A/N Hi everyone! Here's chapter 2. It's just a little one and you can see that Bella isn't exactly what Edward expected her to be. And we find out how angels find people these days.

Zachariah reached out for my arm and everything went white as pain racked my body. When the pain stopped and everything came back into focus, we were on a street corner and I felt like I was going to throw up.

"Fuck," I muttered.

"I am sorry. Time travel can be difficult on those who are unused to it." The dickhead said in that unemotional tone that made me want to deck him.

"Shove it up your ass." I replied as I braced my hands on my knees and took deep breaths.

Ignoring me, he continued, "You are now five years in the past."

"What happens if I run into my past self?" I asked, wondering if angels could work around that. It was known that when time traveling if you bumped into your past self, it could kill you. And I so didn't like the sound of that.

Zachariah have me a droll stare. "You are in your body five years ago. Just be prudent on what you say involving the future. You can never be too careful where time travel is involved."

I scoffed. "Now you tell me."

"Just lay low. Kill the demon the demon. Return to you own time. That is your mission, Hunter. Do it quickly and quietly."

I controlled myself from telling him to go and fuck himself. I didn't like orders. "One thing before I do this. What is the Prophecy?"

He looked at me for a long moment, he eyes burning into mine.

"''A child born of good and evil will one day be forced to choose a side. If it's the one of good and light then the world will be saved. If it Is the one of evil and darkness, the world will be doomed.' That is the property. And trust me, Hunter, you have seen nothing of what she is truly capable of. Yet." He added ominously.

"Shit." I breathed. "Why is all this happening? Why was she even allowed to exist if this is what you knew would become of it?" I demanded, still chilled from the words he's spoken.

"We tried." He replied harshly.

"Well what happened?" I snapped. "I'm the one who is killing the bitch. You tell me why she was allowed to live in this first place."

Zachariah sighed. "Her mother, Renée, was a mage. She was strong and powerful and innately good. Or she was until she met Charles. A demon. The two... fell in love," He finished with disgust. "They kept it hidden."

"Why would they hide it? I know that no ones big on good and bad getting down and dirty, but why hide their love?"

"They knew of the prophecy. They were both incredibly strong and Renée knew the infant that grew in her womb was the child that the prophecy spoke of."

I sighed at the drama of it all. "What happened next?"

"We tried to destroy her before the child was born. We were unsuccessful. Even though Renée had once fought on the side of righteousness, she would do anything to protect her child and they both went underground. We eventually found them and a lot of good warriors were destroyed in the battle that raged. Both Renée and Charles were destroyed, but it was too late. The child had already been born and hidden. Black magic was used to shield her from even us."

"Then how do you know who she is now?" I asked with a frown. If angels couldn't find her back then, how did they know that this was the girl?

He looked around uncomfortable and I began to grin.

"Zachariah, how did you find her?"

"The internet."

I burst out laughing. "Oh how the mighty have fallen. Angels relying on Google to find a girl."

"Watch you tongue, Hunter, or I will cut it off."

I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek.

"Here is the address of where she works," He said handing me a sheet of paper. "When it is done I will return. Do not fail, Hunter."

I went to snap something back, but he was gone and I was left alone on the street.

I glanced at the address written in an elegant script on the crisp paper and began walking down the dark street.

I had a demon to kill.

I walked into the restaurant where Isabella worked as a waitress. I found that hilarious. The Isabella I was unfortunate to know would never wait on anyone.

The restaurant was like any other, except for the fact that you could see right into the kitchen.

"Hi there," A woman with dark blond hair greeted me.

"Is Isabella working tonight?" I asked not in the mood for the way her eyes trailed over me like I was a piece of meat. Some Hunters would jump at the opportunity, but Id always taken my responsibilities very seriously. Besides, a quickie with a woman I barely knew had never held much appeal for me.

Her expression fell slightly before she smiled again. "Do you mean Bella?"

"Yes." I answered smoothly. Bella was obviously a nick name. "I would appreciate it if you could seat me in her section." I added as I slipped her some money. It worked well enough as she nodded and motioned me to follow her.

"She'll be over in a moment." She smiled and walked away, casting a glance over her shoulder.

I was scanning the crowd when I saw her coming through a swinging door and I froze. She was the same and yet different.

She had the same pale skin and mouth-watering curves. She was wearing black slacks, a white blouse and a black apron around her shapely hips, her long dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail. And she was smiling. Not the sly, seductive smile I had seen over the past year, but an actual smile.

She made her way across the restaurant with a tray balanced in her hand and she was smiling and chatting as though she were having the time of her life.

As she passed another waiter he grabbed the loop on the back of her apron and pulled her back, messing her hair.

I froze. I had seen her strip the skin from a man because he looked at her the wrong way. She had laughed while he screamed and begged for mercy.

She didn't attack, she didn't even yell. She just laughed and gave him a slight shove before untying his apron and skipping away before he could catch her.

I was stunned. I told myself that she was human in this time and didn't have the ability to peel the skin off someones back with a mere thought, but I had at least expected her to be a bitch.

As I watched the woman move around the restaurant smiling and laughing and chatting with customers, I couldn't comprehend what this woman would turn into.

"Dimple, tell Kishan and Jay that they're being jackass'!" She squealed when she ran from them ten minutes later in the kitchen. A human would haven't have been able to hear them, but Hunters had superior hearing.

Dimple. From what little I had learned of Isabella's past over the years, was that it was rumoured that the death of her best friend that sent her over to the dark side.

I looked on as a small asian woman chased after two men with a spray bottle, laughing with Bella when they men turned around and ran after them. The one named Kishan lifted her off her feet and dumped carted her off, hovering her struggling body over a sink that was obviously filled with water.

"Put me down, asshole!" She giggled as she got to her feet.

"Dont be that way, baby," he drawled as she walked over, only turning back to flip him off.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from her and it was bad, because it wasn't in a way I could justify.

I stood abruptly wanting, no needing, to get away.

BPOV

"You should know better." Andrew, my boss scolded me.

"He started it." I snapped.

"No, I didn't." Simon protested.

Andrew just rolled his eyes at our bickering and walked away.

"Moron," I hissed.

"Idiot." He snapped back.

It was all in good fun. I had worked here for two years and it was always the same. We all bickered like old married couples. It kept a really boring, or extremely hectic, day fun.

"Bella, what did you think of that guy? Uber hot or what, huh?" Jess giggled as she walked into Dish.

I frowned. "Honey, there's no hot guy in my section."

"What? He came in and asked for you. Well, Isabella," She corrected herself. "I just assumed he's been in before and had the hots for you!" She added with a wink.

I laughed. "I don't think so. What did he look like?"

Jess brushed her hand through her dark blond hair and fanned herself for dramatic effect. "He was sex on a stick! Tall, muscular, bronze hair, intense green eyes... and a nice ass." She grinned.

Jason, who worked in Dish, just rolled his eyes and continued to load the huge dishwasher.

"Sorry, no hot guy fitting that description came in tonight. Or any night. I think Id remember him," I laughed as I made my way out onto the restaurant floor. I glanced around but the only people in my section were an old couple and a family with small children who wouldn't simmer down.

I frowned as I wiped down the tables. Why would he ask for me and then leave? And another more unsettling thought was that he asked for Isabella, when everyone here knew me as Bella.

A/N Next chapter we get to see a little more of what's happening to Bella in the future and Edward questions whether he is doing the right thing.