#4

Bella POV; 15 years old

I walked down the empty streets, watching as the shadows danced on the walls as I passed the many street lights that lined the road. The night sky was clear and the moon seemed to smile evilly down at me, as if taunting me.

The sound of my boots hitting the hard cement echoed in the quite streets, as did the sound of my followers. There were two of them and I was sixty-three percent sure I wasn't suppose to know they were there. They had been following me since I left my house, always staying a few meters away and never too far from the shadows. I wasn't sure what they were waiting for, but I knew what they were.

Hunters. There aren't many of them left, most of them died during the early years of the angels arrival and since then humans have become more oblivious to the existence of angels, but there are still some, like the two following me, that still insist that angels don't belong here.

I can't really blame them, when angels first arrived here they were very different then what angels are now. Well, most angels are now, some still believe in the old ways. The first angels wanted to dominate; there are still a few of the original angels alive, not many though. Angels can live for thousands of years, but only a few have.

They seem to be dying younger than in the early years their kind. Most of the angels now just want to keep to the shadows, behind a very thin veil, a mask. It gives angels flaws where they are not. Something to hide behind. I, myself am half angel, my mother's a angel and my father was not. I wish I could say it was like all those lovely dovey stories where the mythical creature fell in love with someone they could never be with and I was made as a result of that love. But alas, my mother wasn't a good angel. In fact, she was one of the worse.

She was one of the first to come to earth. With my uncle, he was the one leading them. After a sickness took their home planet Altorin, they sought refuge, and found it on earth. A few angels had been to earth before and been seen by humans as messengers from God. Ironic really.

And this is where I come in. They didn't know why my mother was able to conceive to a human- still don't. But they found out that I was unstable, and that I wasn't just human, nor was I a full angel. Most believed me to be dead. To have been executed because of my un pure blood. But I wasn't. My parents saved me. I was young when it happened, and I don't remember much about the night we left, just a blur of faces and whispers. I remember seeing wings come out of the tattoos that ran down my mothers back.

Nothing was the same after that. I knew the people around me were different, but I didn't know how different they were. I didn't know how different I was.

But back to the two following me. One of them was most likely a female from the sound of her foot steps and the other was male. I could smell the faint trace of gun powder, so I knew either one or both of them were carrying a gun. But from this far away I couldn't tell which. I quickened my step as they followed suit. Then I heard it. The cocking of a gun. Not that that should have mattered, I had known that one of them carried a gun, but what brought me to an abrupt halt was that the sound came from in front of me.

I sighed in frustration and pulled my coat from my shoulders. The sound of footsteps became louder and almost unbearable, when the first of my followers came into view it was those that were in front of me.

I clapped my hands, a grin appearing on my face. I had never been even close to being caught and here I was almost surrounded. I was actually quite impressed with them. There were only three of them, two males and a female. The female was older, in her late thirties maybe. As was one of the males, but the other would have been around in his early twenties.

They all wore jeans, but different shirts. The girl a black sweater, the older man a black long sleeved top and the younger a grey short sleeved top. I looked between them as they aimed their guns at me. The older man held authority, yet I was certain the younger one was the leader.

I smiled again "Quite impressive, I must say. A very good show indeed" I grinned and added "but. Not good enough" shots rang out and sliced through the air that seconds ago I had been breathing as I took off upwards.

Just before I moved too far away I heard the younger man speak. His voice shouldn't have been heard on account of the distance I had already put between us but as he gave the order I heard it loud and clear. "Change of plans. Take her down, dead or alive" I rolled my eyes at his dramatics.

I landed a few seconds later in the forest just outside of town and was met by my guardian Emma.
We both took off into the forest running.

It was really hard to keep up with her as we ran and I managed stay only a few seconds behind until my foot caught on something and I stumbled. Emma caught me, but the sounds of foot steps were getting closer and we stopped as three scouts came into view in front of us. Emma grabbed my wrist and half brought me half behind her back. Fear took over me when Emma pushed a small bag into my palm. I tried to give it back but she wouldn't take it.

"I'll be right behind you" she said with a reassuring smile "Find Drake" I hesitated. I didn't want to leave her for I knew she wouldn't be right behind me. But as I caught her eyes I saw something there. I sighed and nodded then shot into the sky again. I was a few miles away when I heard it but I still heard it. Loud and clear. The sound of a gun shot.

I didn't hear the second gun shot or the sound of the bullet slicing through the air until it was too late. Maybe if I had it wouldn't have hit me in the wing and sent me spiraling into the ground. But I didn't and it did, and everything changed because of it.

Next one we'll meet The Volturi and then Jasper and the other Cullens.