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 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, Maxie, 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.
"Awww, did the wittle fall hurt little 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 re-produce.
"What are they thinking," I whispered to Edward, never taking my eyes off the fight.
"I can't hear their thoughts"
"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, gonna let your mate die? 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.
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!" said the girl, 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 white skin like a vampire. From the two slits on his coat sprouted two black wings.
Every woman swooned(Even the older woman), 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"