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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I'll update soon I promise
I really like your story
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Just started reading this story:)
Let me tell you this, it is amazing.
I really like it, and I can't wait for the next chapter. Keep me updated. I will add you as a friend=]
Chapter 5-
Somehow I fell asleep last night at around two in the morning. When I got up it was raining outside, and I instantly felt like going back to sleep. I glanced at the alarm clock and jumped up with shock. It was already 8:30, and I had to be at the school at 9.

I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I yanked a brush through my long brown hair, and splashed water on my face. I ran back to my room and threw on black and red leggings, black shorts and a red shirt. I sprinted to the kitchen, grabbed my backpack and an apple and ran to the door.

Crap! I forget to grab an umbrella! I cursed myself as I jogged down the street slowly getting wet. I would have to get a car or something, I couldn’t afford a taxi every day, and I couldn’t walk. I checked my cell phone, 8:50. I had ten minutes, and four blocks left to the school.

The school was beautiful, just like everything else in Chicago, and I regretted not having more time to admire it in the rain. It was new and modern, the interior and exterior were both set to the colors black, white and beige.

Inside, to the right there was a giant glass secretary desk, with a young lady sitting behind a brand new computer. She was wearing a tight black dress, five inch heels, and her strawberry blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun.

Looking around, and at her, I felt way underdressed. Every other school I had been to was very casual, and very overpopulated. This school was obviously very prestige, and a person like me didn’t belong here.

I used what was left of my courage and walked up to the desk. The lady looked up and down me, a disapproving look on her face. I crossed my arms across my chest and cleared my throat. Embarrassed, she looked up at me, and smiled a fake smile.

“Can I help you? Are you lost?” She said in a nasal voice. I felt my anger rising up in my chest, but I shoved it back down. It was my first day at school, and I wouldn’t screw it up.

“No, I’m Destiny Sanders; this is my first day here.” I said softly. She clicked on something on her computer and began typing with long, fake fingernails.

“Ah, yes, Ms. Sanders, running a little late?” She stated as she slowly got up out of her chair. She smoothed her dress and walked around the desk.

“Yah, I guess I am.” I replied, glancing at the crystal framed clock on the white wall. 9:03.

“Well come this way and I will show you to your classroom.” She began to walk away, her heels clicking against the marble floor. I followed her, my sneakers squeaking on the floor. I looked behind me at the small puddle that had formed where I was standing.

We went up a case of carpeted stairs, and down a hallway with many doors, finally entering the last one on the left. She gestured with her hands at the door, and then walked back down the hall. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door and went in.

“Take a seat over there by Chase and Janice.” Mr. Smith said, placing his hand on the small of my back, and letting it linger there. A chill ran down my spine as he smiled at me, not in the way a teacher does, but in the way a middle-aged man looks at a teenager he clearly thinks he has a chance with.

I had to bite my lip to stop myself from shuddering. Mr. Smith was in all just a creepy guy. I could tell he wore a hair thickening gel, I could see the bubbles of the gel in the florescent lights, and he had a whitening strip on his teeth, and wore cologne that was definitely outdated.

I quickly walked over to the seat, beside a gothic looking girl, with way to many piercings, and a ‘hot’ guy. He wasn’t my type, but in a high school movie he would be the jock. His hair looked like it took him way too long to style, and the bleach blonde was fading. His muscles were nice, but weren’t too much to rant about. I was sure he would boast about them for sure.

“Hey there hot stuff.” He said raising his eyebrows as I sat down. He nodded his head as he looked up and down my body just like the secretary had, but this was just a bit more….observant. I sucked in my breath, and turned to face the front trying to ignore him.

“Destiny, we were just about to do our first assignment, sketch anything you want. Just make sure it’s in color and something appropriate.” He said glancing at Chase. I nodded. Easy enough. I grabbed my sketch pad and pencils.

The class was small, only around fifteen of us, boys and girls. After everyone began to start working, Mr. Smith left. “So where you from?” Chase asked, and I turned to face him.

“I’m from California.” I said as I turned back to my blank paper. I had no idea what to draw.

“That’s probably why you are so damn hot, everyone from California is hot.” He said. I couldn’t deny that he was kinda charming; I hadn’t been hit on in a while. Even though it was disgusting.

“Where are you from?” I asked.

“Grew up right here in Chicago.” He said proudly. I envied him. I would give anything to live here forever…maybe I would. For the rest of the day I chatted with Chase, and waited for inspiration…but it didn’t come.

At the end of the day I still had nothing on my paper, and it would be due tomorrow. As soon as we were dismissed I left, I didn’t want to socialize anymore. It was still raining outside, but I didn’t mind it so much anymore.

The streets were empty on my way home, only a few people and cars. Out of nowhere I suddenly got the image of the green-eyed boy in my head, and I sprinted home the rest of the way. As soon as I came in the door I through my backpack down and got to work on my sketch.

For hours I worked without stopping, without even double checking my work, I just let my fingers work. I was disrupted my brother opening the door.

“What are you doing Destiny?” He asked as he walked over to me sitting on the floor. He crouched beside me and looked at my picture. It was done, and it was the best thing I had even drawn. The pencil marks were precise, and it really looked like he was alive.

I turned to look at Ryan, and I saw shock and anger on his face. “What’s wrong Ryan?” I asked. He shook his head and his face went blank. He stood up slowly.

“Nothing, I’m just…tired.” He turned and walked into his bedroom, slamming the door. I turned back to my picture. The boy was so beautiful…I wished he was real. I ran my fingers across the picture and felt pain in my heart. He looked like an angel. A real angel.

Destiny's Sketch
But the teacher said in color... lol.
Anywho I liked this chapter. It was funyn with the whole line of,
'I couldn’t deny that he was kinda charming; I hadn’t been hit on in a while. Even though it was disgusting.'
-Haha, hilarious. That is true for every girl who gets hit on. It kind of charming but then again weird and disgusting lmao:)
Write again soon:)
Haha I know, it's sooo true, that's why I put it in there:-)


I'm new reading your story and I think it's fantastic. Is that your own drawing?

If it is let me tell you that you are very talented:)



i love the picture!! i like your story and i wonder where ryan knows the boy from and what has he got to do with him??(he obviously knows the face otherwise he wouldn`t have reacted this way)
I know, I love the picture too! It's so....intense!


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