Author's note: Okay, this is my first story ever, so don't be too hard on us...
Oh yes, Jarcarga and I are writing this together...well actually she's writing half of it.
But then again this is Jarcarga's fifth story, and the other four are all Twilight so, I guess she has every right to take control.
Vampires, Lies and Revenge.
Life is never fair...And perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not.
I noticed every guy in the hall staring at either my chest or ass. I had given up glaring at them a long time ago, because they would always smile back and think I'm playing hard-to-get.
I had also given up on revenge. I no longer thought 'oh if Edward were here' because he wasn't. He left a century ago.
He had changed me, and we had been living together for at least ten years when he left.
I'm a 127 year old vampire, my boyfriend left me 100 years ago, but his family stayed with me. No one, not even Alice, knew why my used-to-be-angel had left.
Used to be. No, I do not mean I've found someone else. I simply mean he is no longer here. For good.
So how can he be my angel when he isn't here? When I haven't even seen him for a century.
When he abandons me.
How could all this truly be over a little fight?
Author's Note: Please excuse the extreme...shortness. This is just the Prologue. We should have the first real chapter up in a couple days. Review, please! It would mean oh-so-much to me (for my first story ever) and my sister, Jarcarga, (Fifth Twilight story).