at myself. I was of medium height, with soft curves, a delicate frame, and mahogany hair down to the middle of my back. I had chocolate brown eyes, too pale skin, and lips that didn't quite match in fullness. Definitely not enough to attract someone like him.

I sighed and observed the comings and goings of the few people out this late at night. It was deceptively calm outside. In reality, a great sickness was tearing through Chicago like a wild fire, killing whoever it touched. I was worried for my charge. I could already tell his parents were coming down with it. Would he be next?

Images of him lying sick in an overcrowded hospital room assailed me. He was dying slowly and painfully, and there was nothing I could do about it. I shook the thought out of my head and angrily folded my pure white wings. It would never happen, not to someone as kind and innocent as him, with his beautiful piano music and loving heart.

I went back to the side of his bed, with its gold covers and multitudes of soft pillows. I longed, like many other nights, to just crawl in next to him and be surrounded by his warm presence. I almost always resisted the urge, but tonight I need the comfort. It's not like he would ever know, he couldn't even see me.

Edward's POV

I was having yet another nightmare. Images of dyeing people swirled around me. They were all moaning in pain, and sweat covered their pale faces. To the forefront came my mother and father. My father seemed to already be dead, and I recoiled in horror. My dear mother was sobbing; looking at me like it was somehow my fault.

I screamed and tried to flee from all my deepest fears, but they gave chase, taunting and laughing at me. Their faces began to melt and, all the while, they chanted we are dead, and it is your fault. I wanted desperately to ask them how I could save them, how I could help, but they wouldn't let me speak. They started coming closer, dancing around me. I fell to my knees.

I was about to give up when a bright light appeared next to me. When my eyes adjusted, I could see that it was a beautiful woman with long flowing hair and magnificent white wings. I suddenly realized that she had always been there, protecting me. She gazed defiantly at the grotesque apparitions around me, and they fell before her power, and her love.

Then she turned to me and helped me to my feet. I will always be there for you, no matter what. She spoke to me in my mind, and it was the purest sound I had ever heard.She leaned closer to my face, and brushed her rosy lips against mine. A tingly feeling rushed up and down my entire body, making me dizzy. Then she disappeared, leaving her face and the feel of her lips seared in my memory.

I awoke that morning to light streaming in through my window, the last fleeting images of my dream still hovering in my mind. I distinctly remembered a beautiful woman with wings, chasing all my fears away. She kissed me, I recalled; a kiss full of love. I would never forget her, even if she was just a dream.

AN: Please leave a review, and I would greatly appreciate it if you would check out the other stories on my profile. I need some feedback!!! Also, my friend Liana Secret is starting a new story, and would like some reviews to see if anyone likes it. Thanks- TTT