Alexis is an angel that was born human and lived for sixteen years on Earth. She didn't know she was an angel, until she arrived at Heaven after her death. Gabriel, God's messenger angel, explains everything to her, but leaves her with a bombshell. "You are to guard a vampire coven and werewolf pack in Forks, Washington." In this journey, Alexis is learns many things and is given a second chance at a life she never had.
This chapter is a bit short, compared to the future ones.
Chapter 1: Sorrowful Good-Byes
"We come here today to mourn the lost of a love one..." the high priest said. I couldn't comprehend anything after that. I just stared at the casket where my one and only daughter lain. I knew this would happen. I was warn, but I always hoped it wasn't true. I still can't believe she is gone. I am not prepared to live a life without her. I didn't expect a daughter like her.
She was the sweetest and the most kind-hearted person you will ever meet. She is beautiful, and I'm not just saying that like a mother. She got her hair from my mother. It is naturally long, wavy, and black with random strands of purple and red hair. She has strong, Russian features. Her eye color, nose, and mouth matches my mother's and my grandmother's. Though, she has high cheek bones, freckles, and thick eyelashes like her father. Those eyelashes frame her big, brown eyes. It is one of the darkest browns I can recall and has speckles of dark reddish-amber in them.
With her looks, you would think she would be in a relationship. She never even thought to have a relationship. She was always happy, though.
She is so strong, emotionally and mentally I mean, physically she is as weak as a twig. Though, her looks deceives you. At 5'11" with a slender, yet athletic frame, you wouldn't believe that she broke nearly twenty different bones in her body when she was younger.
So fragile, yet your only friends were boys, rough-ass boys. I slightly shook my head. In every aspect she would surprise you; her friends, her reactions, her likes, everything.
No one believed that I was her mother. We were complete opposites. I with blonde hair and blue eyes, compared to my dark-haired, dark-eyed child. She towered over my 5'4" body.
She is into the arts, musical and actual art. Her grandmother taught her how to play the violin, and I taught her the acoustic guitar. When she was at her great-grandmother for a year, she was taught the cello (her personal favorite) by none other Aleksandra, aka her бабушкиж. (babo-sh-kee-zh) Then, Sam, her father, taught her to play the piano. By then, she had taught herself how to play the electric guitar. She is a natural drawer. Her dabbles are better than anything I could draw.
There's no way she's gone. I finally took my teary gaze off the casket, but I just turned it to the woods not far away. She loves to explore there... I noticed a young girl, around her age, in a white dress, knee-height, and loose combat boots. She reminded me of her. She was staring right at me. I gasped. It can't be you. She waved and smiled weakly as a single tear fell. She was telling me good-bye. "Love you" I heard her voice in my head. Then, a slight breeze blew, and like dust, she vanished.
"Alexis.." I whispered.