Angelic

Bella POV

I stepped up to my chosen point on the cliff. Edward's voice had long stopped telling me what to do, but I still wanted the adrenaline. With a smile I flung myself off the cliff.

It was only seconds before I hit the rock that I realized that I should have taken Jacob's advice and waited for him. Then I crashed onto the rock, and I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was in a very fancy office. It had a plush white carpet, and pale wooden walls. There was a large fish tank in the corner, teeming with angelfish. I was sitting in a comfy chair right in front of a very expensive desk.

Then a man came through the door. He looked a bit like Carlisle, with a model's body and blonde hair, but his eyes were sky blue, and he had a slightly overworked look that would never have appeared on Carlisle's face. He beamed when he saw me.

"Ah, Isabella! Though," he muttered, sitting down, and leafing through a book that had materialized in front of him, "it says here that you prefer Bella." He held out his hand. I shook it. His hand was very warm and light.

"Now," he said, putting the book down. "My name is Matthew. I suppose that you can guess why you're here."

I looked out of the window. Fluffy white clouds were floating by. The angelfishes winked at me.

I sighed. "I died, didn't I?"

He frowned. "Yes. It says here that you hit a rock and broke your neck. Oh, I sound really insensitive! Would you like a tissue?

I shook my head.

Matthew smiled at me. "Bella, according to the book, you were pretty good in your life, and so Heaven is open to you." He gestured at the clouds. "But there is another option for people like you, people who understand the physical and mental suffering that humans can go through. We were all really sad when Edward left you, by the way. But we were very proud that you began pulling yourself back together, although cliff-diving and motorcycles aren't the usual therapy."

I shrugged. "What's the other option?"

He smacked his head. "I really need to stop going off track. Well, there are two types of angels. The first type is the ones like me, who were created in Heaven, and hardly ever leave it. The other type is the 'Earth Angel'. These are angels who were once human, but were turned into angels. They live on Earth, and try to help people who are going through tough times like abuse, loss of someone close to them, and so forth. Heavenly therapists if you will. There are both advantages and disadvantages to being an angel, but all in all, it's quite cool, and to be honest, we need more Earth Angels to combat the suffering on Earth. We would have put one with you, but as I said, there just aren't enough to go around."

I considered it. "What are the advantages and disadvantages?"

Matthew leaned back in his chair. "Well, the advantages are that, once you transform, you become stunningly beautiful, never age or die, control the elements, don't need to eat or breathe or sleep, can turn invisible, remember every single memory you've ever had, have super speed and strength, shape shift into animals, your tears will heal any wound, gain the ability to communicate telepathically with other angels, and you will have this..aura around you, which make anyone near you feel calm and happy." I smiled. I liked the sound of being an angel.

"The disadvantages", he said with a frown, "are the fact that you grow wings, which though are handy when you need to fly, can never be got rid of, though they can be folded. So you'll have to wear thick clothing to hide them. When you become blissfully happy, a halo will appear above your head, so you'll have to learn to control your emotions. You will literally become a spirit clothed in flesh, so if you go to the doctor, they'll find that you have no heartbeat, and your blood will burn like acid. Your blood will turn gold, by the way. And though you are free to fall in love, and even have a relationship with a human, bear in mind that you'll never age, so it can only be temporary. And any children you have have to be left with the human parent. Actually, you don't need to worry about that, because half-angel children can only be created if their parents are truly in love – you know soul mates. And that's very rare, despite what every fortune-teller in the world says.

I thought about it. I liked the idea of helping people who were going through something similar to what I'd gone through. And there was something else. Angels sounded a lot like vampires, only much better. If Edward refused to create me into something like him, then fine. I would turn into an angel.

I looked up at him. "I'll do it."

Matthew's face split into a grin. "Come with me." He led me into a room that had what looked like a shower cubicle in the centre. I turned to him, and he nodded. "Go in."

I hopped into it. Suddenly, I was consumed by all of my good memories – my first word, Charlie and me dancing around at Christmas, my mother's smile. It was a storm of pure bliss. Then I was suddenly falling, and when I opened my eyes, I was floating in the sea.

I swam to the shore far more quickly than I should have been able to. I stared at my reflection in the water. I was more beautiful than Rosalie, with long dark hair, faintly glowing pale skin, and violet eyes. I had huge white wings fanning out from my back. They seemed to pass through the white silk robe I was wearing.

I panicked, and checked for any one staring at an angel on the beach. Luckily, there was no one around for miles.

"Bella?"

I spun around, panicked. But there was nobody there.

"Bella, its Matthew. Remember, you can communicate with any and every angel, both on Heaven and Earth. Now then. You can control your wings like you can control your arms. Fold them in gently."

I carefully folded my wings back. They were no thicker than one or two inches when I did this, though they'd been thick enough to sleep on when I had them open. "Very good. Now, visualize the clothes that you would like to wear. Your robe will morph into them."

I imagined my favorite top and jeans. I was instantly wearing them. I grinned. No more shopping. Ever.

I soon settled in to my angelic lifestyle. I told the wolves what I was – they had to believer me when I revealed my wings and halo – but I didn't tell Charlie. I told him that I was going to college. Instead, I traveled around the world, helping those in need of an angel. I specialized in teens. The poor, the lonely, the suicidal. My gifts soon helped them, and I moved on quickly. A slight bother was that every boy tended to fall in love with me, but my aura of calm and happiness stopped it all turning into bloodshed with the girls.

My latest object was to help a 17 year-old girl named Amber. Both of Amber's parents had recently died, and she had fallen into the wrong crowd. I managed to ease her out of her depression, and now she was a happy, vibrant girl. I would soon move on, but for now I was staying to see how well she was settling in with her grandparents.

I was flying through the air, invisible, in order to get to school on time. I enjoyed the buzz I got for swooping among the crowds. Now that I had wings, I wondered what I'd ever seen in motorcycles.

Landing softly, I folded my wings, changed my robe to a white silk shirt and a black silk skirt, and switched off my invisibility.

Amber spotted me. She ran up to me and threw her arms around me. "Hi Bella!"

I smiled at her. Amber was tall (though not as tall as I was now) with long red hair and vivid green eyes. She even looked pretty standing next to an angel.

"So," I yawned, pretending that I was tired, like every other teen should be on a Monday morning. "What did you do in the weekend?"

She grinned. "I went to Alton Towers. You were right, Bella. It's a really good place to get some adrenaline."

I tossed back my mahogany hair. "Glad to hear it."

Amber and I walked slowly to my next classroom.

"You know, you've been a really good friend Bella" Amber tugged down her skirt as a teacher walked by. "Everyone else just backed off when I went through that phase, but you were always there for me, even when I was being a bitch. I'll really miss you when you leave."

I sighed. As far as Amber knew, my mother had found a new job in Japan, which was where my next assignment was. "Don't worry. I'll write." I wrote over twenty letters every week to all of my ex-assignments. Amber beamed again. "Thanks, Bella. I appreciate that."

We waltzed into English, and I sat in my usual spot next to each other. Mr. White wasn't there yet. Amber leaned over. "I think that there are some new students coming."

I frowned. "Why are they joining so late? It's November."

She shrugged. "Probably got into some trouble. Perhaps you could sort them out."

"Maybe." I didn't think that I'd focus too much attention on them though. If they were that bad, they would already have their own angel friend. If not, then a few days around me would calm them down.

Mr. White walked in. "Class please meet our new students, Edward, Alice, Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmett." I froze. Please God, not them.

I raised my head, and my now violet eyes met Edward's.