Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. So you can't sue me, Stephanie Meyer. Ha! XD
Summary:
[AU] When God realized that vampires are gradually destroying life's established equilibrium, He sent one of His messengers to fix it. A clueless and oddly sarcastic angel was chosen among the rest to be delivered from heaven to earth's surface to balance the imbalanced. Meet Isa Bella, an angel with a sharp tongue. She kept wondering, why among His other angels did God choose her, the indifferent little misfit? Rather than the brave and loyal Gabriel, why she? And here comes Edward, the nosy mind reading vampire. How the hell does he fit in the already complicated picture? [ExB]
A/N: In respond to the only one who had given me a review: Bella was not being bitchy and all snooty. She's not French to be like that to begin with. Just kidding. XP Anyway, her OOC-ness was not about being a bitch. She's just amazingly and irritatingly sarcastic. And if I stopped her character to be like then our story would cease to exist. I'm so sorry. I just can't.
Anyway, I would like to thank all the people who added this fic to their faves and for some who passed by and didn't even bother to drop a tiny review. Haha. Kidding. Bella's character is rubbing off on me.
Seriously though, thanks. XP Again, forgive my lousy grammar.
Chapter One:
My name was not Isabella all the time. In fact it was never were Isabella until Peter changed it. He just made it Isabella for the sake of human banality. He said it was better than my original but I disagree with him. He said that Isabella was more acceptable in human's world rather than my old one.
I liked my old one. I liked Issa Bella better than its human counter part. Issa bella meant Jesus is beautiful. I had that name as long as I remembered. Here in paradise, we have no memory of our past lives. We don't need it anyway. I don't. I am part of the indescribable creatures lingering around the corners of heaven. We are what you humans call, angels. We are the messengers of God and His knights.
But I have never met Him. God that is.
That was why when Peter told me that He had a special assignment for me, I was stunned.
"Why me?" I asked, confused.
"Issa Bella, you should not question—"
"Oh, right. Right, right…sorry. What is it?"
"What is what?" he asked, raising a brow.
Geez. What is a used interrogatively in asking for the specification of an identity, genius. But of course, you don't know that, seeing that all you could do is flaunt the fact that you have the big, golden key to the gates of Heaven and be such a prat.
"What is the assignment, Peter?" I muster all the calmness I could manage in my tone.
"To balance the imbalance." He said.
I looked at him, waiting for more details but he didn't breathe a single word.
"And?"
"And what?" he looked lost.
He sure likes to use the word "what" for someone who holds the key to all life's answers. "And?" I insisted.
He just stared at me.
"Balance the imbalance!" I blurted incredulously. "Surely it's not just that."
"It is not."
They said that when you enter heaven, your humanity leaves you. All the memory you had would fade away. The personality you hold would, as they say, ebb away. You would just move by instinct.
I wonder what personality Peter holds.
"What is it then?" I was getting annoyed now. The souls in the purgatory won't find heaven by themselves, thank you very much. I have lots to do.
"Immortality is a big no-no for us, angel." He started.
"And?" it's really difficult to conduct a proper conversation with these lots. Apparently explaining is too cool for them
He just stared at me again.
Ugh! My lack of patience is killing me. "What?" I asked. "Do you mean, Peter?"
"You would be sent down to earth to fix the imbalance, Issa Bella." He said, turning his back on me. "He chose you."
"Why?" I called back.
"Don't question Him, angel." And he left.
Before things get more complicated, I found myself falling.
Literally falling.
The dive towards the Earth's crust at break neck speed was no cloud nine. Clearly, heaven was cutting short for failing to send me via first class.
"You're Isabella now, angel. You are human, remember that. You feel pain and hunger. It would be new to you. This would be a challenge."
A challenge alright, heck, I don't even know my purpose here. All I know is to balance the imbalance. Whatever that would mean if I ever did find out after I survive this. At what life had thrust me at this exact moment, it was the least of my problem. I closed my eyes shut. I was still falling in an amazing speed that I vaguely estimate as a million miles per minute.
"Dear God."
I had known that the rebellion of my lids had finally subsided when I could finally open them. Fluttering them slowly, I was cautious that there might be another blinding whiteness to greet my inexperienced eyes.
And when I open them, I almost felt my heart beat paused. Had it not been for the pair of molten eyes, I wouldn't dare in my whole existence to scream.
"She's awake."
A/N: Again, reviews are highly appreciated. :) This chapter is a little draggy, sorry about that. If there are any questions, please don't hesitate to ask. Thanks.
