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My sister nodded and said that she would explain but it would take a while, I smiled at her glad she was accepting my choice and asked Carlisle if it was okay to take the explaining back to their house as I knew the most important knowledge was still unknown to us.

After deciding that Katelyn's guard would stay behind and keep James and his newborns frozen, the Cullens, Katelyn and I made our way back to the house. I walked hand in hand with Edward and the rest of the family walked in couples behind us, my sister followed at the rear and each time I glanced back at her I couldn't help but notice the worry on her face, I could only guess at what she was thinking but being her sister my guess was probably the closest. My sister had assumed I would come without complaint and without explanation, like I used to, but that was not the case. I had grown up in the last 500 years and had seen my memories in a new light, recognising for the first time how much of my life had been spent simply doing my sisters dirty work. Her asking me to become a fallen and me agreeing was a prime example. I was going to hear her out when she explained but I made up my mind to not let myself become her mindless servant this time.

We settled in the Cullen's living room, sitting in couples on the various sofas while Katelyn stayed standing near to the door. I felt Edward arms pull me closer and looked around the room at their expectant eyes; it was time for the explanations. I turned towards my sister and started to speak.

"Katelyn, I first want to warn you that these people are my family and they deserve the truth, I ask you to remember that you are my sister and that I can still tell if you are lying, your eyes will always give you away. I will tell them what happened up to the time I was sent away but I need answers too and I think you know that after everything skirting around the problems will not help anything." I then turned to the Cullens and said "All I can ask of you is to try and listen and understand the life I have just remembered. I also want you know that I love you and being an angel doesn't change that."

I then took a deep breath and let my eyes fall closed, ordering my thoughts and preparing myself to explain the life I had remembered only minutes before. My eyes shot open and I began.

"As you all know by now I am an Angel, and I was born that way, at the very beginning of this universe, just like my sister. The angels are a race of watchers and guardians. We are not meant to interfere and at first we didn't have a need to.

"Angels have enemies, daemons, but for years there numbers were so low that we just ignored them. We were a young race, too hung up on idealistic views that we didn't see what was happening underneath the surface. The number of demons was rising. For years we tried to find a peaceful solution, nothing worked and the whole time the demon numbers were increasing while no new angels were being born.

"To understand this you have to understand the purpose of the angels. There are a certain number of jobs that need to be carried out to keep everything ticking over, every angel has a job and all jobs are always filled. Even with the increasing numbers of demons no new jobs were created by the universe, even if the demons were making the work harder. The only way a new angel would be born was if an angel was killed, which had never happened.

"Demons work differently they are created by and feed off bad energy and the more demons, the more bad energy resulting in a increase that we realised was quickly becoming out of control. After we realised that, we were franticly looking for solutions, we thought we found one in using good energy to counteract the bad energy. This would have worked if we had had more time to collect the energy we needed but we did not. In our hopes of finding a solution we had inadvertently drained most of our good energy on fruitless experiments.

"Katelyn was not the leader at this point; she worked as an adviser to our original leader, trying to find a solution to the demons. I worked as part of the team monitoring earth, trying to keep daemons from influencing too much as well as making sure our team of earth angels, who monitored the daemons at a closer range, were safe and happy.

" The whole community was on edge and it seemed as if we were fighting a losing battle, we all knew that their was only one way left but no one dared mention it. Well, that was until the levels of bad energy reached critical, meaning we were almost even numbers with the demons and were in danger of losing the earth to darkness. "At this point I looked up at my sister, needing reassurance. A part of me shied away from admitting the mistakes of my past, while another was screaming at me to tell my new family the whole truth. Katelyn smiled at me. Silently encouraging me to continue and at the same time Edwards's arms held my tighter, comforting me. Once again I took a deep breath and continued.

"You have to understand that we had no other option, and we thought we were doing the right thing." I rushed my words as I continued. "we didn't want to hurt anything but hurting them was the only thing we could do to save everything else from being hurt in the long run. We declared war against the demons. "

I heard the intake of breath as I paused, not quite sure how to continue, what I had just told them was sure to change a lot of their opinions. I had guessed from the start they had viewed us as the Christian Angels, created by God, perfect, peaceful, the guardians of heaven, they had to find out sometime we were not perfect. To compare us to Christian Angels would be like comparing themselves to Stocker's Dracula, there are some similarities, both groups drink blood, but the differences are blatantly obvious; for instance the conditions of the change itself and the ability to change in to a bat or move incredibly fast. For us we sheared the pure white wings with the image of Christian Angels but our purposes, though both for the good of earth were achieved in different ways. We were not ruled by a God who had given us immaculate morals; we were on a learning curve, doing our best to guard and guide, blindly stumbling forwards trying to find the road away from danger. We made a mistake, fell from the path and we all knew that.

I couldn't look at the Cullens faces but I knew that I had just broken their hearts, especially Carlisle. He had lived his life being good, believing in god, trying as hard as he could to stay on a path of peace. I had seen in his eyes, the new found hope when he saw my wings; it killed me to disappoint him. I was not the proof he was seeking. I was not going to take his family to heaven. I was the wrong kind of angel and I hated that. I hoped that one day my wrong doings would be forgiven but for now all I could do was tell the truth and hope that it was enough. Without meeting their eyes I continued.

"Angels are not built for war, we are built to carry out our job; we can fly, stop and start time, create a mist of smoke and never age but we have no offensive weapons, only ourselves. So all we could do was hand to hand combat, it was messy and we were unskilled but the demons were not expecting it. Katelyn worked on strategy with our previous leader, they sent wave upon wave of angels in to the fight but I was never called to fight my skills were used in another way. I had spent our first few billion years watching the earth through its stages of evolution and at the development of human life I had been the main communicator with earth angels so my task was to care for all the angels who were going in to battle, I also cared for the injured.

"We were at war for almost a thousand years and our numbers were slowly reduced and I saw many great angels die in my arms or on the battlefield. However it was not just us that lost numbers the demons also suffered because of our hands on approach. I remember the last battle vividly we knew we were close to winning, one last push and the demons would be reduced to numbers equivalent to those that there were at the begging of the universe. The trouble was we didn't have enough full grown angels left for the last push, we had many newborn angels compensating for our losses but they were in no state to fight. We held a meeting with all the original angels and our leader asked each and every one of us to fight with him so that we didn't have to involve the next generation with the mess that we had made. We all knew that we would probably all die but we couldn't help that. Preparations were made and we left instructions on how to store the good energy and use the invention that, if we had had the reserves, could have saved us, so the next generation did not remake our mistakes. Then at dawn over 600 years ago we made our way in to the last battle.

"I will not give you the gory details of what I saw on that day, they are memories I wish I had not regained with the rest. My job on that day was to tend to injuries as we fought and my sister was my guard, protecting me from the demons as I tended the fallen. There were only five survivors that day out of the 200 angels that made their way in to battle that day; our leader was not one of them. I own my life to my sister a thousand times over.

"After the fight it was now our task to rebuild our species, and carry on watching over the earth. My sister was the highest ranked survivor so she became the leader while the rest of us became her assistants, specialising in our area of expertise. We taught the new generation and hoped we could be better than the last and things got better, at least for a while.

"You all heard James refer to me as a fallen and that is what I am but I am not the average definition of a fallen. The word fallen is a term we came to name angels after they started exhibiting certain symptoms of something, which in the early days we had no idea what it was. After the first 30 years following the war, when we were final getting back on our feet, the first angels who were born after the first few battles reached maturity, we started to notice the symptoms of the fallen. They were slight on some but more prominent on others. It was later we noticed a correlation between these two things, the connection with the severity of the symptoms and the number of demons the angel who the newborn had replaced killed in the battle.

"The illness a fallen gets is because of the bad energy absorbed by the predecessor in the fighting, the symptoms ranging from darkening of wings to loss of memories and insanity. Our home is a place purely of good energy and with the server cases of fallen sickness it rejected the ill angels and they ended up on earth.

"Katelyn was frantic we didn't know what to do, we spent the next few years trying franticly to help the fallen but it was hard and gradually the as more and more reached maturity countless angels were rejected by our home. The few who were left had to try and find an cure as well as doing not only their own job but the job of every fallen unable to do their own. We were overworked and over run and we didn't know what we could do to help. That was until we came up with a machine that could extract all of the absorbed bad energy from the newborn angels, in doing so curing them of the fallen symptoms. It was temperamental and not the best machine in existence but we were ecstatic to have a working solution to our problem. Well our fist problem that is.

"Our next problem was just as difficult to solve and is where I come in to the equation. After using the machine we realised we now had a container in our home filled with bad energy which was unstable and threatening to escape and infect everything all over again. Once more we had hit a brick wall and had to spend many month trying to back ourselves out of the corner we had found ourselves in, all the while the machine was getting more unstable. Then we realised that bad energy lingered on the guilty but dispersed after a number of years, becoming simply atmosphere. This process could not happen in the machine but we could see it in the falling levels of bad energy on earth.

"We decided that someone would have to carry all of the fallen energy for what we calculated would be 20 years earth time, for the bad energy to disperse. The next question was who would this fallen be and how would we manage to contaminate them with all the bad energy. The answer to who is me, although I see now that my volunteering for the role was manipulated and planned by that girl standing over there.

"I didn't not fight in active battle, never killing a demon with my own hands, only treating the injured back home or in the case of the last battle, on the scene. A few choice words about owing the dead for my supposed laziness in this battle, said often enough, soon had me thinking that I was pathetic and not worthy unless I volunteered, which I did. We agreed the when's and the where's, that I would absorb the bad energy at home then have my memories wiped and power taken away to live for the 20 years. When the 20 years were up my powers would return and my sister come and collect me.

"This is not what happened, my volunteering was meant to end fallens and I was also meant to be picked up about 480 years ago. Something has gone wrong. That's all I know, Katelyn you have some explaining to do."

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