AN: Rewritten. Parts in bold were the ones added. - Margz


Chapter 2: Death and All His Friends

December 1, 2008

All winter we got carried
Away over on the rooftops
let's get married

Clang, clang, clang!

My brow knotted the tiniest bit in irk as the whole of the perimeter stirred from the vibrations emitted by the clanging of the giant bells. I was broken from my reverie. I waited for the infernal noise to drown out so I could have silence once more.

Snow.

Peering from my arms, I saw snow. I lifted my head leisurely, slightly breaking my effigy position. I was sitting on a rooftop with my head half buried in my arms that were wrapped around my knees. My wings were automatically folded over my figure as I pondered.

With my unblinking eyes I watched as a small white crystalline flake landed on my pale palm. Snow was supposed to be cold.

I couldn't feel it.

I couldn't feel anything.

Winter... cold and dead... white...black...

Each season, I was assigned a place. This summer I was in Alaska... During fall I was in Canada... you may perhaps say nothing has changed much...

Cold. Dead. White. Black. Many people were suffering. I wouldn't be surprised if they came to me, not I to them. Just be patient... I'm coming for you...

All summer we just hurried
so come over, just be patient, and don't worry
So come over, just be patient, and don't worry

I extended my wings and shook it. I watched as the white blanket that accumulated flung in all directions unveiling black that rivaled the night sky.

I continued to watch with my head slightly tilted, as some of my feathers joined the snow – black against white.

Though I didn't need to blink nor close my eyes, I closed them and took an unnecessary deep breath. Once I opened them, I leant forward with my palm against my thigh to push myself in a standing position. I let my hair whip around my face as I looked down and scanned the scene from ten floors up.

Taking light steps forward, I stood over the ledge with my bare feet teetering. I knew that the wind blew low though I couldn't feel it. I knew because the small black bells that were tied with velvet around my ankles rang with it.

These bells were what I was identified with. Even before… though now they bore a new meaning.

A warning.

With exaggeratedly slow movement in desire to delay, I turned around until my back was completely facing the edge.

With one final sigh, I closed my eyes and allowed gravity to take over as I took a step backward.

When I felt the rush of the free fall, I opened my eyes gently. My eyelids were drooping as I gazed nonchalantly at the sky. I saw an endless gray with flecks of white swirling in a giant spiral.

I also saw glints of black as some of my loose feathers joined the gray canvass.

Slowly…

I remember.

My wings weren't black before.

I wasn't even gray.

I was white.

…Whiter than this snow.

My eyes lazily darted to focus on the silver glint that peeked out from the velvet on my right ankle. I averted my eyes at the same pace back at the sky.

I used to be free.

As soon as I sensed I was nearing the ground, I tucked my arms to my side and flipped my body face down as my wings spread out allowing me to glide smoothly.

I remember.

I remember what I used to be.

I remember what I used to do.

Even more importantly, I remember him.

It's so green here. Even with the snow, this place looks so green – too green.

Like his eyes.

I shook my head and shrugged the thoughts away. I can remember everything but I can't feel anything.

What made my job difficult was hearing... hearing minds of those who were to see me...

Predictable. Minds around me never change. No desire to fall into the same graves they dug... no desire to lay buried in those graves...they plead... they beg... they bargain...

No I don't wanna battle from beginning to end
I don't want a cycle of recycled revenge
I don't wanna follow Death and all his friends

But then...

They realize that escape was welcoming.

And in the end
We lie awake, and we dream of making our escape

Once I saw my destination, with my cuffed foot, I perched gracefully on top of a monument situated in front of the building, my wings folding closer to me.

There was only one thing that I could feel or rather, I only had one thing I was allowed to feel.

And that was death and this place had an especially ominous feel that lingered in the air.

Looking up, I read the name of the place.

Forks General Hospital

I glided in easily through the wall and ignored the call of death that whimpered along the corridors. There was only one who was to die at this given moment.

Only a very small cry called out to me.

A call I had to answer as I always did for a little more than a century. I came to send that soul.

Clang, clang, clang!

So you could hear the giant bells from here too?

I sighed.

As the bells tolled once more signaling the eighteenth hour I knew it called out to me.

It was time to work.

AN: Hello my darlings! I'm pretty sure if you've read the summary that you know who's talking here. So, what do you guys think? Just a reminder though, each chapter will have a Coldplay song that's related to it. The titles of the chapters are the song titles themselves. Thanks for reading! Edward might appear in the next chapter…we'll see. ^^

Oh and yes, this happened during Twilight. Since Stephenie Meyer didn't really specify the time frame, let's assume that it happened this year and that it's their second year in Forks already. Thank you.

I'll update if I get 10 reviews.

Love you all,

Margaux