A.N: O.K, this is my new story, Angel and Demon, It might seem a little different then my other stories, but, I had this idea randomly, so I decided to type it out, Please don't judge.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Twilight Saga, Or Alice and Jasper. I only own the storyline

I ran through the forest, my intent clear. I would rid the world of another one of hell's minions. I was an angel, my name is Jasper Whitlock. I was killed in 1863 at the age 20, as I was in the confederate army. When I died, I was told about how the Devil sent his minions to cause chaos on Earth.

When I was told that some angels were sent back to Earth at times to kill the minions, I was eager to take on the job. I froze, I could sense evil. I looked out into the forest, I could see a girl with short black hair, she was pixy like. Her skin was white as snow, her eyes were as red as blood. She wore a dress and high heels as red as her eyes.

It was easy to see she was a seductress, well actually a mortal man would see nothing but a beautiful girl. I stretched my wings out behind me before folding them to my back. I rushed out into the clearing. The girl looked at me, I skidded to a stop. When I killed demon girls, I never noticed their beauty, in fact, I had never thought any of them were beautiful, but now looking at this one...

She smiled, showing off sharp white teeth. "Hello Angel Boy." Her voice was enchanting, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, back it up. Angels were given the ability to ward off the effects of an enchanter's looks and voice, why wasn't working for me? I glared at her, trying to keep my confusion under wraps.

"I request you not call me 'Angel Boy.'" Like she will listen! I thought, Satan's minions were a ruthless and unruly group.

She nodded her head. "If you request."

Didn't see that coming. I struggled slightly to regain my composure. I failed. Epically.

She gave me a small high pitched laugh. "Never thought a demon could be so polite, did you?"

I narrowed my eyes at her musical laugh. She was not a mother demon. Mothers were demons who looked for mortal men to father a child, thus giving Satan a young minion to train. But he only picked platinum blonds with fire red eyes, girls that would be noticeable in a crowd, and when he gave them their first job, they were stuck with that job forever. No, she was not a mother, but a killer.

I growled. "No one will die tonight because of you!" I spat the last word at her.

Her eyes glimmered with amusement. "First of all: Good Job guessing I'm a killer. Second of all: How do you know I'm on a mission?"

I couldn't respond.

She laughed. "You know we're allowed to walk without a mission."

Before I knew it, she was face to face with me. "You know," She purred. "Your kinda cute for an angel." She pecked me on lips quickly, then vanished. Leaving me frozen on the spot. And very confused.