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'My Immortal'

By

'Evanescense'

*Personal Favorite!

Disclaimer: I do not own the awesometastic Twilight...

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Isabella Swan's Point Of View

"Bella? We're here." a familiar voice spoke.

"Daddy..." I mumbled, smiling.

"Yeah, I'm here." he laughed.

"Daddy?" I shot up, surprising my back with the movement.

I cried out, arms encircling my waist in a failed attempt to ease the pain.

"Bella!" two voices shouted.

"I'm alright..." I whispered through clenched teeth.

I groaned, why does this have to happen today?

"Bella, have you forgotten what the date is?" my father asked with a perfect blonde eyebrow raised. (A/n don't be all EW! He is an archangel. And kinda hot... well, not to Bella... yeah...)

"How could I forget? It is my birthday." I grumbled.

I heard Edward gasp.

"Bella, why didn't you tell me?" he asked, confused and a bit hurt.

"My birth date is not something I celebrate, Edward. Today is a perfect example." I muttered, glaring at my pale hands.

"Care to explain?" Emmett asked, a confused expression on his face -eyebrows pulled down, lip jutted out in a childish pout.-

"Not really." I said, aggravated at myself.

He huffed in disappointment.

"Bella." my father scolded, rolling his boisterous blue eyes.

"Fine... okay, when... angels have a birthday they grow." I spoke in annoyance.

Michael chuckled.

"No, not angels, Bella! Arch–" I leapt at him to cover his mouth.

"Bella!" Edward whispered in shock.

"Crap." I growled, letting my hand fall from my father's mouth.

Michael looked around in confusion.

"Oh! Edward must be the one with mind reading abilities... the one who likes my Bella." My daddy laughed.

"Daddy!" I whispered in anger and embarrassment. But, inside I was rejoicing.

Edward likes me? Edward likes me?!

"How do you know that?" Edward sputtered, shock sketched on his beautiful face.

He chuckled, "because I have been watching you and your family!" his eyes hardened, " just to make sure you kept true to your ways and did not hurt my daughter."

"Dad!" I chocked, lunging at him with a scowl.

But, when I was in midair my back burst.

"Get Jasper out!" Alice cried, covering her nose as blood leaped out of my back.

I gurgled on blood as it overflowed from my mouth.

"Bella!" Edward cried, eyes coal black.

I fell to the ground by Michael's feet.

He frowned as his hand reached for his glowing white blade.

I tried to tell him no, to stop him, but more blood poured from both my breathing points. Nose and mouth now a waterfall of crimson.

I let my head fall to the side, trying to see what was happening.

My father's mighty sword shown bright and illuminated the room.

I could see the Archangel now. The warrior of The Lord.

"Jasper. Go outside." my father commanded, sword inches from Jasper's nose.

Jasper gasped, scrambling to get up, before shooting outside.

Father's mighty sword slowly found harbor in the space in front of the Cullen's, save for one.

Some more blood pooled out of my mouth and I was slowly losing oxygen, black spots played before of my vision.

I spit out some blood, taking in a long breath to ease my burning lungs, only to have a wild coughing fit when more blood gurgled in my throat.

"I need to help her." Carlisle said to my father, hands raised, eyes honey colored.

My hand clawed at the ground, trying desperately to get air in my scorched lungs.

"Bella!" Edward roared, pushing past his father to stand in front of Michael's sword.

I shook my head, if my father is anything, it's over protective.

I coughed, blood sprinkling over the carpet. Here's a footnote, apologize to Esme if you live...

If I live.

I dragged my hand up and grabbed a-hold of my father's white dress pants, making a red smear across it.

My father looked down at me, leaving his sword up in front of Edward.

"Bella?" he asked, his eyes zeroing in on the blood pouring from my mouth and the way my eyes were losing focus.

He quickly drew back his sword, shoving it into it's cradle.

He lifted my limp body, a stunned expression on his face. In all of my life I have never seen such sadness in his eyes.

Blood flowed out of my mouth and into my damp hair.

"No! Don't let the blood go down her throat." Carlisle commanded in his doctor-ly tone.

Michael looked shaken, nobody gets nose-bleeds in heaven.

Edward ran to me, a torn expression on his face.

"Sir–" Edward was cut off.

"I prefer Michael." My father smiled warmly at Edward.

More gasps rang out in the room.

If I weren't dying I would have rolled my eyes.

"Michael, I have four medical degrees. Would you mind if I helped your daughter?" Edward asked, his gaze professional. Though you could easily see the underlining worry.

Geez, what's the deal? I'm dying here and my Dad is taking a dramatic pause!

"Okay... no funny business." Father commanded with a hard glare that only softened when Edward agreed.

I was traded from Michael's warm, fatherly arms to Edward's cold, comfortable arms.

Edward zoomed up to his room, it took me a second to realize the change of scenery from the living room that was covered in blood to -what I'm guessing was- Edward's room.

He ran me over to a huge black satin bed.

I coughed, blood spraying on the expensive sheets, I mentally winced at the cost.

"Bella, I need you to sit up." Edward told me, putting his hand on my lower back, causing electricity to run through to my exposed skin.

He gulped, helping me lean forward some.

Blood flowed easily onto the bed from my mouth and nose.

I soon began to regain normal breathing habits.

But, my heart was slowing. Had I lost too much blood?

I gasped, turning my head to face Edward.

"I..." my world faded to the dark.

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