Wow, I finally am able to overcome that crappy writers block. Please, continue.
'Heir To The Throne'
By
'I Am Abomination' ... This Song Powns Life.
:}D Mr. Mustache is your Friend.
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Isabella Marie Swan
Quite some time has passed as Edward helped me get my wings back into recovery, it took three days until I could move them without pain. Now, I am fine. We are going to go out to a field so I can practice flying while the Cullen's play Baseball.
Shaking my head, I pulled on some hipster shorts, this way, I couldn't get pants caught on the door or anything that could cause me to fall on my face. Smart thinking. After pulling on white tank top I struggled to tie my Converse. You would think because I was so graceful in the air, I would be the same on land. You would be thinking wrong. I slipped forward, narrowly missing the sharp edge of my bedside table, but fell head first into my bed. Ouch. (A/n that really hurts.)
Rubbing my head, I stood, finished tying my shoe, and exited the room, heading to Edward who was sitting on a couch in the living room, looking heavenly in his low riding pants and button-down black shirt. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, my foot got caught on some minuscule object, causing me to sail through the air. Before my wings could even register the fall strong arms were encasing me. I looked into my savior's eyes. They were Edward's.
His eyes showed worry, darting all around my face looking for the smallest detain of pain. I had to laugh. My shoulder's shook from the hilarity of this, his eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"I trip in heaven and fall to Earth, yet when ever I trip on Earth someone catches me. Why can't there be guys like you up there?" I giggled, then burst into laughter, clutching Edward's shirt in attempt to calm my laughter.
He chuckled, then started to laugh. Man, I love him. What?
My laughter stopped abruptly, did... I just think that? Shaking it off, I stepped out of Edward's arms, almost reluctantly. I couldn't have thought that... could I? No... of course not...
I looked around the room seeing the Cullen's anxious expressions, their eyes darting to the door every now and then. I grinned, maybe they really are my family now.
Soon, we were racing out of the house, Carlisle and Esme to their Mercedes while Jasper and Alice headed to the Porsche. Emmett waved us over, Rosalie in the passenger's seat, him in the driver's. The trunk of the car had the cover off, can you guess were I get to sit? In it.
Edward hopped into the car as I flapped my wings lightly propelling me into the air, sending me onto the trunk. Mud soaked the back, but a large towel was placed on the mud beside the window Edward was now opening so he could talk to me. Just like he always did when I had to ride in this car. I couldn't put my wings in my back, Carlisle had told me when I asked, because it could ruin the healing. He also said I wouldn't be able to for awhile, great.
Emmett's Jeep roared to life under me. I gulped, the sound of the ignition was the sound of my death. With a frown, I grabbed onto the side of the car, trying to ease the fear in the pit of my stomach to no avail...
My hair surrounded me in all of it's annoying violet glory. But, I didn't want mud in it, I'm not that stupid. With a huff I combed my hair up into a high pony tail, so my hair would at least come to my waist. Rolling my eyes, I pulled it into my lap, protecting it from the disgusting grime on this truck.
I closed my eyes as Emmett recklessly drove through the woods. My wings loathe the bumps Emmett drove over, fluttering like a maddened bird, flapping insanely in the air, not yet bringing me upward, but making me bump higher into the air. It was a terrible process, yet it kept repeating.
My giant wings dodged the mud with all their flight, yet some of the putrid muck hit them in a massive hit from a bump. I gasped, banging my wings against the strong breeze, jerking the car to the side, gaining air for a second before gravity claimed it.
"Woah!" Emmett laughed, looking back at me, yet he still dodged trees with ease. "Do it again!"
I grinned, standing up and grabbing car in my now powerful grasp. The large powerful wings of mine sailed out in relief, flapping with the power of the most mighty wave in them.
The truck flew in the air, wind hitting us as I carried us just under the Tree's barrier. I let the air around us miss us so I wouldn't have to work as hard.
I laughed, seeing Emmett move the wheels to the left. I went along with it just to humor him, turning us to the right in a rush, jerking to the right when he did so with the wheel.
He roared in laughter, I could even see Rosalie giggling some. Maybe, just maybe we could be friends.
But, just when I was about to speed us to the left, the trees broke. A lovely meadow lay in front of us. Emmett seemed to notice now how high we were. Whooping, he shifted gear, as though he was going to take us down a run way. I rolled my eyes, angled my wings just right, speeding to Earth in a flash, stopping in a hurry for the joy of it.
"Bella... That's insane." Edward laughed, opening the door and hopping out. I took out my headband, shaking my hair around me in an attempt to ease the pain the ponytail left behind.
I leapt from the car happily, ready to make friends with Rosalie. I don't hate her, she seemed nice on the inside...but, the war my father had with the Vampires in the Volturi must have scared her of my existence. Michael had stopped his sword just before he defeated Aro. I hadn't been there, for it happened hundreds of years ago, in Carlisle's existence, that is the real reason Michael did not destroy the terrible veil beings in Italy. Michael believed they could be good, so he stopped. Which I am happy for, or Edward would not be here... o-or any of the other Cullen's... yeah..
"Nice!" Emmett wailed in laughter, pulling me into a bone crushing hug. I gasped for breath, my face changing colors, I am sure of.
"Bella?" Emmett questioned, pulling me away just before I lost consciousness. "oops..."
I gulped in lung-fulls of air, trying to look past the black dots. With a shake of my head, they left my vision.
"Sorry." I grin at him, laughing at his pout of sadness, he looked like he was five.
"Bella!" Alice called, running to me at a human's pace.
"Yes, Alice?" I ask, my head dropping so I could look down at the cute pixie.
"Uh.. I kinda saw you could make the weather change so... could you make a little thunder so we could play?" Alice had eagerly announced she could see the future and Edward could read everyone's mind, but mine (which I am thankful for) and Jasper could read emotions. So, this wasn't new.
"I guess so." I roll my shoulders, my hands gliding in front of me to transfer energy from the ground into the clouds. A loud crack sounded from the ground, alarming me that the clouds were gathering strength.
"Thank you!" she chirped, hugging me around the waist. I laughed.
"No problem, it's not that hard to ruin a weatherman's career." I grin.
Emmett laughed, running to first base, Edward to second. Carlisle walked casually to third. He really did seem like my father at times. Alice skipped to the pitcher's position while laughing happily. Jasper picked up the bat with a gleeful expression.
Esme stepped behind Jasper, a motherly aura around her. Rosalie sauntered to the space a little ways from the make-shift diamond, swinging an aluminum bat quickly, slicing the air harshly.
I sighed, wanting like nothing else for this to be the place I stay for the rest of my very long existence. Hopefully, I will be able to.
I bent my legs, clenching my fists in earnest. But, before I could even get airborne, a heartbroken sob rang through the air, my head swam with the intensity of how fast my head turned to see Alice, looking into the woods ahead.
I ran to her, rubbing her back, trying to comfort her. She moaned in agony. What was happening?
I turned and saw Edward, a confused expression masking his face. His mouth dangled open.
"What?" I asked, seeing all the Cullen's look into the woods.
"Ah, so she is an Angel! I can't wait to inform Aro of this!" a childlike voice rang from the trees.
... I know that voice... isn't it..? no.
But, sure enough, the tiny girl crept eerily through the once joyful atmosphere.
"Jane." Carlisle staggered, a new thing for this man.
"Carlisle, tsk tsk! You know how Aro feels about these things!" she spat, losing her playful composure. "Why didn't you tell us she was an Angel?"
Be Brave. My brain chanted this like a mantra. Be brave... be brave!
I stood, opening my wings in a menacing fashion. Just like Michael would do.
"I am no Angel." I growl.
"Don't be stupid, I see the–" the bigger vampire looked fierce with his crimson eyes.
"I am not just an Angel. I am an Archangel. Daughter of Michael and Gabriel." I glared down at their pathetic existence. They have taken so many lives.
Fear finally showed in their eyes. Jane stepped forward, mere feet in front of me.
"Prove it." she hissed.
I brought my hands forward preparing to raise the ground around her, but just before I could, a voice chimed in my head.
Use these, Bella. They are now yours. My Father's voice rang through my head.
Brilliant light appeared in my hands, slowly dimming to reveal the most magnificent swords I have ever seen, counting my mother's and even my fathers.
Gems stronger than any diamond on Earth were embroidered on the handles, but what amazed me was what the blade was made from. The material was the same used on my father's. (A/n Picture on profile. Look)
Tears stung my eyes, but I forced them back, raising my gaze to Jane. She gulped, staggering into the bigger one, who caught her with a hard glare at me.
"We will be back, prepare for a war you cannot win." he looked at me hard.
"Bring your war. I can and I will win." I spoke with a confidence I had no idea existed in me.
"Two swords cannot defeat an army of Vampires." Jane spat.
"I possess more than two swords," I grinned, "I have a couple of friends willing to help."
And I did, maybe they could pay me a visit...
"It's war, then." they growled, stomping of into the woods.
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