-1AN: This chapter, and Edwards POV (Broken Spirits) are happening simultaneously, this is what Bella is experiencing as she finds her way to heaven, as Edward is taken into hell.

Sorry once again I have taken so long to update, I hope you all enjoy the chapter. Please read and review! And thank you to all of you who have sent reviews!! Your opinions really mean a lot to me!

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I believe that god above, created you for me to love

He chose you out of all the rest, because he knew that I'd love you the best,

I had a heart and it was true, and I have given it to you,

Take care of it like I have done; now you have two and I have none,

If I should die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you,

If I go to heaven and you're not there, I'll write your name on the golden stair,

If you're not there on Judgment day, I'll know you went the other way,

I'll give the angels back their wings, their harps, and all their golden things;

And just to prove my love is true, I'll go to hell to be with you.

"Unknown"

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Previous BPOV:

"NOOOOOO!" I screamed, "Edward!" No! Fight back damn you!" I screamed in hysterics. "Jake stop, please!" He didn't even scream in pain as the wolf began to rip into him. The scene faded before my eyes as I heard him whisper "I'll be with you soon my angel" as the wolf continued tearing him to shreds, my voice screaming out in horror at the scene before me, as my former best friend murdered the love of my life before my very eyes as everything faded once again to blackness.

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Chapter 4:

I drifted slowly upward, unaware of any time passing me by, aware only of the grief weighing me down. At first I wondered if I might have fainted, then I realized, spirits probably couldn't faint. I supposed that's what I was, a spirit, I was dead after all. I had tried to reach out to Edward, tried to stop him, but he was completely unaware of my presence. When I'd touched him, my hand had passed right through, come to think of it…now that I tried it I couldn't even touch my own hand, there was no hand there to touch. I was bodiless, dead, my soul wandering.

There was nothing now, only a darkness that seemed to fill my entire being. I couldn't see anything of where I was. I was surrounded in a thick black fog of silence, the only light a tiny pinprick, like a single star high above me. I didn't care. I didn't care about anything anymore, I'd just watched the very reason for my entire existence ripped to shreds before my very eyes, and it was my fault. These thoughts continued to torment me. I let the grief take over, wave upon wave crashing into me, unrelenting. I clenched my eyes shut, a scream of pain and horror building slowly within me, my mouth opening to release the scream as I slowly opened my eyes… but no sound came.

I was assaulted suddenly with an intense white light, blinding and beautiful in its brilliance and I gasped. It was everywhere, exploding into thousands of glittering rays as it reflected off of unseen surfaces. I could see nothing else, talk about being blinded by the light. I would be surprised if I could ever see anything again. I felt a warm tingling sensation, and I was filled with an overwhelming sense of peace, and strength. I could feel the light moving through me, becoming a part of me, as the tingling sensation grew stronger. I reached out; I could feel my hands again. My body was slowly reforming around me, not the way I had looked when I died, but my younger self, My 17 year old self, only without all the flaws I had possessed as a human. My skin was flawless, smooth; my body was toned to perfection. I was…beautiful.

The tingling in my body shifted then, intensifying suddenly into Two points between the blades of my shoulders and bursting forth in a brilliant array of sparkling white that spread far to either side of my body. A weight settled there and I stumbled back a bit, trying to regain my balance. Great, I thought, I'm even clumsy in the afterlife, some things just never change. I was startled from my thoughts by a burst of musical laughter. I turned quickly, and found myself face to face with, well, an angel.

He was tall, muscular, his perfect body clad in flowing white. He looked at me with piercing blue eyes, partially hidden behind a curtain of chestnut hair, an amused smile playing on his lips. "Still as clumsy as ever." he laughed again, "I guess some things just never change"

I stared back at him, confused. Did I know him? He certainly seemed to know me. What was this place, and where was Edward? All of these questions swirled in my mind as I continued to stare dumbly at the angelic face before me. He was unbelievably beautiful; still, he didn't hold a candle to Edward. Finally my mind allowed a question to form, and I spoke hesitantly. "Do…do I know you? What is this place?"

I gazed, awestruck, at my surroundings. I was standing on a path of smooth, white stone, its polished surface reflecting the light in millions of sparkling rays. I was reminded at once of Edward, his perfect skin glittering like a million diamonds in the afternoon sun. A pang of grief tugged at my heart at the thought of him. The path rose steadily, winding its way up to the top of a green hill, covered in white and gold flowers. I raised my eyes to the hilltop, and my breath caught as my heart skipped a beat. Standing there in a halo of sunshine, was a city carved of the same stone as the pathway, it's towers glittering in countless facets of rainbow colored light reflected in every direction.

"You really can't guess?" He answered, his words edged with an amused laughter.

"Is…is this Heaven?" I asked, my gaze still fixed on the city, reflected in all its glory against the cloudless blue sky. He placed a hand on my shoulder turning me to face him and smiled down at me.

"Yes, you're home, back where you belong, with your own kind."

I looked up at him, my forehead creased in confusion. "My own kind? …I don't understand what you mean."

"You're an angel, Bella, or, I suppose I should call you Charity, now that you're back"

"Charity?"

"It's your name, Charity, you're an Archeia, and to answer your other question, yes you do know me, I am Chamuel, your brother. You'll remember everything soon enough." he took my hand then, leading me up the path to the city. I jerked my hand quickly from his grasp.

"No, my name is Bella. I don't know who you are or what you think you know, but I do know who I am." I was angry "I can't be an angel; I'm just a normal human."

"Then what do you call those?" He pointed over my shoulder, a bemused smile on his face "because, I would say that they're wings, and normal humans…don't get them."

I turned my head as I spoke, "What are you talking about? I don't have…Holy Crow!" I gasped at the sight. Protruding from the backs of my shoulders were two very large, snow white wings. Well, that explained the sudden weight that had me stumbling backwards. "I'm….an angel? Wait…you said you're my brother?"

"Yes, I am the archangel Chamuel, and you are my sister, the archeai Charity. Together, we are the embodiment of God's divine love. It is our task to assist souls in matters of the heart, of compassion, balanced love of self, and extension of oneself to others. You were sent to earth in human form on an errand of your own choosing. We were against your going, but you were quite adamant. You were there longer than expected. It was a valiant attempt, though in vain."

I began following him up the path, trying to understand everything I was being told, my grief an ever present reminder of what I should be looking for, Edward. "My own choosing?"

"Yes," he sighed, "we received a prayer for assistance from someone, well, unexpected. The damned usually don't pray at all, yet ..."

I interrupted then. "The damned?"

"Yes, a demon soul, a vampire. Creatures of murder and destruction, yet this one seemed different than most. His prayer was sincere, for his son; well for one he called a son. Apparently, this particular vampire didn't believe in feeding on humans, and his son had strayed from his teachings for a time…"

"You're talking about Carlisle….and Edward."

"Yes I am, now can I finish without any more interruptions? My, if being human didn't make you extremely impatient." he chuckled.

"Sorry, continue please" I said, looking up at him sheepishly, a slight blush tinting my cheeks.

"As I was saying, his son had strayed, returning soon though with extreme guilt at his actions." the last came out with poorly hidden sarcasm "He thought himself a monster, which I might say he is, unworthy of living, and of love. He loathed himself for what he had done, keeping always to himself, secluding himself from others. His father prayed to us, to open his heart to love, to his family. I dismissed it thoroughly; such creatures do not feel remorse. You however, were intrigued. You believed he was sincere, that these vampires were different; you wanted to help, to save them. So you went, against our better judgment, to earth. As I said, a valiant effort on your part, though a wasted one, as we predicted."

"What do you mean wasted? The Cullens really are different than other vampires. They're good, nice people. They shouldn't be sent to hell for having to live an existence that none of them chose! They don't want to be monsters; they spend their entire existence fighting their natural instincts to try to be good, to not hurt people."

"Yes and we ALL know how well that turned out, don't we" he said, looking at me pointedly.

Oh god, this was my fault. I had done this; I had doomed Edward to hell by forcing him to kill me. I had to fix this. "That was my fault, not his. I forced his hand."

"It makes no difference; he would have ended up there anyways for simply being what he is. His torment will be excruciating enough for killing you, it would have been tenfold what it is now had he changed you. You were supposed to help him, not fall in love with him. You're in a great amount of trouble for all the upset you've caused, now let's go." We were nearing the gates to the city now, its sparkling glasslike walls looming before us.

"Will, will I see Edward when we get there?" I asked hopefully, I had to make this right for him.

"No Ch…" I glared at him, stopping the name on his lips, "Bella, his kind are not permitted to ever set foot in heaven, he is on his own path as we speak, the path to his own judgment."

"NO! I want to see him, I need to see him. I'm not going anywhere until I do!"

"Charity!"

"NO! Now Chamuel, where is he?"

"You're not going to like it; it will only cause you more grief. Why would you do this over one such as him?"

"Because, like it or not "brother" I love him. Now show me." He walked to the right of the large silver gate that led into the sparkling city and touched his hand against the stone. The wall darkened suddenly, fading to a shadowy light. I could see nothing at first but a thick fog that seemed filled with the murmur of many pained voices. I listened intently for the one voice I wanted to hear, I couldn't find it. Suddenly the fog cleared, and there he was. He walked slowly, his face filled with sadness, his eyes staring blindly ahead unseeing. His face changed then; anguish covering every angelic feature like a thick blanket.

A dull throbbing was beginning to creep into my head, like the beginnings of a headache. Could angels get headaches? I wondered. I shook the thought from my head as I continued to watch him. He stopped suddenly, and as he did a sharp pain ran its way through my head and was quickly gone. He looked ahead then, resuming his walk, noticing for the first time that the fog had lifted; he stumbled determinedly down a sharp bank of rock to the edge of a river, where he stood watching the people gathered there.

A boat approached, and the crowd began to board, he stood watching. The ferryman spoke to him, chiding him on his slowness, he stepped forward silently, sinking to his knees once he was in the boat, his eyes once again staring blankly ahead. The man spoke once again.

"You come quietly for one of your kind, your kind are usually more… violent in their crossing, indignant and angry. It seems almost, as if you desire this fate."

He answered then, his voice flat, devoid of any emotion. "I accepted this fate long ago, and no punishment conceivable in heaven, nor hell could do justice to the evil I have done. I go to my torment freely, willingly."

My heart broke at his words; surely he couldn't believe that he deserved hell. No, he belonged in heaven, with the other angels. His voice broke through the haze of my thoughts once again as I heard his next words.

"I deserve far worse than I could ever receive. Nothing could ever change my mind about that." No sooner had the words left his mouth, than he stumbled, sinking to his knees his hands raised to the sides of his head. My own actions mirrored his as, at that moment a sharp pain stabbed into my mind, causing me to fall to the ground in pain, a ragged scream escaping my lips.

"Charity! Are you alright? What's wrong?" Chamuel was at my side in an instant, helping me to my feet as I struggled to catch my breath.

"I…I don't know. I felt….pain, in my head." He looked at me, incredulously.

"You can feel his pain? How is your bond with one such as him so strong? He's a demon he doesn't feel love, how can you love him so strongly as to feel his pain?"

"You speak of things you have no understanding of; he does feel love, perhaps more strongly than any being in existence. How can you hate him so? How can you have such hate for something you could never understand?"

"He's a demon Charity! What's so hard to understand? Demons are our mortal enemies!"

I lashed out now, furious at his narrow-mindedness. "Stop calling me Charity! My name is BELLA! And he's NOT a DEMON! He's kind, and wonderful, and beautiful, and I LOVE HIM! My voice broke as I was once again assaulted with blinding pain in my head, causing me to fall once again to the ground, my hands covering my head as it rested against the cool grass. It was horrible, the pain he was in. I felt tears well in my eyes, half of anger, and half at the pain he was going through. My eyes stung with the intensity of my sobs, but no tears came. I couldn't understand it, I could feel the tears in my eyes, feel their heat, but they didn't fall.

"Chamuel, what's wrong with me, why can't I cry?" my voice was muffled by the ground, and by my arms that covered my head, but still he heard.

He knelt beside me then, a concerned look on his face, "Tears do not fall in heaven sister, there is no place for sadness here." he touched my arm then, pulling them from my head.

"But I AM sad, and even though no tears fall, I cry. I love him, and he's in so much pain." my voice was choked with sobs. The pain sharpened again, causing me to cry out, my eyes flying quickly back to the wall to see what was happening. He lay on the ground, breathless, sobs wracking his body, his hands covering his head. The pain faded slowly to a dull throb. He moved then, placing his hands on the rock beneath him to push himself to his feet. He raised his face to look ahead and I gasped, my hand covering my mouth. There, streaming endlessly from his eyes, were tears. I looked up at Chamuel then; his face shocked beyond belief, his voice a whisper as he spoke.

"Impossible….he can't….vampires cannot cry. How is this?" his voice trailed off then as he looked to me, understanding suddenly. "Amazing, your love is indeed strong, such a bond has never been seen before, and for it to exist for one of his kind is quite remarkable. You feel his pain as it were your own, even in heaven where pain cannot exist, you cry, where tears cannot fall. But, they do fall, though not from your own eyes. The tears he cries, are your own, unstopped even by the power of heaven….You were right."

"Then he can be saved?" I asked, hope rising anew within me, only to be crushed at his next words.

"No, his sin…the murder of an angel, is irredeemable. No amount of atonement can wash clean this sin. He has been given to the furies for punishment"

"That act has been forgiven him; the sin…was my own. I forced his hand. He was resisting, he was leaving me again…I wanted to die. I cut myself, knowing he hadn't fed. It was the only way I could be with him forever. He shouldn't be punished for my sin. I have to save him."

"But sister, he cannot be saved. There is no force that can allow him entrance to heaven, save GOD, and his judgment is final in this matter. None of his kind can enter here. Your forgiveness is not enough to redeem him."

A fierce pain stabbed through my shoulder then and a tortured cry escaped my lips, the stinging in my eyes intensifying, unrelenting. "Then I'll free him myself, or share his fate forever in the attempt. I'll not leave him to them."

"You will have to fall, to enter that realm. You would turn your back forever on heaven, to suffer beside him in hell?"

I raised my eyes to meet his then, defiant in my gaze, my jaw set. "Yes." And with that single word, the ground beneath my feet disappeared and I was swallowed in darkness so deep no light could pierce it. I was falling, cast from heaven, to the depths below. An angel still, though no longer worthy of grace. The pain in my shoulder was fading, being replaced by searing slashes across my back. I could feel my sobs becoming more intense, and I knew that, wherever he was, whatever was being done to him, my tears would be flowing in rivers from his eyes. With that thought in my mind, and his pain wracking every inch of my body, my resolve was clear. I would find him, I would make this right. My breath was knocked suddenly from my body as I crashed onto dry, broken ground. The same ground he had lain on a short time ago.

I stood, squaring my shoulders defiantly as I gazed upon the blackened gate. Nothing, neither heaven nor hell, could keep me from him, our love would endure all things. "I'll be with you soon, my angel" My lips echoed his promise as I strode determinedly through the gates of hell.

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AN: Ok, I hope that explained a few things to any of you who might have been confused. I am SO sorry it has taken me so long to update this. Like I said before, real life just seems to get in the way. I'm putting in a lot of overtime at work so between that and my kids I don't have much time to do this. I will try to have the next chapter up soon. Not sure if I'm going to stretch the last bit out for two more chapters or just the one. Depends on how fast I get it written I guess. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed reading this! Please read and review! I love hearing your opinions!