Edward POV.

As soon as I entered the garden I was again assaulted by the mouth-watering scent and looked around frantically to find my redhead beauty. Wait hold up! Did I just call her MINE?! She is not mine and never will be! As soon as my gaze landed on her all thoughts dissipated from my head. There she was in the middle of the garden standing around freesias. She smelled like freesias. She must love them. She looked so content but there was still a shadow of pain and loss behind those eyes. Like she had gone through a lot. I shudder thinking of all kinds of pains she may have gone through. Ten minutes later she sat on a bench and I quickly hid behind the tree shades. Watching her sketch. She looked so beautiful, so calm. I got the feeling that she very rarely looked like this. She kept drawing for a few hours and when she realized it was getting dark she jumped up and closed the book without a glance at what she drew and threw them in her bags, I think I saw something shining in the bag but pushed it away as a mirror or something. I wanted to see what she drew. I wanted to remove those worry lines from her face, ask her if she was alright... I wanted to kiss her to tell her to not worry that I am here and she doesn't need to worry. I was shocked to my core after realizing what I said. She doesn't deserve a monster like me. She doesn't deserve me. I am a monster and she is a goddess, an angel. I followed her to ensure that she reached home safely. I was walking a few distances away so I was out of her sight. Halfway through the walk, her body became rigid. Like she was preparing and contemplating strategies for a fight and her hands consciously moved inside her bag. Worried, I started to search thoughts around her to know what caused her to have such a reaction

"What should I cook for Rick tonight?"

"That stupid bastard! How dare he cheat on me!" "So much work to do, oh what would I do?"

"Pain... pain... Kill..."

The last thought drew my attention. It was disoriented like it was from some other frequency and I couldn't quite pick the exact frequency. I paid more attention and saw he was following her towards an alley. This bought back very unpleasant memories of the night where Bella got attacked by rapists on her trip to Portland. I quickly followed behind him to protect her if he did anything to her. How would I know that jokes on me?

The girl suddenly stopped, her heart was beating a bit faster than normal but other than that she looked calm. She batted her eyelashes at him inviting him in... if fought back a possessive growl and watched. The guy followed her now taking large paces to reach her. The look on the red head's face was deadly. Like one of a killer. No, she is not a killer. She is just clueless. The guy smirked and from his disoriented thoughts I could see he was in a slight daze when he saw her. After a few moments of flirting, it seemed like she got bored and charged at him. Is she crazy! What is she doing? If possible my heart leaped out of my chest at what I saw. She was throwing very skilled punches at him and he threw a few at her. One especially that caused her to bleed. I was surprised that when she started bleeding I didn't want to bite her but to protect her from the person that caused her pain. But being curious I stayed put and watched them fight. She took advantage of his tiredness and tied his hands and legs with a whip. Wait, a whip! Oh god who or more specifically what is this girl exactly? She is skilled in fighting and she has all these weapons. I know jasper would have a field day if he knew about this. Hell, even Emmett will be interested. The girl had started talking so I wield myself to focus. "WHO CREATED YOU!" She shouted. The person showed a face of perfect cluelessness. The girl sighed like she was bored and repeated once again. "Oh come one, don't act stupid you know who I am right?", "Shadowhunter "He spat. Shadowhunter. I tested the word in my head. What does that mean? Is she not human? Then who is she? "Yes, and I repeat once again WHO CREATED YOU. Tell me now I swear I will make your death painful" And to prove her point she plunged it a bit in his neck just enough to draw blood. The sent made me weak on my knees. It was painful to smell it not cause it was mouth-watering but quite the opposite. It smelled like ashes and death. The guy shouted in pain from the pain. And realizing his defeat he surrenders and answered. "I...I... don't... know much. We were marked by someone underhand the main person. There are a lot of them here. We are allowed to go out to hunt in the evening... He...he-the one who created us gives us tasks to do throughout the city. H...he says that if he does what he says he will make our pain go away..." He cried out. Make our pain go away? What does that mean? And created us? What does that mean? I am so confused as well as intrigued right now. The girl stood there contemplating for a minute her face changing from disbelief, contemplation, and to utter shock and fear. So the girl does have her fears. "What did the head of this look like. Did u ever see

him!" She shouted making him squirm and flinch in pain from the movement. "We only met him once. He kept saying things like I will create a better race. The clave has gone soft. I will rule the world soon with my children and wife by my side. I will win...' " She flinched hearing that. " There was another guy with blonde hair beside him. He had eyes like us but he didn't seem like he was in pain ever. He kept referring him his son..." Her heart started beating so fast I thought she was going to have a heart attack. Her face showed sorrow, pain, disbelief, and betrayal. She quickly composed herself and her deadly facade was up once again. She raised the seraph blade. Just to place it above his heart. Oh no... "Thank you. Now time to die. May angel Raziel have mercy on your soul. Ithuriel." She said as farewell and plunged the blade in his heart. I couldn't believe she just killed an innocent. Okay, he may not have been an innocent. But she has no right to kill him! She breathes a heavy sigh. At that movement for the first time I saw vulnerability, her eyes showed sorrow.

But again as quickly it showed it was gone with a shake of ahead. She picked up her blade and bag and put her blade in it. And slowly turned around. Green eyes met my golden one.