Stranger of the Night
Bella just couldn't believe what she was seeing out there. It simply wasn't possible that someone was dangling upside down in front of her window. She was living on 6th floor. Someone crawling out of the window and going down head first wouldn't reach down this far and there were no balconies on this side of the building. She went through a list of possible reasons for this - none fitting unless she was dreaming because the boy was there without scaffolding or anything else to hold him there.
She stood up carefully and walked to the window slowly. The boy turned around easily. She was staring at him in disbelief. There was no ladder, not that she knew of any ladder that could reach up this high except the one the fireman used. He definitely was no fireman. She couldn't see strings attached to him and figured the turning around would have been way too difficult with strings too. She hesitated for a moment, before she opened her window. The boy with the messy hair smiled at her and climbed in easily. She jumped back surprised and a bit scared too. Why did she open the window again?
There was no visible glow of thin strings anywhere but behind his back was something else. With another step into the room from his side and two backsteps from her she could make out the form of gigantic black wings. She was so perplex she didn't back away when he walked up to her but grabbed his shoulders and turned him around to look at his back. There was no paper construct holding the wings, they were coming right through the fabric of his shirt, she pushed her hand inside one of the holes and yanked at the wing, completely dazzled when she felt feathers under her fingertips. The feathers were coming right out of his skin. She backed away and rubbed her eyes, closed them and hoped he would be gone when she opened them again, but he wasn't. She tried to run for the door, but he grabbed her arm and held her back. She yanked herself free stumbling backwards until her legs hit the bed and she fell down on it. The strange boy was coming closer. She tried to scream but panic had taken over her voice and she couldn't make a sound.
"Hey calm down," he whispered softly. His voice was low and melodic and so pleasant. Bella couldn't help but calm down right away. She closed her eyes and waited for more words not able to do anything else. "You don't have to be scared. I promise I won't do you any harm." His hand reached out for her cheek and caressed her skin gently. Panic was right back at his touch. Bella pulled away quickly. "Who are you? What are you doing in my room?" Her voice was shaky from fear.
The stranger smiled bemused as he sat down at her bed. She was his first protégée and he had known she wouldn't be easy to handle. But her reaction to him was quite surprising none the less. "If I may introduce myself I am Edward." He smiled trying to be as polite and pleasant as possible. He noticed her gaze kept hanging at his lips and grinned knowing right away she thought his smile was cute. He actually blushed under the unspoken compliment just like it's originator did, before she shook her head to get rid of just that thought about his cute smile.
"Okay fine," she mumbled "but what the hell were you doing in front of my window?" She asked in a rough tone he knew she addressed her parents in whenever they tried to draw any borders or gave her any rules. He couldn't help smiling at that. She was such a sweet stubborn young girl with such a messy hair. Out of his thought he took one of her lose strands and pushed it back behind her ear gently. He knew she couldn't turn away from him. Her eyes were fixated on him all the time and her heartbeat was reacting to each of his movements. "Well how to put it the way you understand it? It's the hell my job to look after you." Her brows furrowed a moment before she seemed to decide to let it slip because she didn't understand it anyway. "My room is on freaking 6th floor." He laughed and nodded. „I noticed. But as you might have noticed that really wasn't a problem for me," he grinned and pointed at his back. "I just got these for the job."
Bella blinked confused. She tried to make up for it with sarcasm but her insecurity came through every word. "You're trying to tell me you flew up here right?" She started laughing. Edward looked at her irritated what the joke was that he obviously missed. "Yes, I did. How do you think I got up here otherwise?" She was staring at him and he was staring back still irritated. He didn't know much about life on earth and so he didn't know that guardian angels weren't common down here. He'd never been to earth before but he knew several angels who had - so of course he was confused as to why the concept of an angel was freaking her out like that. And he used to contact her through her dreams all the time. Weird enough he hadn't found a way to get through to her like that lately which was why he had gotten his pair of wings to go and visit her to deal with the problem directly. He didn't know about the rule of being invisible to humans and only affect their life without actually appearing right in front of them. He probably didn't know because Isabella was a special case and the latest turns of her life made it inevitable to send him to her. Someone up there meant for him to shock her quite a bit with his presence. She was so close to the edge acting up against the lines fate had designed for her that she needed a guide and she needed him right now.
Edward only had one reason of being – her. So keeping her alive was his top priority. If he didn't manage that he wouldn't only lose his chance on real white wings but also his very own existence. He had to show her a way to make it through other than the one she had chosen now. The plan was to show her how important emotions were. All of them. Mostly love of course but also pain and hate and everything else. He had to show her how those emotions were the thing humans existed for ever since they left the Garden of Eden and lost their chance on immortality. Because living life a certain amount of time wasn't the good thing about it. But filling however short or long this time was with various emotions was what humans truly exited for. Someone once told him that every life was painting a picture for only them to see and Isabella didn't even try to touch the tools in these last years. He had to show her the beauty and potential of her very own picture. And though she was stubborn and by god no easy case he would do his very best until this task was fulfilled.