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'Forever and Always'

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Isabella Marie Swan

... I watched in astonishment when the rain vanished, replaced by a wind so mighty, found in places just before a disaster strikes.

A disaster...

I gasped, my wings regain their normal fluffy make-up. When my feet grazed the ground, the wind halted, The little gloomy town of Fork's regaining it's apathetic composure.

A deep confused sigh broke the utter silence of the Woods. My head snapped in a break-neck pace towards the sound.

My father, along with every other Cullen looked taken aback.

"It wasn't supposed to happen so soon..." My father spoke with stricken eyes.

Edward gasped, his hair gorgeously spinning when he turned his head.

"So it's true." Edward look melancholy as he spoke.

"What?" Rosalie snapped, her eyes still fixated on my now thirty foot wing span. Fifteen feet from tip to tip.

Edward kept his mouth shut, but why?

"She hasn't told you?" Michael asked, a enraged expression on his face.

"Told us what?!" Rosalie commanded, her face getting pale while her pitch grew.

"We're Archangels." he spoke in a voice that said it should have been clear.

Rosalie roared, flinging herself at me, a scowl permanently sketched onto her face.

I yelped, dropping to the ground as she attacked. I knew that if she touched my skin, I was a dead girl... but, my wings on the other hand.

I shuttled myself into the trees, planning on not fighting.

But, my plan of peace was royally flushed when Rosalie grabbed my wings, flinging me to the ground roughly one-hundred feet below... she's a really fast climber.

As we were falling, I noticed she would hit first...

I grabbed hold of her shoulders', spinning us around so I was the one landing first. I know it would hurt.. But, she did let me stay at her home... even though she hated it...

"What are you doing?" she asked incredulously.

I didn't have time to respond, for the ground came sooner then expected.

I gasped in pain, feeling a small tree branch push into my wing.

I screamed, making Rosalie jump up and fall into Emmett, who caught her with ease.

I brought my hand to my wing, noticing the blood as it gushed from the wound, a wound that would take possibly days to recover from.

"Bella!" my father and Edward shouted, running to my side. Edward's chest was not moving, I'm guessing he was not breathing.

"Rose?" Emmett gasped, a great sadness in his big- usually joyful hazel eyes.

"I...She just.." She stammered in utter confusion.

Michael cut in, furious "Did you hurt her?!."

"Daddy..." I spoke quietly, hating the smell of iron that lingered in the air.

"No." Rose whispered, her eyes looking stupefied, "she flipped us to take the fall."

I gasped in pain as Carlisle removed the branch from my wing.

"She's losing too much blood, we need to get her home to the makeshift lab." Carlisle commanded in his usually calm voice.

Esme gasped, her face reflecting sadness.

For me?

Rosalie gasped, her face crumpling.

"Bella, I must go. If anything happens, I will be watching. And I don't have much compassion when it comes to people hurting my daughter," he leans in to whisper in my ear, "your mother says 'Hello.'"

I creaked out a smile, watching as his wings' hit the wind forcefully, successfully sending him hundreds of feet into the air, heading to the gates of Heaven.

And I fainted.

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I woke to someone threading their fingers in my feathers'.

The fog floated away from my mind, my eyes blinking open.

"Huh...?" I spoke, confused of my whereabouts.

"Bella?" Edward's voice danced to me, the velvet sound almost making the fog arise again.

Almost.

I noticed I wasn't on my back. Was the wound that bad?

But, the fingers on my wings' stayed put, gently caressing the white feathers.

I pushed off my stomach, focusing all my weight on my forearms. I turned my face to the side to see Edward was the one doing the comforting for my wings.

I blushed, of course, when his intense gaze rested on my gaze, having switched from one of my violet feathers that was in between masses of white ones'.

"Bella, the others went to school... which should be getting out soon. Carlisle told me to see how your wings' are doing. Would you join me in the Garden?" He asked in his melodic voice.

"Oh...okay..." I whisper, blushing deeper.

He chuckles, standing up. I try to do the same and somehow succeed, just to fall off the bed when I realized my legs were Jell-O.

And, being me, I fell directly into Edward's arms'. He chuckled, helping me straighten out.

"If you wanted a hug you could have just said so." he said, amused while I though: it would be that easy?

I was shaken out of my thoughts' when Edward's hand wound it's way into mine.

I turned a dark maroon. Edward pulled me along, looking amused.

Edward and I walked down the hall, my injured wing laying limp by my side, scraping he floor.

We soon were in the front yard, more like the meadow in front of the Cullen house.

My unwounded wing perked up at the feel of crisp air in my feathers's. My poor little wounded wing just hung there with gauze wrapped around the injury spot.

"Lift your wings'." Edward commanded gently.

I messed with the hem of the dress I was wearing. Which so happened to be the one I fell from Heaven in.

My left Wing sprang to life, stretching out as good fifteen feet.

"Woah..." Edward sputtered, hands reaching out.

My stupid wing pushed itself into his fingers', letting them run through.

Edward cleared his throat, turning a little paler, may I note. Was... was Edward blushing?

"Okay... uh... try the other." he instructed, his knuckles finding their way under his chin, looking like Adonis himself.

I nodded, unwrapping the wing. Leaving it a puddle below me.

The wound was wet, but not with blood. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Alice... she kind of w-washed them..." he mumbled, feeling my heavy gaze.

I gaped at him. She washed my wings?! Now, not to sound rude or anything, but my wings are like your most prized possession. Not something to be taken lightly.

A small growl came from my mouth as I inspected the wing, looking for any sign of a pulled feather.

None.

I sighed, relieved.

"What's wrong?" Edward asked, concerned.

"Im kind of... protective of my wings'..." I mumbled, blushing a thousand shades of red.

"So... why can I touch them?" he asked, his brow furrowed, but I could see a ghost of a smile touching his lips.

Shrugging, "they like you."

He beamed, running his fingers' through the throng of velvet feathers.

"Yeah, Bella. Why?"

I gasped, shocked at the shrill sound of Alice's voice.

Edward's head and mine spun around to face Alice.

She was fuming.

"Even in your sleep those giant jubilant wings' of yours wouldn't let me touch them. I had to practically Duck-taped the thing to the tub in the haste!" She exclaimed.

"Duck-Tape?!" I roared.

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I Realize that is the worst possible place to stop, but I need to mourn the loss of my possible chance of going to Momocon the day after tomorrow.

:[ from my sad Heart,

BCVZ