Okay people this is one of my older fanfics that i found while cleaning out my desk. I really like it and i want to continue it. Please review and tell me what you think. Note: Sorry to all you Bella fans but she does not exist in my world. Its not that I don't like her, I do i just wanted to try and Edward OC. So please tell me what you think. i love hearing what you readers think. Reviews help me make my stories better.

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Reality can hit you right when you least expect it. I know that better than anyone. When my parents were killed, I was only a child. We had been living in Alaska, and I was only five years old. We lived in a cabin just outside of Juno. I had been living there since the day I was born, and I loved it there. I love being in the snow, and for some reason I was never bothered by the cold.

I loved the cold that way I always knew that it was home. And I remember that night all to well. Some men came and they argued with father and mother.

I remember the fire.

I remember how it started; they spread alcohol all over the room; even all over my parent's dead bodies. They had no idea that I was even there. I had hid under the bed in the spare room. I watched as the fire engulfed the whole room in a matter of seconds. I tried to get out but a beam from the roof fell in front of me making me fall.

I was coughing and I couldn't breathe. I remembered thinking, God help me. Somebody please help me. I fell to my knees as I continued coughing.

Then he came.

He burst through the window and scooped me up into his arms and he carried me out of the fire. I remember his body being cold and it made me feel safe and at home. When we were outside he held me close to him as we watched the flames engulf the entire house. I looked up into his eyes, those golden brown eyes that reminded me of honey, his bronze hair and his pale skin.

He was my savior, my angel. He heard a sound and I saw others coming towards him. A woman handed him a jacket to cover me with. Not once did he let go of me, he kept me safe and protected in his arms.

He looked down at me and I wrapped my arms around his neck not letting go. He kissed my forehead and held me close. "It's okay, you're safe now. Nothing's going to happen to you." His voice was like velvet, soft and warm. The woman whom I assumed to be his mother tried to take me from the boy but I wouldn't go with her.

I held onto my angel tighter hiding my face in his neck. It surprised me that she wasn't offended, she merely smiled as they walked away from my burning home.

The next day the cops came and they were surprised when they found me alive. Sadly they had to take me away. But I didn't want to go, I ran to my angel and grabbed onto his leg holding on tightly. He lifted me up into his arms "Can I talk to her?" They all nodded and they left the room. "Angel I don't want them to take me away." He always smiled when I called him that, "Why must you keep calling me that?"

And he would always ask that question, "Because you saved me from the fire. And you're really strong and really fast. What else should I call you?" He looked as if he would start crying. He hugged me tight holding me very close to him placing light kisses on my forehead. "You have to go with them my little one. But I promise you, we will see each other again." I was crying as I buried my face into his hard chest.

"You promise?"

He nodded "I promise." The cops took me from my angel and his family, they were all sad to see me go. I loved them they had saved my life. I never did find out what my angel's name was or his family. But I remember very clearly what their faces looked like. I never forgot what my angel looked like. Ever since then I drew him, I always drew him. I loved him, my angel, and I prayed everyday that I would be with him again.