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

Preface-

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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Thanks! I was planning on updating right away! I will definitely check out your fanfiction!
Chapter 2-

The inside of his apartment wasn’t too bad; it was actually kind of comforting that it was messy. I’m a messy person and it was better that he was messy too.

There was a small kitchen on one side, it was old and rusty, but at least I could do a little bit of cooking. Beside the kitchen was a door that led to Ryan’s bedroom, which mostly just had a bed and a small desk in it. The living room had an old couch, a chair and an outdated TV. There was a small bathroom connected to the second bedroom-my new room.

My room was an okay size, the walls were pale blue, and the floor was hardwood. In the left corner there was a small bed with dark blue sheets, and in the right corner was a black dresser complete with an attached mirror. Right beside the door was a small wooden desk a few shelves above it. Not too shabby.

“This is great Ryan.” I said after I had explored the apartment.

“Glad you like it, because I want you to like it here.” He smiled at me from the couch where he was lounging.

“I’m happy if I’m with you.” I replied as I sat beside him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“Do you want to order pizza?”

“I haven’t had pizza in so long! That would be awesome!” I sighed. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me.

“Mom used to let us eat pizza all the time.”
“Not since Frank moved in. Everything has been healthy. No more junk food at all.” I grumbled.

“Are you kidding me? What has Frank done to mom?” He said in fake horror.

“I wish I was kidding. She’s been a totally different person. It’s like she’s become…a real adult!” I laughed.

“Well it’s a good thing you’re here then, or you might have gotten mature.” He chuckled. He got up and called Pizza Hut. I got up off the couch and went to change into something more comfortable. I pulled on a black tank top and black sweats. When I came back Ryan was still on the phone.

He was talking in a low voice ,obviously he didn’t want me to hear. I ducked back into my bedroom, but left the door open so I could hear him.

“I can’t come now….because my sister is here. Just go after him with James. No, I’m sure, if something happens just leave. “He murmured in an angry voice. What was going on? Who was he talking to?

“If you don’t get him tonight I’ll come early tomorrow and we can talk strategy. Rob, do as I say. Now, I have to go before my sister hears.”He growled and he hung up the phone. I walked out of my room casually like nothing had happened.

“Pizza’s gonna be here in a few minutes.” He said without looking at me.

“Okay, I’ll be in my room.” I said and walked back into my room. I wanted to know what was going on.


By the morning I had forgotten about the strange call. It didn’t matter anyway, it wasn’t my business. I got up shortly after ten, and had a long, hot shower. After, I went through my suitcases that weren’t unpacked yet, and pulled some clothes out. I decided on a black hoodie, and some skinny jeans. My usual wear.



When I went into the kitchen I saw a note on the table.

Destiny,
Had to go out and meet some friends. Go out and explore the city, but be careful! I’ll see you around diner time.
-Ryan


I could deal with that. I wanted to go out and check out some of the city anyway. I grabbed a couple of 20$ bills from my wallet and stuck them in my pocket. I would eat breakfast out.

Around the apartment there wasn’t much, just more rundown buildings. About three blocks away there was a Tim Horton’s. Inside it wasn’t very busy. A few old people, and a few middle aged guys discussing the latest hockey game.

I went up to the counter and ordered a coffee and a doughnut. I sat down at a small table in the corner. As I began to eat my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. The screen said it was my mom calling. I answered.

“Hey mom.”

“Hello Des.” Her sweet voice was calming. As much as I loved it here, I missed my mom. “How’s Chicago? “



“It’s amazing! It’s so colorful, and it’s so big! I can’t wait to explore it!” I sighed.
“That’s good, but don’t forgot about school too hon, that was the whole reason for you to go to Chicago.” She said in a strict tone.

“I know mom, I’m excited for school to.” I said honestly. I couldn’t wait for Monday, I was going to go to a special art school.

“Well, I just wanted to check up on and make sure your okay.”

“I’m fine mom, really.” I said softly.


“I’ll let you go then, call me soon.”
“Sure will.” I said. Then she hung up. I stuffed my phone back into my pocket and looked out the window. Across the street something caught my eye.

A boy stood there, but not just any boy. His eyes were the brightest green I had ever seen, and their intensity made his skin look pale, almost white. His dark hair was long and partially fell over his eyes. He looked up at me and met my eyes.

I couldn’t breathe or move. I couldn’t do anything. Everything inside of me froze, and my brain stopped. As sudden as it began, it stopped. Suddenly he was gone. I blinked and shook my shook my head. Nothing changed. The place where he was standing was abandoned, and there was no one around.

I rubbed my temples with my hands and drank some more coffee. I was just imagining things because I was tired. There was no green eyes boy. For some reason that thought made my heart fill with pain.
Love it cant wait for more!
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its a really interesting story, I Love it! can't wait to read more!
You live in Chicago?! That's so awesome! THats where I have always wanted to live!:-)
haha I'm hoping to move there one day:-)
In Alberta, in Canada lol. Yeppers, live in a hamlet...which is smaller than a town. No stores, and only a elementary school. Fun, fun fun.
Hey, I live in Alberta too!!!! And I know how you feel, I used to live in Edgerton, try googling it and see what doesn't come up.lol
Wow this is amazing. I am definanetly hooked.
Writing skills are amazing,grammer blah blah all that English class stuff.
How you set up your story and stuff. Whoaaa.
Ooh, wonder what her borthers up to? I like her. She's very like me :P
And is the guy an angel foreal? Can't wait to you updatee!:D
Please update me.
-Genesis:D
Thanks! That really means a lot to me that you like it! I will update soon, and I promise I will tell you:-)
this is good! keep writing, please ^_^

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