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

Tags: Angel, Fallen, Merciless, Non-Twilight, related

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Thanks Mother Esme! It means a lot to me that you read my story and get involved with the charectors! I will update soon, I promise!
Okay...I was freakin out when Kale fell to the OMG lol...and then he healed really fast and was like phew LOL...Im concerned about Chase he really a good guy? I hope so...but when Destiny backed into the counter and he seemed to be more angry than concerned about why Destiny backed away from him in fear...duh nuh nuh nuh *dramatic music* lol...Your story gets better and better,...can't wait for more!
Thank you Mandi!
i just loved it :D
wow, what a twist..
luved it..
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woooooooooooooooooow that was great post more soon
i loved it so sad i liked chase i really did but niow hes a monster and kale well hes just as stupid as other guys cuz he wont admit destinys the girl he likes and that shes changing him
lurved it!
omg!!! i love it!!! i knew she should be with kale! something just wasnt quite right with chase.

post more soon!!!!
Wow I'm impressed you're a very good writer please start writing its killin me
Love Elizabeth
I love this! I knew Chase was bad!!
iim impressed,wo0wsz krazii chapter...still luv yhr story.(juSS betta nd betta).really hope Ryan does protect her and not try and hurt her like before +Kale needs to just admit he has feelinqsz 4 her,pssh men these days. lolsz cnt wait o04 more

Merciless Angel- Chapter 18 (Destiny’s POV)

“Home sweet home.” Ryan sighed as he kicked the door open to the disheveled apartment. Everything looked the same, but it felt so different. It seemed like I hadn’t been in here in years, but I had been here only yesterday. There was a new feeling for me here…a feeling of uncertainty. Like I didn’t know what to expect anymore.

Ryan looked at me cheerfully, like nothing had happened. Like we had just come home from a normal day. His blue eyes shone with bliss but I could see the worry behind them. I could also tell he slumped a little more than usual, like he was tired. And he had dark purple bags under his eyes.

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up, and I’ll make something to eat.” He smiled, rubbing my shoulder soothingly before dropping it back down to his side. Wordlessly, I pulled from his touch and walked towards my room, slamming the door behind me.

The room was still cluttered, and clothes dotted the floor. I stepped over the mess and flopped onto the silky sheets of my bed. It was warm and inviting, but I knew I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t do anything anymore without worrying if it was the last thing I would ever do. There was no certainty left in my left—everything was unpredictable.

I stood from the bed and strode towards the window. The street below was busy and pedestrians walked freely across the cracked sidewalks. They all lives with their own problems…their own fears. But did any of them have problems like me? Problems involving life-sucking monsters? Was any of this normal? Did normal even exist for me anymore?

Gnawing on my thoughts I sat on the cold sill of the window and laid my head in my hands, letting the tears flow. Life as I knew it was gone. I had no friends or family left to turn to. No allies. It was just me against the world.

I lifted my head and through blurry eyes glanced out the window. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a pale boy with green eyes dressed all in black across the street. I climbed to my knees and pressed my hands against the window—trying to get a closer look. But in the next second the blur of a person was gone.

With no hope left I got up and stifled through the piles of clothes. I found a pair of black yoga pants and a dark red t-shirt. Without much thought I peeled off my other clothes, took a quick shower, and pulled the fresh clothes on. I looked in the mirror at my puffy red eyes and grim expression. Pitiful.

I sighed and headed towards the kitchen. Ryan was bending over a pot on the outdated stove, humming quietly. I sat down at the counter and fiddled with my hands. He turned around and jumped slightly at the sight of me.

“God, you scared me Des.” He chuckled, placing the steaming pot of kraft dinner on a coaster. He grabbed two bowls from the shelf and filled them with the yellow delight. He sat beside me and pushed me a bowl. I ate absently, on the brink of tears.

How could I pretend that everything was alright when it wasn’t even close to okay? I stood up, the stool squealing across the floor. I slammed my wrist into the bowl of noodles, splattering it against the ground and counter.

“I can’t do it! I can’t pretend anymore.” I screamed. Ryan’s jaw dropped in surprise as he stared at me. “I can’t pretend that what happened didn’t happen.”

“I don’t expect you too.” He said simply.

“Tell me what is going on right now. Why are you hanging out with Caleb? How come you hate Kale? And what the hell is up with Soulblazers?” I cried, my voice getting higher and higher.

Ryan stood up and towered over me. “Be quiet will you? We have neighbors.” He growled.

“No.” I replied. “I won’t be quiet until you tell me what is going on!”

His face flushed with anger and anxiety. “Look, all you need to know is that Kale is bad, and you don’t hang out with him. Never. And that you can trust me and Caleb. That’s it.” He grumbled. I shook my head fiercely.

“That’s not good enough. I want to know about Soulblazers.” I demanded. Ryan’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Who told you about Soulblazers?” He asked. But before I could answer he groaned. “The damn reject told you didn’t he?”

“Who?” I questioned, confused at the odd name.

“Kale. The reject.” He spat.

“Why do you call him that?” I asked wearily, though I was sure I already knew the answer.

“It doesn’t matter. Did he tell you or not?” He thundered.

“Yes, because I have a right to know!” I yelled. Ryan’s arms suddenly shot out and grasped around my mine.

“Destiny. I promised myself that when you came here I wouldn’t let you get caught up in this. But even though I tried as hard as I could to prevent it, he got to you. So let me fix it.” He pleaded, his eyes wavering.

“F-fix it?”

“Yes. All you have to do is take a little pill.” He explained. I felt my face go into a mask of horror.

“No! You’re not taking away my memories!” I exclaimed. I would never let anyone do that to me ever again.

“Yes. I am.” He argued, and he dragged me around the counter. I grabbed the edge and tried to free myself from him.


“Don’t fight me Destiny!” He grunted, reaching for a orange container of pills from the counter. I pulled against
him with all my strength and tried to shake him off.

“You’re taking them whether you want to or not!” He yelled in a rage. With one strong tug he pulled me against the counter beside him and he fiddled with the container. One of his muscular arms wrapped around my waist and held
me against him.

“Stop!” I protested, but I knew I was fighting a losing battle.

His hand latched around my jaw and tore my mouth open. I dug my nails into the skin of his arm but he didn’t even flinch. With his other hand he pressed a cold, hard pill into my mouth. I tried to push it back out by his hand covered my mouth.

I screamed through a closed mouth but his hold didn’t waver. I could feel the pill dissolving from the spit in my mouth and a fowl taste filled my mouth. I knew I would have to swallow sometime, and then my memories would be wretched from me.

All of a sudden there was a knock at the door. Ryan froze and I took my chance and yanked away from him. He glared at me as I spat the pill into the sink right away. He romped to the door and threw it open.

I saw his expression change from pissed to shock. His eyes widened and his mouth tried to form words. I had to restrain myself from running out the door and into freedom, but I had no idea who was there. The excitement was nearly
killing me. Who was at the door?

I heard a female chuckle from the other side of the door and it sounded vaguely familiar….After a few seconds Ryan’s mouth could finally form words. But he only said one word.

“Mom?” He breathed.

(Kale’s POV)

I had to figure out what my next move was going to be. I had to figure out how to take the fight straight to the main source—to Ryan. I couldn’t just charge…that would be impossible to win. But I couldn’t make it much longer living with all of them in this city. One of us had to give in and die…and soon.

There was also Destiny to factor in. If I had her, then Ryan wouldn’t dare to attack me with fear of me killing her. Of course, I really wouldn’t, but he didn’t know that. But the real question was; would she come with me against her brother?

Did she know about him yet? Or did he drug her again? And even if she knows what he really is, would she side with me after what I said to her? Does she even care for me?

I silently cursed myself for being so weak. Who cared if she wanted to help me? I was stronger and faster and I could overpower her anytime. I could just charge in and take her for myself. No problems.

Then I realized something. I had no idea where she was. She could be anywhere right now. Anywhere in this falling city. I guess the first place to check to was her apartment. But that meant most likely running into Ryan. I decided it was worth the risk to be able to have on my side. This was my last hope. My last chance.

I sat impatiently in the back of the taxi, hands clenched into tight fists. It was so inconvenient to not be able to fly during the day, and having to take such slow transportation. The taxi driver kept glancing into the back seat at my angered expression. It was starting to get on my nerves.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” I said bitterly as he glanced at me for the tenth time. His cheeks flushed and he drove faster. After what seemed an eternity he pulled up in front of Destiny’s apartment. I threw two twenties into the front seat and leapt out of the vehicle.

I circled around the building until I found the emergency stairs that led from every apartment. I jogged up them quickly and quietly, glancing into windows looking for any sign of her or Ryan. When I got to the third floor I saw Ryan, Destiny, and a strange woman sitting in a messy apartment.

I quickly leapt from the stairs and grabbed onto the side of the building. Not looking down, I pulled myself across the brick wall. When I came to another window I glanced in stealthily. Empty. The room had girl clothes strewn everywhere, and makeup cluttered the counters. It had to be Destiny’s room.

I dimly remembered returning her picture to her room a few weeks before. I remember stealing it from Ryan and sneaking it into her room while she was sleeping .That was back when I barely knew her—when she was a mysterious stranger.

I dug my fingers under the off-white pane and pulled up. With an almost silent creak the glass lifted and stepped through. I left the window open just in case I had to make an emergency escape. I glanced around the room; looking for a hiding place.

There were sudden footsteps coming towards the room; moving quickly. I felt my heartbeat quicken as I hastily ran behind the closed door. It was probably the worst place to hide; but I had no other options. As I held my breath, the door opened.


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