Ok so I know it has been a long time science I've updated and belive me I feel horrible. I haven't had time to write at all. I have been depressed lately because of it. When I write something I let out my emotions as if I were crying words onto the screen your reading, and without being able to write my emotions just kept building up and up.

I have also been hounded with 8th grade homework, I am on the verge of failing my Georgia history class, i have failed the past 5 quizzes in that class, I have no idea what the hell I am learning in my science class. We are working on conservation of matter and we are doing things like, 3mg +3MgCl arrow 3Al + 2MgCl, I understand none of it. So I have to study every night and that takes up a lot of time considering I get out of school at 4:15pm.

Also on Halloween I found out my best friend is moving across the country this week so ya. I have new projects due this month. Idk when I'll update next, sorry I am really trying as hard as I can. But I really can't update until I have time. Here is there story I hope you like.

BPOV

MY head snapped around looking for where the voice was coming from. I saw a woman who looked strangely familiar. My head hurt looking at hurt; I quickly shot my head away from her.

"Who are you?!" I screamed!

"If you look at me you will understand!" the woman calmly said.

"Where am I?" I sobbed.

"Heaven". Was her answer.

"Why! What happened! I can't remember anything!" I sobbed.

"I know," she replied calmly, motherly almost.

"I want to know! Please, I need to know!" I begged. Who was I? What was I? Why was I here?

"Look at me and I will explain." She answered. I slowly looked to her.

Suddenly my memories came flying at me,

Mom!

Charlie slapping me.

Years of abuse.

Edward, my love.

Alice my best friend.

Rose, the beautiful blond.

Emmett, the big teddy bear.

Jasper the calm one.

The shots.

Pain.

I gasped for breath.

"Am I dead?" I asked the woman.

She shook her head. "No Isabella, your alive, but you have been given a chance to get over a little of what happened to you. God is not ready for you to die; he has many plans for you. You are also getting some insight to the life you will soon live, to the life you love lives."

I stared at her again. I saw her bronze hair, Emerald green eye's, with hints of topaz. Her face looked so much like someone's I knew. "Who are you? Where do I know you from?"

She let a sad smile show through her lips. "My name is Elizabeth Masen, my husband is Edward Anthony Masen Senor. You know my son, Edward Anthony Junior."

I gasped. I was so confused. "What how? Huh?" I stuttered.

"Let me start from the beginning." She paused, took a breath and went on.

"I had my first and only son on July 3rd, 1901. His name, Edward Anthony Masen Junior, after his father. He grew up a wonderful boy. But in 1918, he was only the age of 17, when the Spanish influenza hit, in Chicago, where we lived. Edward senor was the first to go, I knew that nursing Edward would kill me but I needed to know that he would make it. Our doctor, Dr. Carlisle Cullen, I knew wasn't human for he was so cold, his eyes so black at times. I was getting worse and worse and I could see so was Edward, so the day I knew I was going to die I begged our doctor to do everything could to save my son. I hoped so much it would be enough; I wanted my son to have a good life, a life where he could find the one he loved.

"Soon after I died, Edward took a turn for the worst, I watched from this vary spot Dr. Cullen take him to the morgue, though my son's heart still beat. In the morgue, I witnessed the doctor bite my son many times. Over and over again, then all I could hear was my sons scream's of pain. I felt as if I had damned him, but them god himself came to great me, (don't mean to offend anyone, but this is just the way I made the story go. God is in it for the moment. Sorry if I am offending you by placing him in here.)and said to me when he was me looking at my son, 'My child, even though your son is no longer human he is still one of my creation's and no matter what as long as he has a good soul he will have his place in my world and heaven.' It was that day god granted me the right to look down on my son anytime I would like.

"When I saw my son fall in love with you Isabella, I was so happy he had found someone, I ran to god and begged him to let me be your angel too. He told me of your life, and I knew that you needed my son more than he needed you. God granted me my wish and I became your angel too. I already loved you as my child, the daughter I never had.

"Every night I would go to my husband and tell him about you, tell him about our son. He was so proud of Edward. See Isabella, Edward is facing many obstacles. Edward, my son, and your love, is a vampire. As is his family.

"My son has had his bad times but he always pulls through. When I saw you get shot, I ran to god, the Virgin Mary, and Jesus, and begged of them to let you come here. They all weren't to sure at first, but soon they agreed that you needed to be here."

I was slightly in shock as to what she had told me. She slowly walked to me. She grabbed my hands and said to me with a huge grin on her face, "My daughter, you are the savior of your time. You are the vampire savior. You will prove that god still loves them; you and my son will become the King and Queen of the vampire world. You and my son will prove to every vampire, human eater or not god still loves them."

If I was in shock before it was ten times worse now.

"Elizabeth, how will I prove it?" I asked, slightly dazed.
She smiled, suddenly, an old man with the Catholic Church sign appeared, then a toddler, another woman, a man in army clothes, a 7 year old, and finally a mother and father.

"Isabella, these people before you are family of the Cullen's. Except the one on the end. He is the lord himself."

God himself stepped forward, and smiled at me. "Isabella, my child, I forgive you for your sins, I feel sorry for your life, and I give you the gift of coming to heaven when ever you please in your sleep. You, my child, will grow to be the great savoir to the vampire's. I also give you the gift of traveling back and fourth with items."

The other's did crosses on there foreheads and said amen. God then motioned the first man forward, the man was old, wrinkly, and wearing something I imagined was from the Middle Ages. And on it was the sign of the Catholic Church (once again no offence).

"Isabella, I am Father Cullen, Carlisle Cullen is my son, for many year's I resented my son for becoming what he became, but now I realize he is still one of god's many creature's and one of the best to. Isabella I beg of you to give him this letter and the cross he would have gotten when he look over my church." He bowed down in front of me, raised the items above his head, and waited for me to take them. I did, then told him to rise. He did as told and walked back towards the line of others. God motioned another forward.

This was the toddler, "Miss. Isabella, I am Esme Cullen's son, I died days after my birth, and my mother became what she is now because of me, and please misses. Isabella tell my mother I love her, and I see her everyday from heaven, and give her this," he handed me a baby blue hand stitched baby blanket, from a bassinet. The both walked back to the others, and the next one came forward.

The next one to come forward was the woman; she seemed to remind me of Alice, for some reason. "Isabella, I am Cynthia Brandon, I am Alice Cullen's little sister. I know why she can't remember anything, and it is my fault, I need you to give her these pictures, this diary of her's, and this letter from me, and this one from our parents. Please I beg of you Isabella, tell her I am sorry will you?" I nodded and grabbed her things. She walked back to the others.

The next one forward was a man in army clothes that looked dated back to the civil war. He stood stock still and saluted me, as he said, "Isabella I am Major Mark Whitlock. I am the Man you now know as Jasper hale's father. I ask you to please carry these medals back to him, tell him they were mine, and tell him I really did love him." He ended his soul and walked back to the others.
Now a little girl no older that 7 walked over to me, well more like skipped. She looked up at me with her brown eyes, her brown curly hair in her face, she begged, "my lady, I want you to tell Emmett that I am glad he got a chance at life, because while he was out hunting the German's came and killed mom, dad, Allen, and me. I ask you to bring him these notes, and letters from all of our family to him." She handed me the letters, and skipped back to the others.

Next up was a husband and wife. Both in tears "please Isabella, we beg of you to ask our daughter Rosalie for her forgiveness. If it hadn't of been for our greed she would never have had to go through all of that. Tell her we are sorry, and that Royce and his accomplices are in hell burning ten times worse than what she felt as she was turning. Please give her these letter's that say our words of soreness. Please we beg of you, to tell her we love her still." I accepted there letters. And they walked back to the group sobbing.

Suddenly, Elizabeth was walking forward. "Isabella, I want you to tell my son of everything we have talked about, give him this letter, it is from his father and me, also," she looked to her ring finger and pried the ring off. "Give this to him and tell him both his father and me give him permission." She signed looking to me. She gathered me in her arms and kissed me on the check. "Be careful my daughter. You will have man challenges, but you must pass all of them." She too walked back to the others now.
God walked toward me again. "Isabella, my child, I also grant you the gift of bringing other's who need to see, to heaven with you, or bringing the dead to their loved ones. Isabella, you have great things ahead of you. Remember you are always loved."

Elizabeth called to me, "Isabella, this will hurt, you're falling back into your body, and be ready. I love you my daughter!" suddenly I was thrown back into my body on earth.

My eyes shot open, Edward, Alice, Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmett all stood around my bed.
"Bella! Edward yelled joy evident in his voice. He rushed over to hug me, but when he went to hug me, I released the grip I had on everything on my hands, letters, pictures, medals, a ring, a cross, a dairy, and a letter from god. He looked to me and back to what was on my bed. That had just appeared in my hands out of nowhere.

"Bella what is all of this?" he asked. Suddenly someone spoke in my mind, Isabella, you have control over anything you need, ask me and it shall happen. Remember, my child you shall always be loved.
All I could say, in my dazed, shocked, weirded out state was, "God and your families gave them to me. Carlisle your dad, Esme your son, Alice you sister, Rosalie your parents, Emmett your little sister, Jasper your father, Edward your mother, and for me a letter from God." They stared at me eyes' wide. And I stared right back.


My god long long chapter, almost 2,000 words'. Very tired now. Well guess what this is the end! Might be an epilogue maybe, depends on reviews. I'll tell you in the epilogue if there is a sequel or not for the fact that idk if there will be enough reviews to encourage me to write a sequel.
Very sorry id I offended anyone by putting god In my story. So ya. Hope you liked.
Now let's see if you all can encourage me enough to write and epilogue and a sequel?
Love you all!
Sophie-la!