~ Angelica's PoV ~
‘A worthless thing like Angelica. . .’ Emmett said. So than it was worthless of me saving him. Me helping him find the girl to help cause my death. Does he not understand the consequences I made for him.
I could have been the one to meet Rosalie, but I hadn't. Instead I let him find his happiness. I had had enough. Even though my body was dead, my soul was out and I was able to still have my abilities.
I rose my arm and the wind blew.
"Wind, oh wind
Please show my voice
O, please carry it to their ears. . ."
I sang, the wind began blowing and I walked up to Peter, "Don't cry, my love." I say, and Peter's head shot up.
"Angel." he asked, looking at me yet not seeing me. "Where are you, Angel?" he whispered.
I smiled, "Yes, Hun, it's me."
By know Edward, Jasper, and Carlilse were also looking at Peter. "Why can't I see you?" he whimpered.
I laid a hand on his cheek, "Do you want to, mí amor?" I whispered.
He nodded, "Of course, I'll always wanna see you. I'll always miss you."
I smiled and again allowed my voice to fill my surrounds;
"I am here,
Yet still there.
O, wind, please a give me a favor.
Send this message,
O, please, send this message to my Lords.
Ask for their permission to be seen. . ."
I felt my spirit move and I opened my eyes with a deep gasp. I was in my body. I was once again alive, resurrected. I stood up and moved to Peter as he stared at me, "Angel?" he whispered.
"Sí, mí amor. Es yo. It's me. I'm back." I say with my voice shaking. He stood up quickly and grabbed my kissing me with love.
I laughed dancing around, I heard my older brother laugh. He took me out, he was the only who loved me, and in return I loved him back. The problem is, we haven't any money so we may die soon. "Angélína, wait!" he laughed at me.
I laughed and saw a man hurt, my smile disappeared, and I ran to the man's side. "Are you okay, señor?" I say as I dropped beside him.
The man looked up at me with sky blue eyes, "Uh, yes ma'am, I am. I just got cut. Nothin' big."
"Angélína, what are you doing?" my brother asked. I waved my hand at him in a dismissing manner, and tore a piece of my dress.
I got the man's arm and wrapped it up, "That wound is fatal, señor, ya could have died." I told him in a chastising manner.
"‘M Peter, darlin', nice ta meet ya." he said.
I grinned, "Angelilia, though, as you see, some people call me Angélína."
~ ~ ~
It was two months later. Me and Peter were so happy, though I a bit sad as my brother died recently. He stuck with us. Not caring of Peter and I's age gap.
He truly simply cared that Peter had been 60 years older than me. Peter and I were married as well, having a Romeo and Juliet like love, immediately knowing the truth. Lately, though, I have been feeling depressed.
What with all the chaos that was happening. Peter thinking of joining the war, people calling me a witch as I knew how to heal people easily with herbs, so many disappearing, a couple of terrorist attacks.
So much has happened, and to it, my depression. I have gotten. . . I've gotten a bit further from everyone. Peter noticed this, and has tried so hard to help, but he can't.
I just feel like I'm going to loose something soon. Little had I known, if I would have told Peter this, he would still be with me a couple of weeks from know.
Two weeks later. . . .
He's gone. Peter went missing. And it's all my fault. I cried my heart out, and felt memories run through me. Memories of what I do. What I am. Everything.
[3rd Point of View]
Two months later the Angel died. And though people accused her of witchery, she was missed quite dearly. The Angel, soon after, was given to another woman. One who aborted her. Same for the next five women.
I cried and remembered the last time me and Peter said goodbye back than. "I love you, Angel." he muttered, "I missed you."
I hugged even tighter, "I missed you too." I pulled away and looked at them, looked at everyone who was looking at me. "But I won't stay long."
I fell to the ground as tears fell, but no sobs. "What do you mean, Angel? Please tell me ya aren't leavin' again."
I looked at him, "It's time you all learn of my curse." I muttered, "Because it's far to late for him to come back. For them to come back."
I looked up and decided on how to tell them.
