The wedding flowed into the reception smoothly—proof of Alice's flawless planning.
Edward and I were stepping forward to greet the Denali's when something fell from the sky, crashing into the makeshift dance floor.
Everyone crowded around and gasped. Lying there was a girl; with wings. Blood ran from multiple cuts on her skin and her brown speckled wings were bent at odd angles. I glanced at Edward, worried that the blood was bothering him, but beside the surprise of an angel crashing our party, he seemed fine.
"Ma-ma-ma-Maxi, ready to play?" A boy of eighteen stepped out of the woods, bearing resemblance to the girl on the ground. The girl blinked and heaved herself up into a sitting position. "Aw, did the wittle fall hurt wittle Maxie?"
The girl spat out a wad of blood, glaring at the boy.
"Ari," she growled, crouching low to the ground. "Only one of us is walking away from this fight." She leapt, round-house kicking him in the chest. They began to fight at strengths I'm not sure even a Vampire could handle.
"What are they thinking," I whispered to Edward, never taking my eyes off the fight.
"I can't hear their thoughts," he said, squinting then wincing a second later.
"What?"
"It burns to look, like staring at the sun."
"You mean-" I was cut off as Ari held a gun to the girls' throat, clutching her close to his chest.
"Had enough, Max?" he grunted, as she squirmed and punched.
"Fangie-boo, you're no going to let your mate die, are you? I won't hesitate to pull the trigger."
No answer. He cocked the gun. No answer. He began to pull the trigger. I looked around desperately, not a single person... or vampire made a move to save the girl. Edward met my glance with a solid look, telling me not to do anything stupid.
Suddenly, something flashed in the air and hit Ari in the head. He reached a trembling hand to his forehead, where a silver throwing knife protruded.
He collapsed to the ground, obviously dead.
"Took you long enough!" the girl yelled, walking towards us to seemingly embrace thin air, much to Emmett's amusement. But slowly a boy faded into existence. Dressed in a black trench-coat, shirt, pants, and shoes, he had black eyes and hair, and he had olive toned skin. From the two slits on his coat sprouted two black wings.
Every woman swooned (Even the older women.), when he turned to us. His face was godly, he made Edward look like a hobo on a three-week drinking binge. The girl too, was outrageously beautiful, making Rosalie seethe in jealousy.
"What are you?" gasped Carlisle, looking awestruck. The boy turned from his silent conversation with the girl, his face a blank mask.
"I am your Creator," he said seriously. What?