A/N: Just for the record the title of this story popped into my head when watching session 26 of Cowboy bebop, and when looking at a Vicious Wallpaper I have that says, 'Angels who have fallen from heaven have no choice but to become demons. Isn't that so Spike?' Also, this may be a turnoff but bear with me, the preliminary foundation for Alanna came from the character Faith on Buffy several years ago. And you may find some quotes from video games, but I don't own any of them, neither do I claim to. So without further adue, read on…

Prologue

What makes a good movie? Murder, mystery, and intrigue. In that case I guess any trip to the bathroom for me is more entertaining than most movies. Who am I and why would I make such a claim? Although most people know me as the dark-haired, black clad, moody, intelligent senior at Wethridge High, the truth is, I'm an angel. More specifically, I'm the angel of death.

Don't believe me? I don't doubt that. The only people that have seen me in my true form are all dead. My own sister didn't believe me when I said who we were up until she began finding feathers in her bed at night. I suppose she and I were created many years ago, but neither of us remembers much about heaven. I do know for a fact that I was arrived here on earth eighteen years ago, born to Eileen Alexander and her husband's best friend, Arturo Phillips. Ten months later Dana, our mother's first child with her husband David, joined me here. She's an angel too and she's also the angel of death.

Why are there two of us? Simple. People envision the angel of death two ways. The first one is the blonde, blue-eyed, cherubic, baby-faced, innocent maiden who holds your hand and guides you peacefully to heaven. The second is the red-eyed, fearsome, crazed, hard-assed bitch who would cut your heart out of your body. Take a wild guess which one I am? Right. I'm the violent part of death that people fear. Dana is the type of death that most people want, but in this day and age never attain.

As high school seniors we both try to live normal lives as much as possible, but it's hard when we keep getting whisked away to take someone's life. It's something I've done since I was an infant. If you blinked once while staring down a gun barrel, you may have seen a two-month-old baby clutching the gun, but the vision would've quickly faded.

We're partners Dana and I, she is light and I am darkness. One of us cannot exist without the other, but while she is pure and has a clean conscience, no matter how often I wash, tiny flecks of crimson stain my wings. Although we're fully angel, we still have human thoughts and feelings. We hope and dream, we cry and have nightmares. We love and hate. Because of the amount of time we spend among humans, and the interaction we have with them at their weakest, we pick up more easily on what it means to be human than other angels would.

I bet you don't even believe in guardian angels, but they're there, always by your side, guarding your path from danger until it's time for me or my sister to take you either to eternal rest or torment.

I have an aversion to most humans and building relationships with them, mostly because I'll soon lead them to their doom. I've touched the life of every person in the small town of Wethridge, bringing with me death and grief. My sister however, has no such drawback, she makes friends on a whim, especially with guys, and easily slides from relationship to relationship.

Humans are interesting creatures, particularly in their youth. They are such carefree mortals, never afraid of death, and always ready to trust, unless I've touched their lives early, then they keep to themselves, and lash out at anyone who would dare penetrate their bubble of personal space. It's ironic how I managed to turn these people into me without them even having a clue.

My sister and I hardly ever get along. I am the personification of morbidity and moodiness, while she is the epitome of happiness on most occasions. I never expected that one day she would be the only person in my life I could count on, but the day came without a warning, like a thief in the night…