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Isabella

I set out to walk towards the front door of the burning house, the building taking a beating from the flames that engulfed the south side of the home. I was here to lead Bianca out of the house safely and wait for the paramedics and fire fighters to arrive.

In my peripheral, I noticed someone running up to the front door, and knocking it open with the full force of their body. I stepped in right after the human, not paying any attention to him because my main focus was to get Bianca out safe. As I looked around, I took in my surroundings. This was the living room which I'm sure might've been a lovely sight to see prior to tonight's events. There were pictures of families hanging along the right wall which connected with the stairs where the human ascended into. The usual furniture sat to the left of me, melted family picture frames decorated the far left wall were threatening to fall towards the ground and break into a million pieces. But one thing that caught my eye was an extremely beautiful piano in the far left corner of the living room. Hmmm... I wonder who was the pianist in the family.

I made my way up the steps towards the second floor, realizing the human ran towards his left to reach another human who was trapped in the room on the south side of the house. Searching for Bianca, I caught a glimpse of the woman lying unconsciously on the bed, trapped inside the room by flames which held her hostage.

"Tanya! Tanya, please wake up," desperately cried the man who'd just arrived. The man searched for an opening through the flames to get to her, covering his nose and mouth from the flames that threatened to engulf the room, but to no avail.

I continued to my right, in search of Bianca. As I entered, Bianca was curled up in her bed, coughing and frightened from the smoke hovering over her, threatening to drown her in the darkness. Bianca was a beautiful little girl with short blonde hair with a hint of red and amazing green eyes; her skin looks pale in the moonlight, but soft enough to show the intensity of her emerald eyes. I didn't show myself to her, but I knew that she would listen to my reassuring words with perfect clarity. Children are humble and innocent and can hear us with perfect clarity even in the most dire of situations.

"Bianca, get up and walk with me," I cooed, as she raised herself from her bed, shaking from the fear that had a tight grip on her. There was a sweater resting on the end of her bed which I instructed her to place upon her face to prevent from inhaling too much smoke. I advised Bianca to grasp another piece of clothing to use on the hot door handle, and she stepped over the threshold of her room into the hallway. Fear gripped her even tighter as she whimpered and starting calling out for her parents. I kept my eyes locked on Bianca as the man, whom I assumed to be her father, quickly appeared at the doorway to yell at her to stay her ground.

"Daddy, where's Mommy? I'm scared, Daddy. What's going on?" Bianca cried as she stood in front of her door.

"Bianca, stay where you are. Don't come any closer," yelled her father from the other side of the hallway. At the corner of my eye, I saw the man's sillouhette hesitanting for a second, mentally debating whether to tell Bianca to run outside and wait -but the fire might be worse downstairs and she wouldn't know what to do- or take Bianca himself to place her outside and rush back to get Tanya. His decision was made and within two long strides, Bianca's father picked her up in his arms and ran downstairs, out the door, and placed her at the sidewalk. Neighbors were running towards the enflamed house, as Bianca's father commanded her to stay in her spot. He quickly made his way back into the house, when I noticed Charlie standing by the fence with two other Angels surveying the area, and assesing the blazing building in front of them.

"Angela just arrived by the child's mother. Angela's going to accompany her to the hospital and then, take the woman from there," Charlie announced.

"There is another human who's just arrived, trying to save the woman," I nodded towards the house. Bianca stood crying at the sidewalk, holding on to the fence. I placed my hand upon her shoulder to calm her down, and instantly her sobs quieted, but tears were still covering her face. Charlie started towards the house, as we noticed the call of sirens nearby.

"We're going to hold the house together for a while longer to await for the humans to leave. The man is currently making his way downstairs with the woman in his arms. Angela is right behind them," I nodded in understanding as I noticed out the corner of my eye, the man running out of the house.

The soft thud of knees dropping onto the ground, and the heaving chest of the man knealing besides the woman, were immediately drown out by the neighbors shouts and outcries. The firefighters and paramedics were close by.

One simple cry from the man made my head turn towards him, coaxing me to finally lay my eyes on him for the first time, and instantly froze on the spot.

The most beautiful creature I'd ever laid my eyes on, knelt by the woman's body, holding her torso close to his chest, as loud cries tore out of his lungs and into the cool night air. In all of my existence, I had never known or seen anyone as beautiful as this man. No Angel, or Demon. No human, or anything in this whole universe had caught my eye as he did at that very moment. He was so beautiful, I felt the need to comfort him in this most agonizing moment.

As I made sure Bianca was still safe, I noticed a young woman with short black hair run towards her to hold and comfort her. Bianca was safe right now, so I made my way towards the man holding the woman close to him. His perfect face was contorted in pain and anguish, his strong arms held the woman tightly to her as to never let her go. His copper hair stood in disarray, his face darkened by the soot of the fire, his pale skin glistened with sweat from his close proximity to the fire. I knelt down right in front of him, on the other side of the woman as she lay unconsciously in his arms. She was also beautiful. Her face covered in black patches of smoke around her features, her clothes seemed to cling on to her body from the perspiration and her long strawberry blonde hair covered his left shoulder, as he caressed her face with the love he felt for her. Her wheezing breaths were quick and failing, her eyes fluttering, her mouth hung open, trying to catch any air her fragile body was desperately fighting for.

Then, someone called his name from the sidewalk. Edward.

Edward.

At this, he opened his eyes, and for a second, he seemed to look straight into my eyes. I felt his eyes lock with mine, this sudden emotion overtaking me, holding me in place, as if I could never for one small moment, ever leave his side. I had never felt this way before. I know what that feeling was. But as Angels, we're not supposed to feel anything. Not anger, not fear. Nothing. And yet, this man, this human had such a strong hold on an Angel, it was impossible for me to go anywhere else in the world as his invisible pull kept me trapped in his gaze. This feeling that I had, I could not describe at the moment with words for fear to be distracted from something so beautiful. The whites surrounding his beautiful emerald green pupils were red and dry from the fire, making him look weary. All this took a matter of seconds, but I wanted to stare longer, wanted for him to keep looking at me with the force of his eyes, as if he were looking straight into my soul. Then he turned his eyes away from mine to search for the human calling for him.

"Edward, I'm here. How's Tanya?," the approaching human anxiously asked. This man was also attractive, almost as beautiful as Edward, but older.

"Dad, please help Tanya. Please, please help," Edward begged as his father took Tanya's wrist to check her pulse. The paramedics and firemen finally arrived. Edward held the woman tightly against his chest, for fear of letting her go. The paramedics reached towards the three humans on the ground, trying to pry Tanya out of Edward's arms, and checking them both for any injuries. Edward's father told the paramedics that he was a doctor and explained Tanya's symptoms which helped to take care of her quicker.

Edward still knelt on the ground, as the paramedics approached with a stretcher to place Tanya upon it and suddenly stood up, desperately searching the area.

"Bianca," Edward thought. When he finally found Bianca being held by the tiny woman with spiky black hair, Edward ran towards her to assess her small body for any injuries. When he found none, Edward held Bianca tight against his chest, speaking of his love for her. As he knelt on the ground, holding on to Bianca, he pulled away to look into her eyes. Something about her was off. Something about Bianca was different. But as he had no more time to hold her, Edward gave the tiny woman word to look after Bianca.

"Alice, please stay with Bianca. Take her to your house, and I'll call you with word of Tanya," Edward quickly explained as he stood and started walking away towards the ambulance which Tanya was placed into. But Bianca ran towards her father and held on tight to his leg. As she started to cry violently, Alice tried to pry Bianca away from Edward, but she held on tightly and would not let go.

"Bianca, come with me, honey. Daddy's gotta be with Mommy now, okay?" Alice cried as her attempt at pulling Bianca away from her father seemed useless. Bianca kept crying aloud, not wanting to let Edward out of her sight. After a few attempts, Bianca finally gave in to leaving with Alice with the promise of meeting her parents at the hospital.

Edward kissed Bianca on the forehead and quickly headed towards the ambulance holding Tanya, and entered it in haste. As Bianca was still crying, I decided to join her in the backseat of the car along with Alice who was driving. Edward's father sat in the ambulance to comfort his son. I reached out my hand towards Bianca to help calm her sobs and nerves. Even though I wanted to be with Edward, I knew he was in good hands as Angela had joined him and Tanya on the ride to the hospital. My first priority is Bianca, and with what was coming soon, she would need me to be there for her.

As we finally arrived at the hospital, Alice quickly got out of the car, to grab a still-sobbing Bianca out of her seat and ran into the emergency room entrance. Edward's father was already inside and hurriedly explained to the staff of the situation at hand. As Tanya was being pushed into one of the operating rooms by Edward's father and his staff of nurses, Edward tried to stay with her, but was asked to stay outside of the O.R. by his father. After a minute of arguing with his father, a tall man with blonde hair intervened and pushed Edward away from the O.R.

I looked around the emergency room area. Nurses walked around behind the counters speaking of patients or gossiping the latest rumor circulating the hospital. Several humans sat around the room, some injured, some sick, some watching over their families, some arguing with the nursing staff about lengthy wait times and insurance coverages. My eyes roamed over towards Bianca who sat on Alice's lap, crying. Alice comforted the child sitting on her lap, but she too was having a hard time with Tanya's situation. Keeping a look out over everything, my eyes stopped on the tall blond man standing by Edward, speaking with him and trying to comfort him. Edward sat at the edge of his seat, awaiting for news on Tanya, rocking back and forth, so as to readily push himself off of the chair at the sight of his father. Edward sat hunched over, elbows rested on top of his lap, his hands holding his face, staring blankly at nothing, his eyebrows creased with anxiety. The tall man tried to speak with him but Edward brushed him off, and ignored him. The tall man gave up and went to sit by Alice, to console her as she held Bianca tightly to her chest.

"Please, God. Don't take her away from me. Please, please, please....," Edward repeated over and over in his mind, rocking back and forth at a faster pace. Edward closed his eyes and tightly shut them.

All I wanted to do was take him into my arms and comfort him, take his pain away, look deep into his eyes and tell him that everything was going to be okay. I wanted to become his warmth, to brush his tears away, to hold him close, to never let him go. To take it upon myself, make sure he'd never have to go through heart ache again, to never see him crumble so agonizingly as he was now. I wanted to love him. I do love him.

What?

I love him?

It's not unheard of, for Angels to fall in love with humans, but this could not be love. It couldn't be. It seems to be so much more powerful than just love. The way I felt about this human, I've never experienced this before in all my existence. So how can this be?

I love him.

If I were human, I think I wouldn've lost it from the realization of how strong and exciting and dumbfounded and ....

But I'm not human. I'm not anyone that Edward would love as much as he loved Tanya. That special bond that held them together, I could never compare.

I wanted to hold him and love him and comfort him. But it won't happen. Because he would never want me that way. He loved someone so dear and special to him. His whole heart belonged to her. But I would be there for him anyway. When the right time came, I can be his friend. I've done it countless of times with many, many people, throughout the centuries. Why not him?

I stood up and walked towards the operating room to check on Tanya. As I appeared to stand by Angela waiting for Tanya to cross over, I watched Edward's father tried desperately to revive her heart, to get some response out of her but it was too late.

"You are not going anywhere. You are not leaving my son. Tanya, wake up. Please, come back...," Edward's father mentally started to cry, as he pounded on her chest to get her heart to start over.

"Dr. Cullen," a nurse nearby called to Edward's father. The nurse placed her hand on his shoulder, the rest of his staff watched him as he frantically tried to revive Tanya. "Dr. Cullen. Carslisle, you have to call it. There's nothing more we can do for her. Dr. Cullen."

After what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Cullen finally gave in with a sob. Not wanting to take his eyes off of Tanya's body, or maybe it was because of his tear-filled eyes which he coudn't see through, he asked "What time is it?"

"3:32am, Doctor," said the nurse who's palm was still placed over his shoulder. Dr. Cullen slowly backed away, slid off his gloves, and called it, his voice strained and weak.

"Time of death, 3:32am," Carlisle sniffed as he slowly turned to give his son the news of his wife's departure.

I looked to my right and saw Tanya standing on the other side of Angela, watching her own uninhabited body and turned to look at us both.

"Hello Tanya. My name is Angela. I'm here to help you cross over," Tanya nodded in understanding.

"Hello Tanya. My name is Isabella. What was your favorite part?" I asked her. It wasn't my question to ask, none of my business to know. But something told me that I had to ask, I had to know.

Tanya responded with a beatific smile, "Edward and Bianca. My family."

"Good answer, Tanya," I complimented her as Angela went to hold her hand to disappear into the light that shone brightly throughout the operating room, though none of the humans knew.

I made my way towards the Emergency room as I saw Carlisle hovering over Edward's crumpled body sitting on the ground. Edward was howling out the loudest, most blood curdling of cries as the patients and nurses looked upon the scene with the most agonizing looks on their faces. There are few instances that humans, no matter their circumstances, no matter their differences, seemed to come together as one human race. This was one of those instances. As Carlisle held Edward, crying along with his son, Alice laid her head upon the tall man's shoulder as she wept, great tears covering most of her face. The tall man also cried in silence, while trying to hold it together for the both of them, for Bianca's sake.

But Bianca's face was different. Her face was blank. Empty of any emotion. As if she wasn't even there. Detached. Though her eyes roamed around the room, looking at the different expressions of despair and mourning etched on the faces of her family and strangers, she looked off. But then her eyes fell upon her father's anguished position on the ground, her head tilted to the side trying to comprehend what was happening. In that very moment, her face changed from one of emptiness to one of...determination? I wanted to know what she was thinking of that made her seem that way, but the very next second, Bianca abruptly jumped out of Alice's embrace and raced towards Edward.

Edward looked up from crying unto his father's shoulder, face drenched and swollen, his chest heaving violently with anguished sobs. He immediately opened up his arms as Bianca collided into him, almost knocking them both unto the floor. As they held each other tightly, I silently joined them by wrapping my arms around them.

Suddenly, Bianca looked up at me as if she I knew I was there, as if she felt my arms around her.

Bianca's eyes held the intensity of her father's, and I knew in that instant, that she did feel me there. Renee was right. This child is special. For I had not made myself known to her in human form, but somehow Bianca knew I was there. Bianca kept staring at me, when she smiled tentatively, and caught me off guard with a question.

"What's your name?"

If it's in italics, it's their thoughts. Angels in general can hear human's thoughts.

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