I don't mean anything by the story and please don't get offended. I am a christian and respect god. I own nothing except the plot, Julian, Noel, Lara, and Damascus.S.M owns all of Twilight.

I walked forward as I was led to the cross; the cross that would be my undoing. My legs did not tremble, my face was a clean slate that showed no emotion.

If I was to burn today, I would not show them the emotions my heart felt. That my heart suffered from; the betrayal, pain, distrust cut my heart to ribbons.

It was a beautiful day. Clear and white. Immaculately bright. The perfect day for fellow angels to witness the burning of another angel. There would be no smoke, no ashes, only the changing color of the fire.

I put my back to the white cross I was to be tied to and let them tie my wrists- above me- and my ankles to the posts. What a beautiful cross. It was pure, white unlike me.

I was imperfect, unclean, and unworthy. I was to be feared, not to be trusted. That was my crime in the first place. The reason I was to burn.

An angel burning, like a witch. The irony. They could not see the hurt, that turned to jealousy and hate that led them to convict me.

Or maybe it was me that could not see the reasons they hated me. Maybe all the accusations were true. Maybe I could not feel. Not the pain I usually felt, no, I could not feel love.

I'm not sure I am sure I felt love for my father at one point. Until, it came to this and he turned his back on me. Acting as if he did not know.

My father. Yes, that is why they hurt. Instead of having one of the accepted into heaven angels as his daughter, he made me. Created me you could say with more passion than he had ever created anyone with before. My father was, GOD.

Usually when my father created someone they went to Earth and he didn't see them again until the day of their judgement. My reason for creation was to be a daughter that was always innocent and dutifully stood by his side.

At first other angels were in awe of me, some even called me princess. But like I said it got twisted and this is why I stand tied to a post ready to burn.

Or maybe it wasn't my fault. Somehow, they could have sensed her. The one I tried so hard to keep hidden, but had to please. The other side of me. The dangerous one the one who longed to hurt people.

Had they finally seen through my mask, my facade. I did not have time to ponder this now because then they asked me a question.

"Isabella Swan, do you repent your sin?" An angel asked.

"I have no sin." I responded my voice the epitome of confidence. I looked straight at my father as I said this and I swear I saw him mouth the words, Had to happen. Things going to get bad. Help the vampires. To find your Sin.

As they lit the the cross on fire I wondered what my father meant by those four brief sentences. He always had a way of saying so much with such little and what did he mean to find my sin. I couldn't have any, maybe she did but I did not.

Then as the fire reached my pure, white wings and covered my head. I became a burst of white. Like when you burn magnesium in science class and your teacher tells you not to look because of how you might go blind from the light.

But then you look anyway at the bright white light and spots start to blur your vision. And you think that hurt like hell but was still beautiful to see.

That's what happened when I burned.

Aro POV

I swear I just saw this flash of white light out on the ocean. Must be my imagination.

I never should have thought that. This would come back to bite in a few years.

For those of you who have read my other stories and are wondering what I'm doing starting another one while I have two others unfinished let me say. SORRY please don't hurt me. It's just that I'm going through a bought of writer's block. And I usually only feel like writing when I am in the middle of class. So, you most definitely should have a chapter for one of my other stories by Monday or even Sunday.

Jaimie:P