Flying High
By Umbreon101
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"Now that we're all introduced, let's get down to business…"
I smiled. "Let me tell you a bit about what my coven is doing here. We are angels, as you know. As angels, it is our duty as the pure-hearted souls to make sure covens of vampires, werewolves and other immortals are killed, so that humans aren't overwhelmed by mythical beings. In fact, we aren't even supposed to be here, really." I grinned. It was quite fascinating; humans didn't take notice of the little things that made the mythological races different from themselves.
"Angels execute immortals other than themselves. There are no dangers for the angel species, because when angels are frozen as immortals, their soul apparently stays the same until they've found their soul mate, which adds the love to their soul mate to their soul." I smiled fondly at Joseph, Alexis, Andrew and Christine. They were cuddling and whispering to themselves.
"… wait, you mean to tell us you are here to… execute us?" the boy named Edward asked tentatively. A growl looked to be building in his chest.
"Technically, yes."
A growl forced its way through the blonde one and Edward's gritted teeth.
I waved it away.
"I said technically, are you deaf?" I said, glowering. The rest of the Cullen coven was staring at me too.
"So… you're supposed to execute us, but you're not… yet?" This time it was Carlisle Cullen speaking.
"Yes. We don't plan to. We see that you are animal blood drinkers… although I can sense that some of you have drunk from humans before." I looked straight at Jasper (whose was most strong of the 'human blood' smell), Edward (only a short period) and Alice (who had accidentally did it) and lastly, Emmett (two, humans, two…).
Emmett grinned. "Only two, gal. Only two. That's like, a record here. Eddiekins here went on a – "
He didn't get to finish, because Rosalie smacked him on the upside of his head.
I muffled a giggle.
"Okay, I get it. But you're all animal drinkers for now. We don't really have to sleep, but we do appreciate getting our rest, you know… so we'd better head home. Carlisle and Esme Cullen, pleased to meet you and your coven."
I stood up, shook hands with Carlisle and smiled at Esme, then spoke to the children. "Hope to see you at… oh, just my twentieth time at high school again…?"
With that, I jumped out, signaling my coven to leave.
"Bye, Alice!"
"Bye Christine!"
I jumped into my Lamborghini while Andrew into his Ultimate Aero, and we headed home quickly.
As soon as we got into our house, I sighed.
"So… what to do about the coven?" I asked, wondering desperately why I was the leader of a group of angels.
"Jeez, Bella, get a grip. We have plenty of time to think, you know sis?" Joseph was concentrating on his Xbox with Andrew. Andrew was winning. Of course; Andrew was the smart one and Joseph was the go-into-it-and-take-it-easy-even-if-the-world-is-ending kind of guy.
Christine was a musical freak, being good at the violin, viola, bass, trumpet, xylophone, clarinet, piccolo, drums, banjo and guitar. She was also quite well off in piano, cello and trombone. She was worst at the steel drums and flute.
And of course, Lizzy. Lizzy is just the overly excited girl who loves computers and cars. Anything technical suits her, which is weird because she hates the high speeds that she specially arranges our cars to go. Well, not hate, but she doesn't enjoy them like yours truly.
Me… well, I'm just plain old me. Sure, I play the piano well, sing well, violin and clarinet… yes. And there was also my obsession with cars. Don't forget my irresistible curiosity to learn every language on the planet. Like, seriously… I know English, as well as fluent Spanish, French, German, Mandarin, Cantonese, Portuguese, Arabic, Greek, and well enough to talk and listen to Quechua, Latin, Icelandic, Nordic, Turkish, Russian, Korean and I can listen to Italian, Macedonian, Mongolian, Romanian, Vietnamese, Thai, and can hear broken bits of Welsh and Ukrainian. It's creepy, but you gotta know the languages to live in places… although I do admit we've only ever used English, Spanish, French, German, Mandarin, Cantonese, Portuguese, Greek, Italian, Turkish, Latin and Russian, but… oh well. Sheesh. No one needs to scold me for learning languages… at least you would think they didn't. But oh, they do. Lizzy says I just waste time, but I love learning and reading. She doesn't understand that well.
I quickly went to sleep, hoping that tomorrow there would be more answers.
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There were no more new answers.
I sighed and dressed in a light blue silk top (A/N: Will be up on profile) and a pair of black cotton drawstring pants. It was a very comfortable outfit, and all in all, I was proud of myself. I quickly grabbed my backpack (it was one of those that hang over one shoulder, thank goodness) and skipped downstairs. I grabbed a granola bar and a bottle of water and called to the others.
"Hurry up you slowpokes! School's gonna start without you!" I hollered, even though I knew they could hear me. "Don't make me come up there!"
Lizzy quickly hurried downstairs, wearing ruffle halter top and cargo pants. She glared at me, then picked up her backpack and started ruffling through the cabinets.
"Where are my crackers?!" Lizzy asked.
"Um… I think they're in that cabinet…"
Luckily, I guessed right and Lizzy was subdued with eating on her crackers.
Andrew appeared next, hair ruffled as if he'd spent the night doing… eww… I didn't even want to think about what he was doing yesterday night. Not what I wanted to be thinking about at six in the morning…
He was wearing a pink graphic top that said 'Boys will be girls' on it, with a pair of low rise jeans.
He grabbed a granola bar as well.
"ALEXIS! COME DOWN HERE THIS MOMENT! YOU BETTER NOT HAVE DONE WHAT I THINK YOU'VE DONE!!!" Andrew bellowed.
Alexis came down, looking very scared indeed.
Andrew pointed to the now-empty granola bar labeled cabinet.
Alexis paled. "I… um… was, um… hungry… so I, um… like, like… atealotofgranolabars?" It ended up sounding more like a question then a statement. I sighed. This was problematic.
"Here guys, we'll buy granola bars later. For now… HURRY UP, YOU FREAKS! IT'S CALLED SCHOOL IS STARTING IN THIRTY MINUTES, YOU JERKS!" I called out, quite pissed off at the rest for not coming down. "Get down here this moment, Joseph, Christine!"
I was mad.
Joseph hurried down the stairs, grabbed a pancake (yeah, we had leftovers) and started munching. He had a black t-shirt on saying something about I don't need your attention and something else…
Finally, Christine came stumbling down the stairs. I narrowed my eyes at her. "Christine… if you're not clothed properly, you are going to be killed. Not technically… but close enough. Lol. BUT ARE YOU DRESSED RIGHT."
I went on to inspecting her. She wore a richly stitched white top and a black ruffled skirt. I sniffed. "You're okay…"
"Hurry up!"
Christine grabbed two pancakes and started munching.
I walked to the door and grabbed my mid strap wedges, glaring at the group.
I slipped into my shoes and they finally got my point as Lizzy and Christine slipped on their flats and Alexis her favorite pair of wedged sandals. The boys got into their sneakers and we were finally off to school.
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A/N: Just a lot of morning action. I'll get more for you guys later… !
