A/N: I wrote this story early this year, when I was going through some problems of my own. I wanted to try writing something different to everything I've ever written. Something dark, and with very little almost no romance. So, here it is. It was my first ever Twilight Fanfiction. I hope you enjoy reading it, as much I did writing it. This does contain OCs, because I didn't want to mess around with what was in the books. I will be adding all the chapters I've written all together, then finishing it gradually.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Saga, that belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Only the OCs belong to me.
To live eternity forgetting about the past, or get revenge to go on to those later centuries in peace... I think I would choose the revenge part. Somethings can't be forgiven. In some cases, a eye for an eye.
I don't regret tracking him to Arizona, I had to get my revenge, the asshole deserved it. I held my knife in my hand, I was going to stab it right in that dumbass' gut. Not that he'd feel it, I just wanted the satisfaction of knowing that I came close to doing what he did to me. I'd come alone, leaving Nayte back at the hotel.
I stood on the higher balcony above the ballet studio, watching him toy with Bella Swan, like a cat toys with a mouse before they go in for the kill. I smirked, as I crouched, ready to leap over the balcony rail. I was going to wait until he was done, let the bliss of his little kill to settle in, then rip that dumbass apart.
'Cody... don't do this..' I heard in my head. It was a boy's voice, one I was so familiar with.
'I have to!' I yelled, in my head.
'It'll do you no good, you know that,' the voice told me.
I chose to ignore it, I didn't want him to talk me out of it. He talked me out of getting my revenge just outside Forks. This all would have been over, but now, I had to wait for the asshole to finish toying with her. A window shattered near me, out of reflex, I held my arms in front of my face, to shield it from the glass shards.
I hissed at the shadowed figure angrily, I hadn't planned that he would have back up. I was out numbered, or so I frickin' thought. The shadowed figure jumped off the balcony, he attacked my enemy, denying me the pleasure of finishing him off.
I jumped out of the window, landing in the street outside. A car swerved to miss me, not that it would have made a difference. I'd have tore the engine straight out of the tin death trap.
"I knew you wouldn't do it."
I glanced up at the rooftop of a bakery across the street, I saw a pale boy sat a top, he was looking back at me.