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Isabella

It's been two years since Jacob's departure but it seemed like only moments ago that we'd held hands and walked into the light.

From that moment on, I would no longer guide the spirits to their next life. Jacob would be my last.

In our realm, we Angels have different purposes. Jacob and I were known as Guides. We'd step in during the last moments of a human's life, to help guide them in the right direction. Unfortunately, it wasn't always pleasant. There would be those whose life choices lead them down a darker path, a direction in which we were not allowed to go, but were asked to step aside and wait for Them to appear to collect the Cursed ones. Just like us, Demons have their purposes too. When a human's life is about to come to his or her end, the Cursed ones get dragged down to await their impending doom, for the choices they made in life. It was disheartening to know that we can be there so much for the humans, speak to them in our own ways, try to guide them as much as possible, but still they'd decide to take things into their own hands. It's terrible to know that we can have so much power and yet, none of it mattered. Humans have free will. We could only do so much.

Other Angels such as my friend, Renee were known as Messengers. Angels like Renee relay news to other Angels about our next mission and bring special messages to select humans in order to fulfill a destiny or a calling. But only to those who believed in us enough to understand that we needed to be kept a secret because only certain humans were strong enough to handle the sight of a celestial being in their presence and still be able to fulfill that purpose.

Charlie was a Protector. These Angels were called upon to protect the citizens of this world from the Demons who roamed the Earth. It was a tough job to do seeing as Demons seemed to be everywhere, always causing some type of chaos and havoc. No matter the size of the destruction, of the calamity that was about to ensue, Protectors would rush to save humans from death. Yes, certain lives were taken in that moment, but for others, their quest and purpose on Earth would not be over. They still needed to live and touch other people's lives. Just like Angels, humans had purposes to establish, certain things they had to finish in order to pass on through to the next life.

And then, there are Watchers. Angels who were commited to a human or two, to watch over them and guide them throughout their lives. These seemed to be more permanent and would help us become closer to the human, without their knowledge. With just a simple touch of our hands, we could calm all of a human's nerves and smooth their anger away. With just a few simple words, again without directly speaking to them, we could encourage them from sadness, if they were willing to. Sometimes we would present ourselves to them in a human form just when they need a friend to speak to. Humans seem to speak more freely about their doubts and problems to complete strangers. So who would be better to listen to them, to be a shoulder to cry on than to have an Angel?

So I've chosen to become a Watcher. While I waited to hear of my next mission, of the human being I was to watch over, Renee appeared next to me as I sat on the highest peak of the Andes mountain range in South America, the Aconcagua mountain. Sitting some 22,800 feet above sea level, it was one of my favorite places to be at to reflect on things that have happened, and things that might come. Jacob and I used to come here all the time to speak of everything and nothing in particular. It was one of the highest places, closest to the skies, closest to our realm.

I did not turn to see her face but I knew she was there. It was a feeling we all had when we approached one another. "Greetings, Isabella" Renee spoke as she sat by me to take in the beauty surrounding us.

"Greetings Renee," I simply replied.

"So much beauty. And yet, some humans don't see it for its possibilities," Renee continued. "But that's what we're here for."

"Truly. So what's the verdict, Renee?" I asked.

"Her name is Bianca. She's young. She's going to need to be guided as she is special. Her mother will be taken from her tonight. Angela will be there to guide her to the next life," Renee reported.

"How is Bianca's mother being taken away?" I asked, curious.

"They will be out there tonight like always, creating heartache and danger for the humans. You just need to guide Bianca out of the danger. Charlie will be there to stop anything else from happening. But her mother has to go. It's her time," Renee relayed.

"All right. I'll be there tonight. Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome."

It was the middle of the night as I approached the building where Bianca lived, when I saw them.

Standing by looking towards the house that sat surrounded by a big front yard and its white picket fence, two black-hooded figures stood on the sidewalk as if waiting for someone to appear. I knew what these two figures were, they were not human. In fact, they were very much like Angels in their beauty and power. They even had about the same 'appearances' as us when it comes to the human world.

The differences? For one thing, they are cloaked. For being creatures who love causing pain and chaos, they do seem to hide behind their cloaks as if in shame. There was once a time in which they didn't use cloaks to hide themselves. When they used to fight on our side, and not for evil as they do now. But they'd chosen a path dripping with ire, pain, hurt, and that above all else, absolute evil. Demons. Angels can sense when there are Demons nearby just like we can feel each other when we're close. Another difference: the pure hatred that seems to ripple off of their beings, and the wickedness in their eyes, the black holes that seem like never-ending pools of destruction.

As Angels, the colors of our eyes reflect the beauty of different hues and flavors, each representing our own individuality and personality which HE loves about each and every one of us and in humans. But when an Angel chooses to leave and descend down to the pits of hell, they would lose that distinction along with everything that was pure, light, and good. The black color of their eyes represent the emptiness that they carry within themselves, a void that screams to be filled with unneccesary troubles and calamity among the world's citizens.

That is what these two obscure beings were here for tonight. They were inflicting more pain and sorrow upon humans who didn't come looking for it . I can distinguish specifically who these two Demons are, as they felt me move closer towards the home of Bianca and turned to face me, one of them with a smirk, the other sneered, almost growled, as if to scare me off. They should know better than that.

"Isabella. It's been quite a while since last I've seen you," replied the one standing to the right, facing the house. I knew who he was, remembered the beautiful pitch black hair that would flow down below his shoulders before it had been covered by a long, dark hood; his eyes used to be a greyish purple. Not anymore.

"Aro." I called. As I stopped, some distance away from the two figures, the second one kept sneering at me. Again, it would benefit him in no way. Black eyes just like the first, his hair was white and silky and it too, flowed below his shoulder blades. But it didn't matter, because it was hidden underneath his dark hood as well. "Caius," I said while he growled at me, taunting me to flinch in fear, and failing.

"Isabella, what is your purpose here?" scowled Caius. Like them, I turned to face the house. Within half a second, Caius appeared in front of me as if to stand in the way of my goal, grabbing a hold of my arm to stop me from entering. Unlike Demons, which easily hid behind their cloaks, Angels knew no fear.

"Caius, I will warn you once: let me go or there will be consequences," I directed at Caius, looking straight into the dark depths of his eyes, my own chocolate brown, fearless eyes reflecting through his cold, black ones, making him jump back, still scowling at me with hate.

"Brother," Aro called, "To fight a beautiful Angel such as Isabella is not our purpose. Let's not get distracted. Besides," Aro turned to look at me, a smirk threatening to spread across his lips. "It's been so long. And I'm hoping Isabella might decide to join our trio, make it an even foursome, a quartet. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Don't hold your breath Aro," I replied. Aro tossed his head back in laughter, while Caius walked away from me, towards his brother, visibly cringing at the thought of me joining their little party. "I'm here to watch over a human."

"No! This is our's to take. You have no business here" Cauis snarled, seething from where he stood.

"Patience, brother," Aro cried, placing a hand on his companion's shoulder. He turned, once again to look at me. "Isabella don't you tire of watching over these inferiors, to look after them, knowing full well, that in the end, it's truly not worth it?"

I looked at him, "No, I don't tire of that. Don't you tire of running after human beings, constantly bringing ire and discord among them? That is not what I call, fulfilling."

"Fulfilling?" Aro scoffed, but answered nonetheless. "Hah! Isabella you're so good. It's pains me to see such talent on mere humans when we know full well how truly powerful you can be if you should decide to join us. Besides, it doesn't hurt to have a bit of fun."

"I'd rather become human," I replied. Once again, Aro threw his head back in laughter, Caius scoffed in disgust.

"Oh, like your friend, Jacob. How is he, by the way? Am I going to see him soon?" Aro arched one perfect eyebrow, as Caius childishly snickered at me.

"Not happening. He's gone across safely to the other side. Sorry to disappoint...well, actually, not really sorry, Aro. Jacob is safe, where he belongs."

"Oh dear, Isabella. Such a beautiful being as yourself, can do better than be a human. Tsk, it would a shame and a complete waste, I guarantee to you, my Angel," Aro evilly smirked.

I turned away from them both, looking once again towards the house, awaiting to start on my mission when I remembered one being who I'd not seen since I'd arrived here. To say that these three were inseparable would be an understatement. The one, Marcus, also wore a cloak over his long black locks, and was always there to complete the package.

I turned to look at Aro, Caius still fuming on his side. "Where's Marcus, by the way?" I asked.

As if on cue, both of their heads turned to face the house, both smirked widely, malicious grins as a fire erupted at the south side of the house, growing and spreading quickly. I turned my face towards my adversaries, as I noticed the missing Demon, Marcus, appearing at their side. Marcus, as always, looked less than amused, almost bored even with the scene unfolding before us.

"Burn, baby. Burn," cried Aro. The three of them instantly turned to face me. Aro smiled, Caius seethed, and Marcus yawned, then disappeared as the south side of the home started to buckle under fire, releasing a thick cloud of smoke into the air. I walked towards the north side of the building towards where I knew Bianca was sleeping, when I heard a vehicle quickly approach the house.