Introduction
Volterra, Italy
Every night, the Angel would look down over the city. This place was of no significance to him: he wasn't born here, it wasn't even of his own country, but it still meant something to him.
Standing on the rooftops, his white cape protected his tall but muscular form. His white hood hid his white mask, and his golden hair couldn't be seen from the ground. Through the mask, a hint of gold could be seen in his eye.
There were legends about the angel of course; he was strong, fast, graceful, beautiful and spoke multiple languages with a voice from heaven. The Angel was known for his compassion. Protecting not only the good but the bad. He stopped the bad from getting worse. His selflessness meant that the people felt safe, but they didn't know what from.
At the very same time, on the very same night, on the exact same spot, Carlisle Cullen looked over Volterra through a white mask.