A/N: This story was adopted from ..Coaster. If you read Angel of the Silent, ..Coaster's version, this is slightly different.

Summary: I was going about my life as I usually did—you know, acting completely normal here, pretending to be human there—when my life was completely flipped upside down. My name is Angela Webber, and I am not who you think I am.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, and I do not even own this story.


I was going about my life as I usually did—you know, acting completely normal here, pretending to be human there—when my life was completely flipped upside down.

My name is Angela Webber, and I am not who you think I am.

I have lived my entire life knowing I was different, starting with the fact that I naturally have one deep brown colored eye and one violet and pink eye—I like to call it piolet. The doctor had no idea what was wrong with me, nor did any other. But deep inside I knew I was special. That I was more than these people.

To conceal my eye, and to not bring attention to myself, I use a brown contact lens. But unfortunately, when I have the contact on, my eye becomes blurry and things are not always clear. Sometimes I take it out, but that's only for emergencies or when I'm in the safety and comfort of my own bedroom.

It wasn't until I was fourteen that I found out what I truly was. In a dream that felt all too real, I was spoken to by a wise young man about who I was. He too had an irregular eye. One of his was blue and the other a dark brown and grey. He explained that I and my true ancestors before me were magical beings. We called ourselves Elemances.

We can control a single element—either fire, water, earth, or air—and with our special eye, we can see everything. There is no limit to our eye. With it we see thoughts, have x-ray vision, see the future, when people lie, in the dark, microscopic things, heat signatures, you name it. It's like super-powerful glasses in just one eye. We also become immortal once we reach the mature age of twenty. After that, we have to constantly keep moving around the world not to raise suspicion about not aging.

But once every millennia, a single Elemances is born with the power to control any element they choose—and if they want to, all of them—and their eye is even stronger than anyone's before them. They also have immense strength, speed, and senses. They are protectors of our kind. They help conceal our identities and can heal our wounded. Some refer to them as Angels of the Silent.

I am an Angel of the Silent.

Lucky me.

I have seen many things unfold around me in my time. I am very aware of all things supernatural around me. It's impossible for me not to know. But the most interesting thing was Bella Swan's long journey into the world of vampires and werewolves.

I saw the first day she moved to Forks, when she figured out what Edward and his family really was, when she learned of Jacobs's heritage and genes, her decision on who she loved more, and even her child.

The whole time I have just sat idly on the sidelines, completely oblivious to everyone. Not even Edward and his mind reading could tell who I was. Which is good, in a way, but I wish that someone could know. I wish I could tell someone about it. I have never actually found another Elemances before. I guess Forks is just not the place any of my kind wants to be right now.

But I know I will find one. One day.

I awake to the beeping of the alarm on my dresser. Slapping it with a little too much strength, I crush the top, leaving a huge crack down the middle of the green plastic. Just what I need,I think. Looking at the time now frozen on the front, I see that it's 7"30 a.m. Good. Enough time to have a shower, eat breakfast, and head off for school.

Oh, school…great. Notice my sarcasm?

Going to school is almost torture.

I know what you're thinking" 'Of course school is horrible! I cant stand it either!', but do you have to listen to every single conversation at once while you try to concentrate, smell everything and anyone—even when someone forgets to wear deodorant—know when the janitors closet is 'occupied' by usually a teacher and student from across the school, and put up with all of the shit people give you in their thoughts for not being the hot stuff of the school.

No. Didn't think so.

The only way I can actually manage to ignore all of that around me is to study. Yeah, dorky, right? But it works. If I can keep my mind busy or on my school work, it becomes easier to block out all the annoying stuff. Plus it helped keep Edward off my tail back in Forks. He only ever heard my thoughts on school and such, not giving him any reason to dig deeper.

I sit up and looked outside my window. It isn't that sunny today. Pretty common for this part of Alaska. I can see the snow sweepers in distance making their way through the streets, honking angrily at the kids building snowmen in their way. It's very clear due to the fact I'm not wearing my contact.

I scan my room for the little container containing the thin colored plastic. My eye sees it almost immediately as I look at my wardrobe in x-ray. I go to it and open the door, reaching inside the pocket of my thick wooly jumper. I click open the little box of contacts lenses and slide out one, blinking my eye as it went in.

Everything goes half blurry.

I sigh as I grab my towel and head to the bathroom.

Here goes another day of agony in my eternal life.

I drag my feet as I trudge my way to school. I only live a few blocks away, so I walk every day instead of driving. I hate being the age of thirty-nine and still having to go to school. I mean, I physically lookseventeen and all, but I wish I'm not stuck on this endless cycle.

My school is much like Forks High; small, but does the education job quite well. That's why I kind of like it here—it reminds me of my old home town. Even my friends are similar. There's Lisa—she reminds me of Jessica with her looks and jealousy—and Echo reminds me a little of Bella because of her shyness and hidden beauty. Matt reminds me of Eric because of his non-stop talking, Tyson, he reminds me of Mike because of his crush on both Echo and Lisa, and Luke reminds me of Tyler because he's a terrible driver. It's like a home away from home.

I step up the curb as I cross the icy road to my school. I'm a little late; everybody has already started making their way to class.

Up first I have science. Not like I need to learn any of it—I've done this same class over and over for more than twenty years now.

My legs robotically lead me to room SCI45. I slowly open the heavy—for humans— door and make my way to my seat. Seconds later Mrs. Santich walks in and addresses the class on what we're doing today. Her blonde, shoulder-length hair is put in the usual ponytail with the fringe relaxing above her eyes, and she has a heavy bag sprawled over her right shoulder.

"Okay, so you guys what we are doing for our next assessment is…" She pauses for dramatic effect. "…adaptations!"

Everyone groans.

"You will need to grab out some paper and I will hand out your sheets in a moment. Just read the page through and follow the tasks, but if you have any questions about it, just ask me." She gives a smile and begins to ruffle through her bags—presumably for the worksheets.

"Hey!" Echo whispers loudly from behind me, trying to get my attention. I pretend not to notice her as I grab my folder. Sure, I heard her, but I have to keep up appearances. And responding to every drop of a pin doesn't help.

"Hey!" she whispers louder, throwing a crumpled piece of paper at my head.

"What?" I scream back, keeping it low enough that the teacher—who still hasn't found the papers yet—can't hear me.

"I wanna go up to the mall this afternoon. You coming?"

I nod. "Yeah, sure. But we gotta drop by my place before we go so I can pick up my purse."

"Okay, sounds like a plan." She smiles from ear to ear.

At that moment Mrs. Santich starts handing out the sheets, each of us taking it reluctantly. I read the title.

Create a Creature.

This sounds interesting…

"Well what you have to do is create a creature, pretty much. But!" She pauses, raising her finger dramatically. "It has to be possible. It can't be able to shoot lasers from its eyes and turn dirt into food; it has to have adaptations, key word there kids that helps it survive in its environment. And you cannot make it out of two already existing animals. A few of my classes have made things like Whogs, a whale cross dog, and Rawks, a rat cross hawk." Every one giggled. "It needs to be original. Think of things like its environment, what food it eats. Don't make something that eats 3 times its body weight of leaves a day that lives in the desert. Do you guys get where I'm going with this?"

We all nod.

"Okay, good. Remember, this is due in one week. No more than that. And I expect at least four paragraphs on this creature and its adaptations. If you can come up with a picture for it, I'll give you extra marks." She winks. "Now get working!"

Everybody starts turning around and starts to have conversations with their friends, more than half of the class forgetting about the assessment. Again, I feel the soft thud of flying paper hit the back of my head. I turn and give a playful glare at Echo.

She's looking around the classroom, pretending to not know what she did.

"Echo…" I say menacingly.

"Hmm? What? What did you say?" She turns to me, faking surprise. She's the worst liar.

I bend down and pick up both the scrunched papers from beside my desk and ditch them each back at her.

"Hey! Okay! I give up! It was me! Ah! Don't hurt me!" She cowers her head into her hands. We both start laughing hysterically. Echo blushes when she realizes all eyes are on us. We both get back to our work soon after, knowing that that there would be plenty of black marks on our records if we don't.

Before I know it, then bell rings. In a matter of seconds everyone has vacated the room, leaving chairs all over the place and a teacher with her mouth wide open from not even getting a chance to speak.

The rest of the day goes on, nothing new really happening. At lunch all of my friends and I headed over to our usual spot on the steps near the currently covered in snow grassy area. We chat casually as we eat, Matt pretty much shouting over all of us. He was a great guy, but he can be way too loud sometimes.

When lunch and last period are over, I begin my way to Echo's car. She has a snazzy little black beetle with the most comfy seats. I love it to bits. I've even considered getting my own one day, but having to move around every few years makes things complicated. Echo's already in her seat with the belt done up and Lisa in the front seat. Obviously they're a little too excited about the mall trip, since we hardly ever go.

"You ready to go?" Echo asks, bouncing in her seat when I open the back door.

"Yeah, I just gotta get my purse, remember?" I chuckle.

"Then let's go!" Lisa chimes.

I haven't even put my seat belt on when Echo stomps on the accelerator. We fly through the parking lot, nearly hitting half a dozen cars in the process.

The mall is packed. I mean, literally stepping on other people's feet no matter where you go. What I truly hate is that I can smell each and every person.

On the way to Echo's favorite clothes shop I'm sandwiched between two unhygienic, obese trucks drivers eating God knows what. They chomp and chomp on their 'science projects'—it doesn't look like actual food—seeming completely unfazed that I was there. I am so having at least three showers when I get home.

When we finally reach the store, it's nearly deserted. Only about ten other people are in there. Maybe no one came to the mall for clothes today? I shrug to myself, heading over to the casual section. Echo went to shoes and Lisa to dresses.

That's when I smell it.

The soft, warm smell of pine and soil.

What are they doing here?

My nose leads me to the men's section. They aren't in the shoes, or the shirts. That leaves…

I freeze instantly as I turned into the pants aisle. My eyes lock onto the deep brown ones staring back at me.

Nobody moves.

Shit. He imprinted.


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