A/N: Heyy readers! Can't wait to see how the story continues? Well, here it is!

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns the Twilight series, any and all music, movies, or books belong to their respective owners. Title based off of the song "Looking for Angels" by Skillet

Chapter 2

SPOV/IPOV

I woke up, not realizing when I had fallen asleep. I sat up and realized today was my first day at Forks High School. I didn't feel nervous per say, more like I felt like I had to work extra hard not to blow my cover today. I got out of bed, grabbed my clothes, and headed for the bathroom. I quickly took a shower, trying to get all the dirt and grime from last night off me. After about 10 minutes of scrubbing, I was decidedly clean and stepped out of the shower. I got dressed, wearing a black spaghetti strap tank top, with a black and white Nike sports jacket and dark-wash skinny jeans. I know it sounds dark for an angel, but the color black was appealing when you only saw bright colors during most of your existence.

I quickly pulled a brush through my hair and decided to put highlights in. I didn't have time to do it normally, so I used my gift to will my hair to change. In three seconds flat I had black hair with green and blue streaks. I smiled at myself in the mirror, said a quick prayer to God, and headed out the door. Charlie had gotten me a beat-up old Chevy, which was actually quite perfect. It blended in well in the school parking lot. While walking to the main office, I noticed everyone was staring at me. From what I could see, nobody was truly different here. I stood out like a sore thumb; I smiled at the thought.

The lady at the front desk, Mrs. Cope, was kind, despite my odd looks. She handed me my schedule and a map of the grounds, then sent me on my way with a smile and a wave. I decided there and then that she was one of my favorite humans. I quickly went back to my truck and grabbed my black hat that had the words "Jesus Freak" airbrushed in black and lime-green. I placed it on my head, locked my truck, and headed to my first class, History, feeling the stares on my back the whole way.

The classroom was empty when I entered, and I was glad. I sat down at a desk in the back, and pulled out my iPod. Apparently, it was common for human's to listen to their music on these devices, so I had gotten one and programmed some modern Christian bands into it. So far, Skillet, TobyMac, Red, and Switchfoot were my favorites. Currently I was listening to my favorite Skillet song, Looking for Angels. I closed my eyes and bobbed my head to the beat, mouthing the words. I kept checking the clock for the time, though I had plenty of it. Class wasn't supposed to start for another twenty minutes. I continued to go through my lists of Christian songs, even repeating a few. Right in the middle of Hero by Skillet, a guy came into the classroom. He looked to be about my age, with wild bronze hair; his eyes were closed and he was mouthing something to himself. He was around 6'2" in height and was athletic in build. Without opening his eyes, or even paying attention, he came and sat down in the chair next to mine. It was then that I noticed he had earphones in as well, and was listening to music. I shrugged it off, and continued to listen to my own music. I was about to close my eyes when I noticed I could understand what he was mouthing; it looked like Monster by Skillet. I quickly paused my music and tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped and his eyes shot open in surprise. His eyes were a vivid emerald green and were piercing.

"What are you listening to?" I asked, taking one headphone out. He looked puzzled, and pulled a headphone out as well; I could hear Monster blasting through it.

"What?" He asked.

"What are you listening to?" I repeated, though I already knew the answer. My thoughts were confirmed when he answered "Monster by Skillet." I looked him up and down; he was wearing a red polo t-shirt with light-wash jeans and Nike sneakers. He didn't look at all like a Skillet fan. I gave him a confused look.

"Yeah, I know," he said, as if reading my mind, "I don't seem like that kind of guy, but I guess you could say I can connect with the music." He looked down, seeming pained by something. I thought there was something dark and familiar about him, but I ignored it, and continued to focus on the fact that he was a Skillet fan.

"Are you also a fan of Red or Switchfoot?" I asked, hoping his answer would be yes. He looked up, his face surprised.

"Yeah, I am… how did you know?" He asked. Something dark flashed across his eyes, and this time I took notice. I suddenly realized why he was darkly familiar: though I didn't see a demon near him, I knew one was affecting him.

"Lucky guess…" I said, dropping my eyes to the ground, but using my other senses to feel around and find the demon. I could only feel the darkness coming from him, and it wasn't the same as when humans are possessed; this felt too dark, almost like the demon was a part of him. I carefully looked back over at him and focused on his eyes. Sure enough, I could catch the faint flicker of darkness deep in their depths, and I silently sucked in a breath. He didn't seem to notice, and I put my headphone back in and turned my music on full-blast, trying to ignore the instinct to leap up and destroy the half-demon next to me. I looked at the clock and saw we still had 10 minutes. I couldn't stand sitting there anymore and got up, moving towards the window. I looked out, noting that it wasn't raining like it normally did. I didn't hear the guy come up behind me, but suddenly I felt hands on my shoulders. I quickly paused my music, and spun around. He had left his iPod on the table, and was now looking down at me, his green eyes full of sadness and regret in his eyes. He slowly and carefully pulled my headphones off, and placed my iPod on the table as well. I didn't quite understand, until I suddenly felt his hand wrap around my neck.

I looked into his eyes and they were now flat black. I realized what was happening: the demon was taking over, and trying to kill me. He lifted me off the ground, holding me by my throat above him. He sneered at me, and threw me across the room. I quickly spread my wings, and landed on a table, on my feet. I was now in full fight mode, with wings out, fight gear on, and weapon in hand. His eyes widened, then he smirked. The human boy was suddenly gone, and in its place was a large, toned demon, his skin red and covered in black tattooing. We faced each other, and God made time stop, to protect the humans. The demon launched at me and I was slammed into a wall, losing my weapon in the progress.

The demon threw a punch, and I narrowly dodged the hit. He growled, getting more frustrated with each missed blow. Finally, he grabbed me and threw me again, this time through the window. Suddenly, it was like my iPod was back in my ears, playing "The Slam" by TobyMac, and pushing me forward. I threw a punch and landed it on his cheekbone. He roared, enraged now.

"Tell me demon, by the power of the Almighty Father, what is thy name?" I asked, using the ancient words. The demon hissed at the name of God, and cringed back. "I command thee, speak thy name demon, or face the wrath of the Lord God." I stated, my voice ringing with ancient authority. He stumbled, the hissed out "My name is Balthazar, demon of fire!" He launched at me, and I shot into the air.

"Well, Balthazar, we need to end this… NOW!" I dive-bombed him, effectively knocking him out. He changed back into his human form and I carried him back into the classroom before changing back myself. I quickly worked my God-given gifts and fixed all the damage, just as people began filing in. I quickly smacked the boy, waking him up. I was relieved to see his eyes were their normal bright green. He looked at me with sadness, regret, and a third emotion I couldn't place. Before I could think on it further, a young platinum blonde girl walked up to our desk and leaned over in front of him, giving him a good view down her shirt. I turned away, disgusted that she had no humility.

"Hey Eddie, what are you doing tonight?" she asked in a really nasally voice. I turned partially, trying to see his reaction. He didn't look too happy. I smirked.

"For the last time, my name's not Eddie, it's Edward. And no, I will not come over and 'hang out' at your place tonight." He made air quotes around "hang out," so I assumed that he'd already gone through this more than one time. Her face fell, then she seemed to become quite angry. She stomped her foot and huffed away, back towards a desk in the middle of the room. I stifled a laugh, and caught Edward staring at me again.

"Please," he began to quietly beg, "please, tell me I didn't hurt you…" he had a scared look on his face, like I was going to tell on him or something. I could tell he knew what was inside him, but didn't think I knew. I leaned over and whispered, "No, you didn't hurt me… Balthazar did…" His eyes got wide, and he began to shake. I laid a calming hand on his shoulder. He shook his head, and started to look me over, obviously checking for injuries. He wouldn't find any unless I was in angel form, so I shook my head and laughed quietly again.

"Don't worry, Edward," I said, smirking, "Balthazar got the whooping he was asking for." I winked at him, then turned towards the teacher, who had already begun his lecture, leaving Edward silent and stunned.

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Playlist for the Chapter:

Hero by Skillet

Looking for Angels by Skillet

Monster by Skillet

The Slam by TobyMac