The Twilight Saga


Merciless Angel


Fury and vengeance lurked deep in his emerald eyes; piercing into they soul of whoever looked at him. It was his guard against ever letting anyone come in. He acted like he didn't care—that the world meant nothing to him—but I could see the agony and yearning behind the barrier. He would never admit these emotions of weakness though. Because to him showing weakness was worse than death. Live to kill, Kill to live, and love only to suffer, was his personal motto. He said he would never love anyone or anything, because there was nothing left of a soul in his body. But I didn’t believe him for a second. Angels were created to love...and he was an angel...a merciless Angel.

Please note that I started this story a long time ago, and my writing has improved a lot


Hunger. Thirst. Lust. Pain. All unavoidable things. Things that no matter what you do; they come back. Always in the back of your mind like bees--stinging your brain over and over again until you kill them. But some things don’t have to be unavoidable…things like death.

I could avoid death forever; but did I really want too? Did I want to walk this earth forever, searching for something I may never find? Did I want to fight endlessly, never loosing? This city was a clot of death, destruction, unjust behavior, and filled with monsters. Literally. Was this where I wanted to spend eternity? Did I truly want to spend eternity anywhere on this desolate earth?

The answer to all these questions is simply no. I didn't want to walk this earth forever, fighting and killing. I didn't want to stay in this empty city filled with demons. But it doesn’t matter what I want. Because I have to stay in this city and do what I was brought here to do. It’s not my choice…and it never will be. Not everything is about me of course, but the majority of things are.

Chapter 1- (Destiny's POV)

“Destiny, could you please turn your music down for one second and listen to me?” Frank commanded from beside me. I opened my eyes sighing exuberantly in the process, and paused my Ipod before turning to face him.

“What do you want Frank?” I asked, already irritated with the predictable behavior of yet another father figure.

“Don’t talk to me like you’re a pouty five year old; act your age for once.” He grumbled, his perfectly trimmed mustache twitching impatiently.

“Do you even know how old I am?” I challenged innocently. His eyes narrowed resentfully.

“You’re...” He paused, clearly stumped by the question. “...sixteen and much too young to live in Chicago by yourself.”He said a matter-of-factually.

“I’m not living by myself, I’m living with Ryan.” I told him for the fifth time. “Remember, he’s my brother. And by the way, I’m seventeen.” I stated, agitated already. Frank acted like such a know it all, yet he didn't know a thing about me. I clicked the play button on my Ipod and turned it up to block out his angered answer.

I was so sick of Frank. I had only know him for a couple of months, but it was enough of him forever. My mom had gone through many boyfriends in the last few years, and Frank was her latest. He was “stable” as she had put it. He had a retirement fund already, a steady job, and had accomplished so much. My mom thought some stability in life would be good for me.

Of course, like everything she did, she forgot to actually consider what I thought. She never took the time to think about if I even wanted a father, or wanted to meet any of her 'boy toys'. I was used to it by now, because I had met so many, but I still wasn't down with it.

I had moved so many times in the last five years from her crazes that I had actually lost count. I had traveled all over the United States and Canada, never staying anywhere for more than half a year. I never got the chance to make friends, and a boyfriend was completely out of the question.

I would go to school, and pretty much just shut up and do my work. Although sometimes I would start a few fights, disrespect the teachers, or start a fire, they couldn’t punish me because I would already be moving across the country. For the first few moves I had argued with my mom and begged her to stay, but I was accustom to it now.

Truthfully, I was always fine it just being my mom and me, but lately she had suddenly needed companionship, so I would constantly be helping get ready for dates or shopping for 'sexy clothes.' She was like a teenage girl obsessed with boys, except she wasn't actually a teen. Though she was quite young to be a mother.

Her and my dad had 'hooked up' on several occasions when they were young; one time producing my brother, and another time producing me. My mom said we were blessings, but I couldn't believe her. Her life had changed for the worst when she was fifteen, and she had been struggling ever since.

My dad left after I was a few days old, so it wasn't like I missed him. Sure, I wished my mom had someone that would balance her out, but I didn't feel the need for a male presence in my life. One bossy parent was enough.

So that's why I was moving to Chicago to live with Ryan. My mom deserved the chance to let her romance with Frank grow, and I didn't want to be an obstacle. Plus, I was sure it would be easier to live with my almost twin brother. We were the same in spirit and soul, and I was positive we would get along just fine.

Maybe this would be my new beginning. Maybe I would find the thing that would make me fight to stay there. Maybe, and maybe not. It was just a new adventure that I was ready to take on.

“Please fasten your seatbelts, we are preparing to land.” The female attendant’s voice rang over the intercom. I clicked my seatbelt in and got ready to see my newest home.

“This place is a dump.” Frank grumbled, shaking his head as the taxi drove through the cluster of cars. I couldn’t agree in the least.

In this city breathtaking city you could barely tell if it was night or day. All the lights of buildings and billboards twinkled against what part of the dark sky you could see. Throngs of people covered the sidewalks and streets. Every store I had ever heard of seemed to all be on the same street. The skyscrapers towered over all the tiny shops, and the thousands of windows reflected the bright lights.

“It’s…amazing!” I breathed as I continued to look out the window. “Look at all the lights! And the people! Their so colorful and unique!”

“Destiny, be serious! Look at all the homeless people! They cover the street like bugs. And all the prostitutes and gangs! How can anyone want to live here?” He snorted in disgust.

“How can anyone not want to live here? Think of all the cool people you could meet? And all the great parties and concerts?” I half screamed, completely blissful.

“You’re not making me feel any better Destiny. You can’t trust anyone here. Not unless you want to end up in Tokyo missing a kidney.”

“Don’t be so uptight Frank.” I rolled my eyes. I think I had finally found my favorite place in the world. I couldn’t wait to explore this giant city.

“I’m not uptight; I’m just responsible and realistic. I can’t believe your mother agreed to let you live here.” In the reflection of the window I saw him shaking his head still.

“She trusts me. She knows that I’m street smart and I can take care of myself. And she knows that Ryan will help out.” I stated in her defense.

“That boy doesn’t know the difference between drugs and candy.” Frank growled. I turned away from the window to glare at him.

“Did you just diss my brother?” I asked in awe. I loved Ryan more than anything. Ryan was my favorite person in the world, and I had missed him terribly for the last year.

“No, I just told you a fact.”

I sighed loudly and turned back to the window. I just had to get there, then Frank would be out of my life. Well, at least for a while.

“563 Greenwald Street.” The taxi driver announced as he slowed down. I scrambled out of the taxi quickly as it came to a full stop.

“This is where he lives?!!” Frank yelled in surprise. I looked up. I didn’t think it was so bad. It was rundown sure, but it was downtown, and it was better than some places I had lived as a child.

“Yup.” I replied. I opened the trunk of the taxi and grabbed my two suitcases. Frank told the taxi driver to wait for a few minutes while he got me settled in.

“He’s in 3B.” I announced as we entered the building. The inside was worse than the outside. The wallpaper was falling off, green moss piled in the corners, and it looked like it had never been dusted or cleaned. I was sure Frank wanted to say something, but he kept his lips in a tight line.

We climbed up the ancient stairs that felt like they could collapse any second if too much weight was put on them. I tried not to breath, because I was sure that the air mixed with dust and other chemical smelling substances wouldn’t be good for me.

Once we reached the third floor Frank looked like he was going to have a fit right then and there. The hallway had no visible lights, and the floorboards had huge gaps between them that looked like someone had tried to glue them together with gum. It was a comical scene, and I felt like laughing.

“Just take a deep breath.” I said calmly. Not waiting for an answer I walked forward to the door with 3B painted on it. I knocked three times. After a few seconds I heard light steps and then the door opened.

“Ryan!” I yelled. I dropped my suitcases, cringing as the floorboards shifted, and jumped into my brothers arms. His familiar smell soothed every nerve in my body. He smelt musky with a hint of mint.

“Hey baby sister. I missed you.” He whispered into my hair. I pulled back and inspected him. He was taller, probably around 6'1. His hair was shorter than I remembered, put in a spiky style. His eyes seemed a shade of blue darker, but his smile was same.

“I missed you too!” I said, and I gave him another hug.

“Nice to see you again Ryan.” Frank said politely as he stepped forward sticking his meaty hand out awkwardly.

“Always a pleasure.” Ryan said as he shook his hand.

“Nice place you have here.” Frank said sarcastically. Ryan nodded, stifling a laugh.

“Come in.” Ryan said moving to the side, his arm still around my waist. Frank looked over into the small, messy apartment and shook his head.

“Wish I could, but I have a taxi waiting downstairs. And I’m sure Destiny is sick of me.” He said quickly.

“Um…Thanks for bringing me Frank. Tell my mom I will call her tomorrow.” I said civily.

“Sure, sure. Have fun kids.” He urged. He reached out and squeezed my arm then turned back to shuffle down the dark hallway.

I turned to smile at Ryan, and he smiled back. Then he stuck out his hand and gestured to the door.

“Ladies first.”

I grinned, feeling more at home than I ever had before.

*note* All characters are mine, along with the plot and ideas

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Fallen Angel- Chapter 9 (Kale’s Pov)

A high pitched ring throbbed through my head as I sat up from the floor. I could feel the hot blood running down my arms from deep gashes, and the pounding in the places I had been hit. I looked down and groaned as I saw a dagger stuck into my abdomen.

I grabbed it with my hand and pulled it hard. My body twitched from the pain, but it was like a band aid—it only hurt for a few seconds. I threw the dagger across the hardwood floor and held my hand against the wound.

I was stupid—so stupid. I was risking my life for something that meant nothing to me. I told myself I did it just to tick him off, but I knew I did it for another reason. I refused to let myself think about it. To think about her. She was nobody. She was just another thing for me to mess with.

Destiny’s POV

Ryan froze for a second, completely shocked. “What do you need to ask me?” He asked stiffly. I took another deep breath and ignored the fact I felt like I would faint.

“You aren’t the same anymore, there is something different, that you won’t tell me about.” I said shakily.

“There is nothing different about me. I’m exactly the same as always.” He said to harshly. I knew he was lying.

“Don’t lie to me Ryan; I want to know the truth.” I growled. His jaw tightened, and his eyes burned with anger.

“I haven’t lied to you about anything, and there is nothing different about me!” He yelled. I flinched as he took a step toward me.

“I know there is Ryan, you can’t fool me anymore. Start telling me what’s going on or I’m just going to figure it out by myself.” I demanded.

“There is nothing to figure out!” he thundered.

“Fine, I’ll just ask Kale.” I said flatly. His eyes lit up with pure madness and I thought he might hit me or something.

“You stay the hell away from him Destiny. I forbid you to go anywhere near him.” He stated. Shock ran through my body. So Kale did have something to do with it—but what?

“Why? What has ever done to you?” I pressed.

“It doesn’t matter, but if I ever catch you with him—“

“I can do whatever the heck I want Ryan, with whoever. You can’t control me!” I yelled.

“I am responsible for you and I won’t let you—“

“If your responsible for me then why are you drugging me?!” I screamed. I hadn’t meant to bring it up like that, but it just happened.

“What are you talking about?” He spat.

“Those pills you dropped at the party, they make people forget things. Your making me forget things, and I want to know why.” I said angrily.

“Listen Destiny, I have to protect you. It’s my job as your brother. I will protect you by doing whatever it takes.” He said in a low, serious voice.

“You’re protecting me by taking away my memories? Taking away my mind? What are you protecting me from by doing that?!”

“You won’t understand. Your young and naïve.”

“You don’t know I won’t understand. And you will probably just make me forget all of this anyway, so you might as well tell me.”

“No.” He said weakly. The anger bubbled up in me, coursing through my body.

“Well I won’t let you take this away from me. I have a right to my memories, and I won’t let you take them again.” I yelled. I pushed him away as hard as I could, he stumbled and smacked into the wall. I ran as fast as I could to the door and down the stairs.

I would find Kale. He would tell me everything.Of course, finding him wouldn’t be so easy, but I would try. I decided to look at the park first. It seemed like somewhere he would hangout. When I got there I realized how stupid this idea really was.

There were hundreds of people in the park, and thousands in this end of this city. How would I ever find him? I found a bench and sat down. A slight breeze blew around the park, and I watched as the leaves danced in it. I didn’t know what to do. I had to know what was going on, but would Kale even tell me? We didn’t even know each other…at least I didn’t think we did.

“Excuse miss, but do you mind if I sit beside you?” A voice came from beside me. I turned and jumped to my feet. The boy from the car, the yellow car. Memories flashed before my eyes faintly. Sitting in the car, after he took me. Him saying he was going eat me….the sword. The feet on the hood and the sword that went through Lucifer’s head….Blackness.

“Get away from me!”I screamed as I backed away. The pale boy smiled faintly in the evening light and took a step forward.

“I just want to have a little chat.” He said in a low voice. I could sense anger and revenge on his face, but it wasn’t for me.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” I replied in a strong voice. I continued to walk backwards slowly, and he kept coming closer.

“I just want to know where he is.” He hissed. All the politeness was gone, and he looked more threatening than before.

“Where who is?”
Him! Heaven’s reject!” He hissed overtaking the space between us. He grabbed my arm and long nails dug into my skin.

“Let go of me!” I yelled. I tried to pull my arm away, but his grip was like iron. Fury swam in his dark eyes, and I thought for a second he was going to kill me. His eyes went wide for a second as he saw something behind me, and then they flickered back to me.

I stumbled backwards as he released my arm, and pushed me away. “I will find him soon enough.” He whispered and then he was gone. Tears pricked at my eyes I looked down at my wrist. Five slits were engraved in my arms, all of them bleeding.

“Destiny!” Ryan called from behind me. I grasped my wrist with my other hand trying to hide the injury. “Are you crazy? You can’t walk out here alone at night!” He said as he ran up to me.

I nodded and clutched my wrist harder. It was like a fire was burning up my arm, and it was almost unbearable.

“What happened to your arm?” He asked glancing down at it.

Nothing.” I lied. But he knew that something was obviously wrong.

“Show me.” He said in a shaky voice.

I shook my head and slipped my hand behind my back. I was acting childish, but I didn’t have an excuse for what happened.

He grabbed my arm and pulled it forward. I didn’t have the strength left to fight him, I was felt so weak. His eyes widened in horror as he looked at the slits on my wrist.

“Oh God.” He whispered as he gently laid his fingers on the cuts. I flinched as it caused pain throughout my arm. Why wasn’t he asking what happened? What was the big deal anyway; it was just a few cuts. “We have to go home now Destiny.” He ordered and he slipped an arm around my waist.

“But I have to find Kale…”I mumbled.

“Forget Kale right now. All that matters is that we get you home—quickly.”

Thanks for reading! Please comment and tell me what you think!
I absolutely loved it!!!!! what happens next? oh, I can-t wait!!!!!! write more SOON please :D
I will write again soon
she confronted crazy psycho protective brother
what did that dude do to her wrist?
Haha "crazy phycho protective brother"
Love it:-)
is she infected or something by that guy`s nails? and what is he anyway?
ohhh so is she turning into vampire , i hope not. kale is the fallen angel and is ryan in one of a sceret groupe where they exterminate the bad creatures or something.

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