em·py·re·an (ĕm'pī-rē'ən):The highest reaches of heaven, believed by the ancients to be a realm of pure fire or light; the sky.

"For one moment, the hag-faced fate I'd imagined, the one who sought Bella's destruction, was replaced by the most foolish and reckless of angels. A guardian angel—something Carlisle's version of me might have had." Edward, Midnight Sun manuscript, Page 217


We stared across the room at the couple to be. Certainly there had never before been a pair like this.

The boy sneered, decades of denial acted as his armor. It was a warning but something warm sparked behind his darkened eyes.

The girl looked on; unaware of the danger as she gazed upon him. Shock registered in her eyes at his beauty, and her heart immediately began pleading to know him.

A seraph faced angel looked on, her plan perfected. The boy did not know that the hag-faced enemy he had imagined was his greatest ally. The angel gave him a heedless smile, her sky colored eyes full of mischief. She had formed the girl in such a way that there was no way that he could possibly deny her pull. She would entangle him so fully that, once they met, he would not survive long without her.

Laughing with pure elation, the angel gently propelled the powerful girl directly into his path – her scent sending a fistful of burning flames down his throat.

Only his innate morality would save her fragile body now.

The seraph laughed... her job was almost complete.


Alone by Edgar Allen Poe (paragraphing changed)

From childhood's hour I have not been as others were;

I have not seen as others saw;

I could not bring my passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken my sorrow;

I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn of a most stormy life- was drawn from every depth of good and ill the mystery which binds me still:

From the sun that round me rolled in its autumn tint of gold,

From the lightning in the sky as it passed me flying by,

From the thunder and the storm,

And the cloud that took the form (when the rest of Heaven was blue) of a demon in my view.


Thank you for taking the time to read my story. One day, very early in my Twilight experience, I was reading Midnight Sun and came upon SM's reference to Edward's guardian angel (see page 217 of the Midnight Sun Manuscript available on SM's website). I had an epiphany. If this angel existed, she would have an interesting story to tell and from a much different perspective than any of Edward's peers. I set out to write her story, but not a story about her or her angelic peers... I wanted her insight into Edward and Bella's fairytale.

I hope you enjoy her insight as much as I have enjoyed dragging it out of her.

I have to thank both my mother for pushing me (ever so gently) to write this story and to speculate endlessly on things Edward might have done in his youth, but I also have to give a HUGE thanks to my Beta, TwiliteAddict. Her stories are amazing and I am forever grateful she took me under he wing and spent so much time polishing this up when she has such a busy life. THANK YOU!

SPOILER ALERT: If you haven't read Midnight Sun, be warned; I quote and refer to it in this story.

Of course none of this could be possible without Stephenie Meyer. Her characters are her own and nothing but her generosity makes twi-fic possible. Take this as a disclaimer for the entire story. It will not be repeated.