*Any and all memories are done in the point-of-view of the one remembering. (Let me know if it leaves you at all confused. I'd be happy to clarify.)
*Spanish, as well as some other languages, are used a good amount in this story. Anything that is crucial to the plot will be translated in-text. (I am not a fluent speaker of anything but English and cynical sarcasm, therefore, any mistakes in grammar or usage are mine and mine alone.)
*This is a post-abandonment, New Moon plot.
*Thank you, and enjoy!
Prologue: "Never contend with a man who has nothing to lose." ~Baltasar Gracian
It was silent, but every once in a while the quiet would be interrupted by the hiss or growl of a newborn vampire. Night had fallen four hours and fifteen minutes before. It had been eight months now since my life had been changed forever. I blame the golden eye named Edward. He was, after all, the one that had started all of this. It was because of him that I lost everything. He stole it all: my love, my reason, my freedom, my future, my life.
"Boss, we have succeeded. We only lost two newborns in the fight. Houston is ours." My second-in-command informed me, bringing me back from my thoughts.
"Very good, Riley." I answered, not turning to look at him. "We should be ready to take out Ivan and Javier in three or four months. We're bound to lose more numbers when we go against them though."
"It's just as well." Riley replied with a shrug. "We have nothing to lose. Many already fear our rising power. We might not even have to fight them. They could surrender or retreat."
"This is true." I agreed with a nod of my head. A voice rang out behind me, causing me to fill with dread.
"What is this? My pet has actually lead my army to victory?" She purred from behind me, her voice filled with the same hatred of me it always was.
"Just as you asked, Victoria." I said simply, turning to look her in the eyes. Her red eyes narrowed at me, and they were only intensified by the fiery color of her hair.
"It seems as if you have finally earned your place in this southern world, my pet. The other Warlords whisper about you. They have all heard the stories of a human training and leading one of the newborn armies." Victoria's words were spoken smoothly, seemingly amused. "I will no longer tolerate for anyone to call you by your first name. You are now Boss Swan, the first and only human second-in-command. How does it feel to be graced with an honor such as this?"
"Like you're playing a sick joke." I responded, my tone a hiss. Victoria's answering laughter sent both chills of fear and flames of white hot anger flowing through me. It was then that I vowed to myself that Boss Swan would be left behind, and Isabella Swan would one day return. I would have my revenge.
A.N.: I've had this one planned for nearly a year, perhaps longer. I am very excited to share this journey with anyone that is willing to take it with me. I have a few chapters already written, and it is still speaking to me after all this time. I have a really good feeling about this one. Who's with me?