Disclaimer: All rights and characters belong to the wonderful Ms. Stephanie Meyer. I'm just giving them a holiday twist.

Thank you to my wonderful beta: Random Loves. This story wouldn't be possible without your brilliance, support and hard-work. My stories aren't the easiest to deal with and they're certainly not error-free most of the times. Thank you for sticking out and betaing this beast of a story. All this wouldn't be possible without you!

Whatever season or holiday you are reading this story, I hope you like it.

Chapter 1: Prologue

The middle aged man grumbled under his breath as he brushed off the snow that clung to his jeans. He looked up at the sky and fought the urge to flip it off.

It actually wasn't the sky that he wanted to send the crude gesture, it was meant for Aro, his manager or some shit like that.

Marcus was here, wherever "here" was because Aro, more or less, kicked him out. After a brief explanation on his new mission, with little to no instruction on what he was supposed to do or who he was supposed to guide.

All Marcus knew was that, whoever he was sent to watch out for was, "very similar to him." Or at least to his old human self. Angels like him were stuck in some kind of limbo. They were not considered human but were not ghosts either. See the term "angels" didn't really explain their predicaments, "helpers" or "guardians" might've been a better term for them. After all, the angels that Marcus was forced to keep company with weren't the typical angels that you see on Christmas cards or even the kind you put on top of your Christmas tree. No, they were people who didn't necessarily commit crimes in their human lives, that's what hell is for, but they were the ones who made the wrong choices that changed their lives for the worse.

So in order to get your ticket, or "wings" as they call them, to heaven, you are given a mission back on Earth to help someone. This person may be in the middle of making, or has already made a poor choice. Basically, the "Angels" were guardians, tasked with helping others from committing similar mistakes that they had made in their human life.

"Sounds boring," Marcus mumbled again. After cursing Aro in his head, Marcus decided to look for the address that appeared as a tattoo on his arm. He had to complete this mission. He had much to do and not a great deal of time to do it. If watching humans from his position in the sky taught him anything, it was that they were very stubborn. Marcus lost count of the many times fellow Angels had nearly given up on their missions. However, they always pulled it together. After all, each angel was given their own personalized mission. Fail that, and you'll have to wait another decade to get your wings.

Marcus may be a slacker, and a whiner, but this was his chance, his only chance. He couldn't, and wouldn't, fuck this up. He heard that each angel was only given a specific mission and time to complete their job because although similar mistakes were always made every day, there was most likely an angel that suits that mission. It was only right, like Aro said, that everyone should get their one shot. If they failed, they'd have to wait until the last angel that committed the same mistake as them completed their mission. Then, an angel was allowed to get another chance to redo their mission.

His eyes scanned up and down the street and when they fell up the house he was looking for, he muttered, under his breath, "Thank God."

The house was average. There were two old cars parked in front of the small garage. The lights were on, indicating that there were people inside.

Marcus didn't know what to do. This was his first mission and Aro said that he wouldn't be there to assist him, saying that although the mission seemed hard at first, everything would come to you naturally. Marcus snorted. He didn't know whether to knock or just barge in announcing that he was here to guide one of the occupants of the house.

He chose the safe route. Marcus used the superb hearing ability, gifted to all Angels, and listened in. On the first floor, he heard two children laughing. Without any thought, Marcus' lips formed into a tiny smile. "How nice it was to be young," he thought, "so nice and innocent."

He listened in closer and heard a sound on the second floor. Marcus heard a small thump before a masculine voice muttered a few colorful curse words. All of a sudden, his mission tattoo heated up. It didn't hurt, nor did it burn, but it was enough for Marcus to notice. He pulled back his sleeve and saw that the address had been replaced with a name: Edward Cullen.

Marcus breathed a small sigh of relief. He now knew how Aro was going to help him. By the words on his right arm, Marcus would learn the information he needed. He looked up at the second floor and couldn't help but wish this Edward boy some luck.

"You're life is going to change. I hope you're ready," he thought.

Beta'd by: Random Loves

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