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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Lol! think that he should choose Destiny cause she makes himm stronger but then again he makes him weaker too cause when ur in a fight u have to worry about the fight instead of your loved 1s. Plus I think there is some way that he can save Destiny and still kill Faust.
Thanks guys.
THIS IS CRAZY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;O
i cnt blv it!!!
i luv it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
bt y did u kil al of dem???????????????even destiny!!!!
is he goin to save her or da humanity???????????? write soon please
OH GOD! POOR KALE!!!!! I have no idea what i would choose......poor guy......I hope he makes the right choice.........=[ My heart pours out to you Kale..
OHMIGOD!!!!!!!!!!! That was A-MAZ-ING!!!!!!!! Write more soon, please, and don't let Destiny die! Please, oh, please, oh, please!
Haha thanks guys.
I appreatice you taking the time to read!
ZOMG! :O choose destiny! :'o but wait... im not really getting the choice will kale become human or something and how? and how will he save des? :S
No, he can either choose to save Destiny, and let Faust go, or fight faust (and if he won it would save Humanity) but then Destiny would die.
Gau.......O.O.......THAT WAS FREAKING AMAZING!!!!!!!!!! Can't wait for the epiloge!
To every single one of my amazing readers;

Thank you guys so much! I cannot express how much all of you mean to me! Without your support and heartwarming comments this story never would have taken off. This story has taught me so much not only about writing, but also about myself! My personality and input has really made this story what it is, and I've learned how I would react to certain things. And I really appreciate every single comment that you guys have left me; whether it was short, or long. I read every one, and smile at each. These characters, and this story would never exist without you guys.

Something I wanted to add that you guys may not have all known, was the background to Merciless Angel. One night, almost a year ago, at around midnight; I woke up with this random idea in my head. It was just a scene of an angel boy covered in blood, holding a dead girl. The angel was crying endlessly, and he knew that the only way to save her was to sacrifice himself. Then the angel cut his heart open with a dagger, and the blood spilled across the girl, and somehow saved her. No other details were nailed out, but I just wanted to remember it. And that, is how Merciless Angel was created. Thought, some of you might remember it being called Fallen Angel at the start. I changed the name halfway through because I thought Merciless Angel was more appropriate. I've decided to make the official name: The Fallen Angel Series; Merciless Angel.

As for the sequel, it will be called: The Fallen Angel Series: Forsaken Angel. It will be an even more dramatic, intense, action packed, love story than Merciless Angel. I promise you all that it will be hundred times more put together, and just better than Merciless Angel. I'm going to try to get it up within the next week, but if I don't, please don't give up on me. I will get up as soon as possible.

Thanks again guys for all your support! I love you all, and if you guys never need anything don't hesitate to ask!

Sincerely, RussetWolfLuv (A.K.A Russet)

Here is the picture that inspired it all! I didn't show it before because it would have ruined the ending!

Now enjoy the epilouge!

Merciless Angel- Epilogue

He saw a glinting out of the corner of his blurry eyes that was shining from the cold, dead, hand of a fallen ally. It was a single light in the pit of despair and sorrow he was trapped in. He reached over shakily, grasping the unforgiving metal of the delicate dagger handle in his warm hand. The undeniable cold seemed a thousand times more fierce on the surface of the metal as it sunk through his rough skin, chilling his bones to the core. It felt heavy and abnormal in his hands; but at the same time it fit in the crevices of his palm perfectly. Like it was molded for him alone.

He looked down at her unresponsive body again, letting the immediate ache in his heart take over his body. The tears were so hot and plentiful it felt like he was drowning in them. They burned all the cuts and wounds on his face, spreading a fire through his nerves. They fell to the ground one at a time, creating a tiny rainstorm below him.

“I l-love you Destiny. I a-always d-did. I'm so s-sorry I didn't tell you all the time. I love you.” He stuttered with more purity in his words than ever before. His heart wished so badly for her to wake up and say it back—to assure him again that she felt the same—but she never did. It nearly shattered his heart all over again that she had said it before, but he had been to scared to answer.

He gripped her limp hand in his and kissed it tenderly once, still feeling a spark in his body from her sweet skin. He let her hand fall back down beside her torso and he knew it was time. It was time for him to make the ultimate sacrifice. Humanity would have to wait, because he had made his choice.

He turned the knife around so it was pointing towards himself in his hand. With a deep and agonizing breath he cleansed himself. With his free hand he gently pulled his blood soaked t-shirt off to reveal his bare and bloody chest. He pressed the tip of the dagger to his chest above his heart. It slammed wetly against his skin, pounding loudly. He shut his eyes, letting his eyelashes stick together with the watery tears. He could have just tried to cut his finger, but he didn't want to cut corners with this. He would spill all his blood if he had to, just to save her.

“Forgive me, for I have sinned.” He whispered, just as he dug the dagger as hard as he could into his body. It ripped through the flesh easily, digging into his insides. He moaned with pain, but continued to drag the knife in a straight line down his chest. The convulsions of heat contracted through his body heavily, turning his breathing into mangled screams.

The blood ran down his chest, and landed in large drops onto her white skin, staining it diligently. It created a bright contrast as it painted the snow around him as well, making a mark of where they lay. It trickled down her arms and torso; flames against a blank easel.

As the last of his energy drained out with his sacrifice of blood he was forced to the ground beside her. He could feel nothing in his body anymore, except the black that was starting to creep into his vision. He stared up at her angelic face, and he began to feel a calm warmth in his body as he faded away. Please, please, help her. Please....He begged to an invisible force.

With a final burst of strength, he reached up and took her soft hand in his. The last serenity of her touch was all he needed to fade away in peace. Life, or death, he knew he did all he could. Life or death, he would always love her. Life or death, Destiny was his angel. And he had finally accepted it.

As the dark vortex closed in on his eyes and the shadows pulled him in, he felt something that made his broken heart pull together to make a synchronized beat. A single twitch of her fingers under his that sent fire to his blackened soul. And then, just as the darkness overtook him completely; he heard a soft breathing—the breathing of life from the lips of an angel.

Merciless Angel
Also, here is a preview at the charactors that are going to be in Forsaken Angel!

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