AN: I'm not too sure on where this story will go, or even if it will continue, but I had this idea and I wanted to write it. This isn't meant to offend anyone...I hope you all enjoy and read and review to tell me what you thought and whether or not I should continue!

This story came to be when I saw the title 'near wild heaven' and I wanted to write a story with that title...so here it is!

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Near Wild Heaven

Isabella Swan was sitting staring wistfully at the world below her. In particular she was recklessly watching a life she couldn't comprehend; a life that was forbidden for her to even understand. She was practically glued to her spot on the white ground. The ground that could be interpreted as clouds. She was so encompassed with the scene below her that she didn't have any inkling of the fact that someone was standing behind her.

"Isabella, just what do you think you're doing?" The soul asked. She was unsure of what gender the soul was. After being up here for so long, it was no longer important to the soul to convey their sex. So, therefore, it was no longer important to you. The soul leaned over and glanced down at what Isabella was gazing at longingly. When the soul saw what it was, it stepped back and cocked its head to the side, curiously.

"I'm watching him."

"Yes, you are," the soul said slowly. The soul had never met anyone like Isabella in all her unknown years up here. It was easy to find Isabella, she always sat here in this exact spot gazing through the white clouds down below at the world she left behind. Most new souls often did gaze down at their family and friends. But it wasn't with such intensity as it was for Isabella. Most new souls knew that one day their loved ones would join them, so they continued on happily.

One was supposed to have a feeling of joy, elation and the overwhelming reality that they were at peace. Here. In heaven. But Isabella was often emotionless and didn't participate in the events that occurred up here.

"How about Charlie? How is he?" The soul wanted desperately for Isabella to get her head out of the black clouds; for when she watched the demons, the clouds around her darkened considerably. It unnerved others, and avoided any close encounter with Isabella because of it. She was alone in heaven. That was something that never happened here. The souls always had someone. Isabella shied away from all forms of intercourse.

"Charlie?" Isabella asked surprised. The clouds around her steadily turned back into the normal perfection. Isabella leaned over and saw her father. He was sitting on his couch flicking aimlessly through the channels of the television. He had been like that since his only daughter had passed on a month ago. She had been so young. And it had been too sudden. It was known up here that Charlie Swan would never be the same again. Until, he one day joined his child up here, in heaven. "I'll be seeing you," she whispered at her father.

Once again, the clouds darkened and she continued her activity that she had been faithfully continuing since she heard of this place. This place where you could watch your loved ones. Loved ones.

The soul crouched down beside Isabella. It refused to see the picture she was watching. It didn't want to see the lives of demons. It never had any desire to infiltrate with such damned beings.

"Isabella, we have talked about this. Please, step away from this area. Come join in on the festivities," the soul tried.

"There will be other moments for festivities," she replied.

The soul was beginning to feel annoyed. It surprised the soul: this feeling of irritation. Souls didn't feel any other feeling except happiness. They had no need for negativity when they were in a place of ecstasy. "They are demons," the soul whispered.

Isabella - rather violently - tore her gaze from the scene below her. "They are angels," the young girl cried.

The soul stiffened at those words. It took a lot for the all almighty to bestow the gift of angelic powers. There was no way that these damned beings could ever be given that gift. "They are not angels, Isabella. They know it and we know it. It's time you did too." The soul hated the tragic look on the girls face. Hate. That was something else the soul was shocked to feel. It didn't like this girl. This girl who made it feel all these human feelings. She shouldn't even be feeling these monstrous emotions. Isabella was now a soul, there was no room for humanity. She should have outgrown the rashness and the violence that human emotions provided.

Isabella glanced down once again. "Please, look at them. Look at him and tell me he isn't meant for greatness up here. He deserves to be up here just as much as I."

"He has broken many rules," the soul sighed. "He has been repentant of most of them. Normally, we would have forgiven him, but there are two reasons why we most likely won't. He has a demon inside of him. As much as he wants nothing to do with it, it is still present there and could turn on him at any moment. And, he is not repentant of you. He doesn't regret you in the way that he should."

"I don't mind," she reached forward, ready to lean through the clouds and touch him. The soul quickly grabbed her wrist.

"For a demon to love a human is blasphemous. It is forbidden. It is dishonourable. It is an atrocity."

She shook her head vehemently.

The soul was shocked to see tears run down her face. It had never seen a soul cry when they were in heaven.

"Isabella, you are not supposed to be upset here," the soul was appalled.

"Why?"

"This is heaven," the soul gestured to the world around them.

It was staggered when it saw Isabella hesitate.

"You must stop your ghastly notions this instant," the soul scolded. "Now, please, step away from the demon."

"Please," she begged.

"Isabella!"

Her eyes widened. "I can visit him," her realization threw her off guard, it was obvious.

"No, you can't," the soul had to come up with some way it could get this girl away from the demons that were turning her pure soul, black.

"Yes, I can. As a soul we are allowed two visits in our existence. I want to visit him!"

"He doesn't even know that you are dead!" the soul snapped. The soul was heaving heavily. It took in two deep unnecessary breaths and tried to calm itself. It tried to keep a level head with this situation. Situation. That was all that this was.

But, with the soul's words, Isabella was forced into silence. She was pondering these words. It was true. This demon had no idea that his love was dead and had been for over a month now.

"He cares, I can see that," Isabella breathed.

"Yes he does. But even he can see that he was never meant to love you. He was never meant to hold you. He was never meant to kiss you. He understands that. Now, you must too," the soul disliked being cruel to her, but she had to understand the vastness of this. It wasn't just a night and day situation. It was much more complex.

"Am I disallowed to visit him?" she inquired.

The truth was, no. She was allowed but it was deeply frowned upon. The soul wasn't exactly sure what the consequences would be with such a visit, but it had no desire to see what could happen if Isabella did such a thing.

With the silence, came hope for the girl. "I am? I will choose my visits carefully -"

"Visits? You plan on using both your visits to the human world on him?!"

"Of course," Isabella looked down. "Please, look at him."

The soul was intrigued, no doubt about that. And it wouldn't be the first time a soul was curious enough to watch the damned. So what was this one time? What was it about this monster that held this girls heart so immensely even after death?

The soul peeked a look.

Edward Cullen sat on a large boulder. The sun was setting beyond the horizon. The sky was a breathtaking yellow, orange, pink and red. Above it was turning night. He was very still. It was the type of stillness that could never be accomplished by a human. His eyes were closed serenely and he was breathing deeply through his nose. The wind touched his face and toussled his hair slightly. He truly was a beautiful creature. In fact, his beauty rivaled the scenery before him.

Suddenly, Edward gasped, his eyes wide.

The soul snapped its neck to Isabella who had touched him. The soul grabbed Isabella and pulled her away.

"How could I not?!" She screamed.

The soul agreed, because in that moment there was nothing it wanted more, too, then to touch the demon. That terrified the soul and it stood up and walked far away from the confused girl who was weeping on the clouds and the demon who had been touched by his love.


Edward Cullen breathed in deeply, smelling all the odours that came with this world. The sun was setting and for the first time in a long time he felt almost numb. Numb of everything. He couldn't find any of his feelings and for that he was glad to just sit here and feel nothing. He wasn't quite sure how long he sat on that rock, because he lost track of everything. He was free of sound. He was free of talking. He was free of internal speeches. He was free.

He felt something suddenly though. He felt something as if a brush to his face. It was warm and it caused his skin to tingle and his whole body felt alive, something it hadn't felt in years. He gasped and his eyes widened. Only one person could ever make him feel this way. He frantically looked around him. He jumped to his feet and wishful thinking had him search for Bella.

There was nothing. A heavy weight of disappointment attacked him and he fell to his knees. He couldn't breathe and he found that he desperately needed to. He gripped his stomach and felt the hole eat him internally. He was hopeless. But while he struggled to get a hold of himself, he felt like he was hit by ten Emmett's charging. He couldn't describe the knowledge or the origins of this realization, but he knew it now more than ever. He suspected it, but he refused to believe it. Now he knew. Now he wished he didn't.

His body was so incredibly weak he was sure a mere human could touch him and he'd fall over, helplessly.

He had been feeling more devastated lately. But at the same time he felt semi-whole. He couldn't explain, but for the first time in seven years he didn't feel so much alone.

Now he knew why this was.

Edward desperately needed to stand up and go home. He needed to find that what his brain and body were suggesting was far from true. He couldn't get up.

A tearless sob escaped his lips and his body crumpled lower to the ground. He had never felt more low or more high than he did right now.

Alice had come with Emmett. They were rushing to him and he clawed at the ground trying to grab something real. The rock faltered beneath his intense grasp.

"Edward! Come, let's go home," Alice whispered she reached over and held onto his torso, turning him over so his face would see her.

Emmett stood behind her watching his brother with such pity that it angered Edward. But he couldn't find it in himself to complain about this fact.

"Esme wants you home. We all want you home," Alice said pulling Edward into a sitting position.

Edward began to mumble things to himself over and over again. His words were so incoherent that Alice and Emmett were so sure he was even speaking in different languages. There was no way for them to understand what he was saying. Edward grabbed at his hair and began to pull at it. Alice pulled his hands away and held them together with her firm grasp.

Emmett leaned forward and brought Edward to his feet. His legs collapsed beneath him, but Emmett had him in a good hold. He swung Edward's legs forward and cradled Edward like a baby, ready to take him home.

Edward's words were becoming louder.

Alice froze and looked at Emmett with wide eyes.

"What?" Emmett asked.

"He's speaking Mandarin," Alice choked out.

"I don't know Mandarin," Emmett complained. "What is he saying?"

Alice paused and looked at his face. Emmett looked down as well and saw Edward's features crumpled up in agony and disbelief and his lips moving rapidly as he repeated the words over and over.

"Alice?" Emmett stressed.

Alice swallowed. "She's dead..."


Bella froze when she heard Alice say these words. He knew.

R/R!!