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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LOVED it!! why is Ryan on Caleb's side, though? is Ryan bad? or does he not know that Caleb is after Destiny? and why does Kale have to shut himself off again?!?! Destiny needs him!!!! I can't wait to read more!
this was great.. can`t wait to read more..
why is kale like that?.. :(
and ryan?? on caleb's side??? can`t bealive it...
Thanks guys! You will soon learn about Ryan and Caleb soon
Thanks for reading!
Wow, I've missed alot...this is amazing!!!!
Glad your back Mandi:-) Missed you!
Missed you too...Im soooo happy to be back! I missed my internet lol!
new reader..
wow, wow, wow..
very intense story..
but kale and ryan r buttholes to destiny..
plz keep updated..

Merciless Angle- Chapter 15 (Destiny’s POV)

I streaked down the stairs that led through the abandoned apartment building quickly. I didn’t want to be here another second. Didn’t want to bother him for another second. Angry tears burned in the corners of my eyes, and I desperately tried to hold them back.

As I came to the end of the flights of stairs I entered where the checkout would be. An old desk sat to one side of the empty room, covered in a thick layer of dust. A few old couches were spread out in the room, and some magazines were piled on a small table.

I curiously walked over and picked one up. Dust flew in the air, filling my lungs. I began to choke on the air, and felt my throat burn. Once I regained control I read the cover of the magazine. “Motorcycle Digest” it read, and I looked at the small date in the corner. 1992. The year I was born.

I searched through the pile of the other magazines, all of them dating back to the late 1980’s and early 1990’s. How long had this building been empty? And why? I dropped the magazines back on the table and turned to the entrance. I had to leave before Kale realized I was loitering.

I pushed open one glass door, and smiled to myself when I inhaled fresh air. The night was crisp and clear; or at least as clear as it got in Chicago. Cars and people dotted the streets, giving me a sense of calmness. At least the city hadn’t changed. I began to walk down the street, searching for a cab.

“Destiny!” A male voice called from behind me. I turned around and saw Ryan running through a crowd of people. I bit down my lip as I tried to think of an excuse for being out so late…or early. I wasn’t sure what time it was.

“Um…hey Ryan.” I muttered. He glared at me angrily, fury wavering in his blue eyes.

“Do you have any idea what time it is.” He shouted. I shook my head. “It’s two-thirty in the morning!”

“I’m sorry Ryan…I was just—“

“Just what? Fooling around with Kale?” He spat.

“No. We were just talking.” I defended. His lips twitched with anger, and he grabbed my arm tightly.

“I don’t believe you.” He growled, and he tugged me behind him as he pushed through the street. I pulled against him weakly, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“You are the most irresponsible, stupid girl I have ever known!” He thundered. I didn’t say anything back, I knew it would just make him angrier. He stopped suddenly and I crashed into his back. He opened to a bright yellow car. A familiar yellow car….

“Get in!” Ryan commanded, and he shoved me into the dimly lit car. I stumbled onto the leather seats lined with a silky material.

“Hello again.” A dark voice said from across where I fell onto the back seat. I look up hesitantly to see a black haired boy with black eyes. Caleb.

“Ryan!” I screamed as I back up quickly, smacking my head on the doorframe. Ryan’s arms locked around my waist, and pushed me back into the car.

“Its fine Destiny.” He grunted. I struggled against him, cold fear running through my body. Caleb sat still, smiling.

“Don’t run from me.” He murmured.

“Let me go!” I cried. I finally got out of the car, and wound up in Ryan’s arms.

“Stop!” He ordered, but I disobeyed. I tried to pull away, but he continued to try and shove me back in the car. I didn’t even think; I swung my fist out and caught Ryan in the jaw. He released me and I didn’t wait to see his reaction; I turned and sprinted down the street.

I ran and ran, never stopping. I pushed and shoved my way through people, ignoring their protests and curses. I could barley breathe, my throat was burning like I had swallowed straight bleach. My heart pounded loudly against my chest, like it was trying to break free. I could swear that in the back of my mind I heard the tires of the car spinning after me; but the ;yellow car was nowhere to been scene.

I had to find Grizswald street. I knew it was around here somewhere, and I knew it was where Chase lived. Chase, poor Chase who had been left in complete shock after seeing a guy pick up and carry me away, and another bust through a window to follow us.

I was sure he was mad as hell at me, but I prayed that he would forgive me. He was the only one for me to turn to. The only safe place left. If I could have I would have cried out in joy at the sight of the street, but I was all out of oxygen. I looked frantically for something to show me which house was Chase’s—and luckily I saw his cherry red truck in the driveway of one.

I sprinted up the stairs of the modern beige, house, and rang the doorbell. When there wasn’t an answer in a few seconds, I rang it again and again. Soon my fingers were slamming against the round button as I grunted in anger. Suddenly the oak door swung open.

My eyes fell on a bare, muscular chest, and I felt my face flush. My gaze fluttered up, and met his confused blue eyes. His bleached hair stuck out in all angles, and his face was creased and tired. He looked silly, but still gorgeous.

“Chase!” I exclaimed, and without heed, wrapped my arms around his warm chest. He body flinched back for a second before he relaxed and wrapped his arms around me. My heart throbbed against his chest, and I was sure he could feel it beating.

“Destiny?! What are you doing here?” He sputtered through a dry voice. I pressed my cheek against his flaming shoulder, letting his heat sink through my chilled body. He was so warm and light compared to Kale.

“Oh Chase, I’m so sorry about leaving you in the shop…so much has happened.” I whispered, releasing my grasp on him—a little.

“It’s okay….here come in and warm up, your freezing.” He crooned, and he pulled me inside the house, and lightly closed the door. A dimly lit room surrounded me; furnished in all browns. I let go of Chase, not wanting to seem too eager. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a modern kitchen.

“I’ll get you some water.” He muttered to himself, grabbing a glass off a dishcloth and holding it under the running tap. He passed it to me and I immediately lifted it to my parched lips and chugged it down. It calmed the burning in my throat, and settled my breathing. I set the empty glass on the counter and turned to Chase who stood his arms crossed over his chest.

One blonde eyebrow raised at me, and his eyes seemed to run over me. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” He asked calmly.

Now that my thirst was gone, I could focus on my body’s other needs. I contemplated for a second. My head felt dizzy and erupted with the need for sleep. All my limbs felt rubbery and tingly, like they were about to fall off. I could barely dare to stand for much longer.

“I will, but I’m so tired. I haven’t been sleeping, I’ve been running around and I-I –I feel like I’m going crazy.” I admitted in a thick voice. Chase’s face softened and he took a step towards me.

“Do you want to stay here for the night? My parents are out of town luckily…or they would have called the cops on you for ringing the doorbell like crazy.” He chuckled.

I nodded weakly. “That would be great Chase. And I promise I will explain everything tomorrow.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me across the room.” Wait—what about your brother?” He said suddenly.

“He’s what I’m running from.” I sighed as he half carried me up a set of stairs.

“I’m glad I’m the one you come running too.” He smiled in the dark. I lightly smiled back, not wanting to use up all my energy. Once we reached the top of the stairs that seemed to carry on forever, we turned into a hallway and went through the first door.

It was completely dark except for the moonlight that streamed through a single window on the opposite side of the wall. I could make out a messy bed in the corner of the room, sheets strung across it. Chase pulled me towards it gently, and stopped in front of it.

I zipped down my hoodie and let it fall to the floor, and kicked off my runners. I could feel my vision getting hazy, and I began to sway slowly. I heard Chase chuckle, and he pulled me onto the bed. I was too tired to protest us sleeping the same bed—or maybe I just didn’t care.

He pulled me close to him, and wrapped his arms around me. I felt the silky sheets wrap over my sheen skin, and I could feel the warmth radiation around me. I instantly closed me eyes, and let my mind slip.

Suddenly there was pressure against my lips, a fierce, but soft pressure. Chase’s lips moved across mine slowly and gently. I was too stunned and fatigued to react, so I just stayed still. The kiss ended abruptly and his voice whispered, “Goodnight Destiny.” Then I felt his head lay down on the pillow, and I fell into a darkness of dreams.

Sorry it's so short...but I've been very busy making banners:-) I promise to update again soon, and the next chapter will be very interesting...I promise!


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