Here's the second chapter, I was going to wait a couple of days, but I'm slowly becoming addicted, thanks to Zombie's Run This Town and Chocofreakazoid for reviewing, they made my day :D but I have gotten 24 hits and only two replies

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Disclaimer: Still don't own the twilight universe

Chapter 2: Bella POV

So this was death. From first impressions I don't like it. My head is hurting like hell and my body's aching all over. I thought it was meant to be painless in death. I managed to open my eyes with effort and was blinded by the sudden brightness of my surroundings. I seemed to be in a hospital room, the walls were pure whit and the floor was a hard, white, and marble like surface. The bed I was laying in was soft and warm and about the only furniture in the small room. A glass of water was beside me and I realised how much I was thirsty. I poured the clear liquid down my throat but it only burned more. I couldn't see or hear anyone so I slumped back into the pillow and waited patiently trying to come up with a suitable solution to what was happening right now. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, trying to pretend I was laying in Edwards arms, contented. Of course my memory of Edward was cloudy, typical; the one thing I'd like to remember as though he was here in front of me is blocked.

When I re-opened my eyes again there were two people in front of me; they looked about my age, 17. On the right was a tall, slim girl with a body to die for. She had honey blonde hair that ran down to the middle of her back in large curls. Her eyes were a pool blue colour and looked at me with sympathy, the features of her face were sculptured in a way that any supermodel would kill to have. I envied her, she had beauty in such magnificence I had never encountered before and wished to have it myself. Shallow I know, but any sane girl would think that too. Next to her was a guy the immediate thing I noticed was how much muscle he had. It was overwhelming and I almost shuddered to imagine getting on the wrong side of him. He was taller than the woman, so about 6 5", I wasn't sure and had dark brown curly hair. His eyes were a soft brown colour but more like chocolate than mine were, and his face was just as beautiful as the woman's in his own way. So much that I didn't believe it was possible to possess the beauty a Greek god would have.

"She's awake Rose" said the guy in a deep, intimidating but still kind voice.

"I wasn't asleep, just resting" I said in a voice I didn't recognise as my own, much softer. This was surreal.

Before the girl I assumed was called Rose could speak the guy suddenly engulfed me in a tight hug, it hurt my already aching body. Wincing from the pain I struggled to say,

"Hurting here" I said in a strained voice, I don't think anyone heard, at least the guy didn't get off me.

"Emmett, get off her, she's says it hurts" ordered Rose sharply.

The man I now knew was called Emmett quickly stopped hugging me and muttered "Sorry".

I smiled warmly at him, "Don't worry, its fine"

"Hello, my name's Rosalie" said the insanely beautiful girl, "and this is Emmett" she said and indicated the guy who had his arm around her waist.

I smiled timidly and spoke "My name's Isabella Swan but I prefer Bella".

"Well Bella, do you know where you are right now?" asked Emmett kindly.

I shook my head, "A hospital?" I said guessing at my first impression of the room.

They laughed half-heartedly, "If this was a hospital we would all be alive" said Rosalie bitterly.

I knew I was dead, but this proof made all hopes of Edward vanish, it was an empty unwelcome feeling. At my reaction, which was nothing except my hand dropping from where it was resting on my lap. They looked at me, probably waiting for an expected reaction of shock and disbelief.

"I know I'm dead guys" I said without emotion.

"Well, technically you are but we can give you a choice" said Emmett.

My eyebrows knitted together in confusion, what other choice was there. There was no choice in death. Was there?

"You could kind of go back to your life, but not as a human if you get what I mean" explained Emmet, but not well.

"Umm Not really Emmett"

"Okay, it's simple Bella, if you want you can go back to your life but not in the exact body you had, you can change your appearance and easily go back to how you are now, you won't be able to eat food, you don't sleep and you'll be stuck at seventeen for eternity. And there's no going back, as in you won't ever leave earth" said Rosalie smiling.

"Will you guys come?" I asked, if I did go back I wouldn't on my own.

"You want us to?" said Emmett with pure surprise.

I nodded I had started to really like them. Rosalie looked thoughtful for a moment and spoke, "Well this job is getting tiresome, being stuck here, it would be nice to go back"

"I'll do anything you do angel" said Emmett lovingly and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Well okay then" said Rosalie happily and tightened her grip on Emmett's hand.

"Then I will, so have many..." I struggled to choose a word to call us, "What are we?"

"Angels? Yeah angels, that sounds cool" said Rosalie.

"Okay well have many, angels gone back?" I wondered; would we be the only ones.

"A few, most just want to forget their life, too much emotion hurting them to relive their old life. But it'll be obvious when you see one, we are meant to be 'beautiful'"

"Well lucky you, honestly anyone would be so envious of you two" I said.

"Have you seen yourself Bella?"

"Err no"

Rosalie quickly flitted out of the room and found a mirror about her height, "Get up and look at yourself"

I got up slowly from my bed, muscles suddenly not hurting I noticed I was wearing a long white dress to my ankles with no strap. The top had a black line along it and a black flower was imprinted over my torso, I loved it. A/N Picture of dress on profile

My hair was longer, to the middle of my back and was much wavier, but still the same dark chocolate colour and my eyes were the doe brown I had grown to love, but I wasn't Bella. The reflection staring back at me was of someone as beautiful as Rosalie, or as beautiful as I remember Edward being. My mouth dropped open, I hadn't even dreamed of being like this and here I was; perfect in my own way.

"See, you are pretty" said Emmett.

"She's more than pretty Emmett. You're stunning Bella" said Rosalie, "With a little make up on your eyes guys will be desperate for you when you go back".

"There's already one who was" I muttered, why couldn't Edward come back with me, he would have forgotten me and probably won't believe me if I said who I was.

"Who?" asked Rosalie curiously.

"You'll meet him soon enough" I answered; Rosalie accepted this knowing I didn't want to talk about it.

"So...." said Emmett loudly, I rolled my eyes.

"Ready to go back guys?" he carried on saying excitedly.

"Sure, so how does it work?" I asked.

Rosalie thought for a moment, probably digging through her mind for the right memory. "I remember, we have to imagine where one of us died as though we were all there and we have to touch palms for it to works with the three of us. And we should be somewhere near your dead body, but out of sight"

"So Bella, since you're the most recent to die it should be you, I've been here for 50 years and Rose has been here for 68" said Emmett, still as happy as ever.

I closed my eyes; do I really want to do this? What if he hates me? Edward is the only one I'll do this for, I thought.

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