"That explains why I feel so safe with you," she smiled, cuddling closer. I tightened my arms around her, using my powers to heal her arm fully now that she knew most of the truth. "Now, I want to know more. Tell me your story."

"My angelic story or all of it?"

"All of it," she said, toying with my sleeve.

"Okay," I chuckled. "I was born in what was now known as Northern Italy around the beginning of the third century. I don't know the exact date since calendars were not high on the list of priorities in the tiny village where I was born."

"Did you say third century?" she squeaked.

"Yes. I'm older than dirt, but Alice is older than me," I snickered.

But, I look better, you jerk, Alice thought to me.

"She said she's your sister," Bella murmured.

"It's the best way to describe her. When I was a human, she was my guardian angel, protecting me. When I was in my mid-twenties, I was working as a black smith. Sparks from the fire traveled to a nearby home, causing the thatched roof to explode into flames. I knew that the family who lived there had several children and I couldn't let my mistake cause the death of the family. I raced into the building, pulling the children out and saving the sickly mother, as well. However, the fire burned most of my body and I was dying. Alice appeared to me, like a vision. She gave me a choice because I had sacrificed myself to save the lives of others. I had no other family. My parents had died in a recent bout of illness and my wife died in childbirth, along with my unborn babe," I said, frowning.

I tried to not to remember that pain. That was part of the reason why I struggled with the idea of being with Alice in that way. I was still grieving my loss, or I was, at the time.

"You were married?" Bella asked. "I'm so sorry for your loss."

"Thank you," I said, nuzzling her soft hair. "It was a long time ago, but I know that they are at peace, no longer in pain and happy with each other. He told me."

"He ... as in ... God?" Bella squeaked.

"You could say that," I chuckled. "Anyway, Alice asked me if I wanted to be with my wife and child or to continue doing good in His name. I wanted to be with my family, but they would have no memory of me. However, I wasn't ready to die. So, I said yes to Alice's offer of doing good. She healed me as much as she could and carried me to the heavens. And you saw Alice. She's a wisp of a thing. I was shocked when she heaved my broken body into her arms. Anyway, her mentor and creator finished healing me. I was given the choice again and I said that wanted to make a change. I wanted to do good. Carlisle, Alice's creator, and Alice held out their hands and the transition began.

"The pain I felt from the fire was nothing compared being transitioned to an angel," I grumbled. "My bones were fortified. Wings grew from my spine, tearing through my skin and becoming what you see. On top of the physical changes, my mind changed, too. I could read minds, feel the pain of humans, their sadness and despair. Finally, I was granted the gift of healing, able to heal with my hands. However, as we take, heal the pain of others, it's passed to us. I also don't need to sleep or eat as much. The only times I do have to eat or sleep is when I'm injured or I heal another."

"You healed me that night I was attacked," she said, her eyes wide.

"I did. If I hadn't, you would have died, Bella," I frowned. "One of the monsters had cracked a rib and it had punctured your lung. You also had damage to your spleen and other internal injuries. You were bleeding internally. I couldn't let you die. So, I took your pain as mine. I needed you to survive. In my heart, in my mind, you had to survive."

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