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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Aww poor kale,hope he can be happy wiit destiny,caleb is..(smfh) WOowSZ niic3 chapter..lyk hOw Kale iisz oOpeniiNGq uHp O2 her OMq sOul-sucking demons!!
Sorry it's short but I just wanted to give you guys a little update because I'm not sure when I will update again. My internet is being really picky lately due to all the blizzards that have been going on. But as soon as it starts working again, I promise to update. Hope you enjoy the chapter:-)

Merciless Angel- Chapter 14 (Ryan’s POV)

5:30.6:30.7:30. 8:30.The hours ticked by sluggishly. Destiny was never back later than seven. I tried calling her cell phone but it said she was out of the service area. There was no way for me to know if she was okay.

I didn’t think I had ever worried about someone so much in my life. Every time she left for school I could feel the worry bubbling up in my chest. She had no way of defending herself in a city like this—filled with sick people. She could be dead right now for all I knew. It was making me crazy.

Ring. Ring. Ring. The house phone shrilled from across the room. I jumped to my feet and scrambled across the living room. I snatched the cordless phone off the dirty counter and pressed talk.

“Destiny?” I said breathlessly. I prayed that it would be her telling me that she was okay.

“No. It’s Caleb.”A familiar male voice said. I cursed under my breath.

“What do you want?” I said bitterly. “Is there any news?”


“Well tell me!” I spat, my patience wearing thin.

“I had a little run in with our fallen angel.” He said, emphasizing each word.

My heart began to race. “When? What happened?”

“About two hours ago. I chased him down—and he had Destiny with him.” He said grimly.


“Yup. And we struggled in the alley for a while. I almost had him, but then your damn sister got in the way.” He sighed sourly. “He almost got me. But I lived.”

“What the hell was he doing with Destiny?”

“I don’t know Ryan, but he was pretty protective over her. And I’m sure she’s with him right now.”

“No. I told her to stay away from him.” I said unconvincingly.

“And you think that will stop a teenager girl? Telling her not to do something?” He chuckled.

“Don’t joke about this.” I sneered.

“Sorry, but you obviously don’t know your sister if you think she will listen too you.”

“Where are they?” I said, changing the subject.

“I don’t know for sure…but I think I might have a location.” He said proudly.

“I’ll meet you at the park in ten.” I said, then hung up the phone. I was going to kill him. I was going to kill Kale Reynolds.

(Destiny’s POV)

“What do you mean by soul-sucking demons?” I asked wearily. I had already absorbed so much that was unbelievable; I wasn’t sure if I could stand any more.

“I mean literally a soul -sucking demon.” He repeated. A cool breeze blew through the open window, biting my skin. But it was impossible for me to feel cold in Kale’s arms. I still couldn’t believe that he had gone from completely closed in, to open with me.

“Help me understand. Please.” I begged.

“Their like…vampires. But a thousand times worse. Their faster and stronger than humans, and definitely smarter. But unlike vampires they don’t get their meals from blood. They get it from human energy. From human life.” He concluded.

“Like chi?” I said, half- joking.

“Yes, like chi. They have a certain venom that is produced in their eyes, and when they flash silver it releases it. The venom paralyzes you and then they suck your energy out. And they don’t care about human life at all. They kill people by the hundreds to satisfy their thirst.”

I struggled with words. I didn’t know if I could believe this…or even if I wanted too. “Look Destiny; I don’t care if you believe me. I don’t care if you think I’m insane. You wanted to know what was going on—and now you know. The world isn’t the same as most people think it is. It’s a sick place filled with unbelievable things. Nothing is sane anymore.”

I still couldn’t say anything. Was it possible that the line between supernatural and reality wasn’t as broad as I thought? Could it be possible that the two worlds were more intertwined than anyone thought?

“Like I said, I don’t care what you think.” He spat, and pushed me away gently. His arms detangled from my waist, and slid into his pockets.

“Kale-“ I said, feeling pained that he had pushed me away. I could feel his walls sliding back into place, and I could sense his distance.

“Don’t. I’ve told you what you wanted to know. I don’t owe you anything. So why don’t you just leave and go back to your brother.” He said harshly. He picked up his shirt from the floor and began to put it on. I realized that the wings were now gone, and the room seemed empty again.

“I’m sorry, but this is hard to take in.” I whimpered.

“I don’t care about how hard it is to believe! I don’t care about a damn thing you think. I just don’t want to have to owe you anything. I don’t even want to see you again on my free will. So get out!” He yelled.

My heart seemed to fall out of place and slip to the floor. Tears pricked at my eyes and threatened to overflow. I turned around slowly, and walked towards the door. As I unlocked it I heard Kale shuffling up the hole in the roof. Without saying a word I slipped out the door and headed home.
Ryan is going to kill her!!
oh no!!!!!!!!! Kale can't do that to her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *tear*
OMG!!!! post more asap!!!!!! :D
Thanks, I'll post again soon:-)
Oh that is so sad! I wish he wouldn't have borke her heart like that. But he was kinda harsh. But how the heck did Caleb survive?
I love this story.!!! Why does Kale always have to push her away? He sounds really, really hot, though.
what the hell why is ryan talkin to the soul sucking demons!!!!
amazing chapter please please please post more as soon as possible
:) Gii x
It will all be revealed soon:0
Thanks Jess! I love it!! Not at all crappy!
Argg Kale is so unstable! Why????


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